Own The Moment

"I'm Jonathan Toews," he stated.
"I know," I replied. He put his arm around me, letting my head fall slowly onto his chest.
"Then why does it matter if I'm a hockey player?" He asked suddenly raising his eyebrows,
"It doesn't," I muttered, going back inside.
"Danielle Francis Roberts, you come back here!" He ran after me, grabbing my arm and pulling me into a gentle, but strong hug.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Nothing." I walked over to the couch and sat on it. "Well, there is something." He came over to the couch, but wasn't bothered to sit down.
"Well, what is it?" He questioned, turning on the TV.
"I'm pregnant."
Who woulda thought a hockey player like Jonathan would impregnate me?! But he did and I'm not proud of that fact.
"I'm going to be a father." He sat down, dumbfounded.
"No. Well, yes... in a sense you are. But I won't take bullshit about my kid." He stopped me.
"Our kid you mean? And yeah, I get it. I promise I'll be a good dad." He kissed the top of my head.
"Promise?" I looked up.
"I promise."