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28 September 2020
This was definitely the squarest of post-Cup celebrations, they concluded, but considering they couldn’t leave the bubble yet and they were careful not to tread on the floors that Dallas were staying on, it was the best they’d get.
It was quiet for now but-as with all the previous moments-something would remind them that they won the fricken Stanley Cup and the cheering and whooping would start again as the Lightning celebrated in the bar.
During one of the impromptu celebrations, Blake’s hand knocked against the Conn Smythe trophy.
“Ow,” he said good naturedly, pride hurt more than his hand, as he shook the pain out.
“Careful,” Victor joked, “you don’t want that rubbing off on you and getting you pregnant too.” He laughed at Blake’s horrified expression. He downed his beer and got another: it’d be nine months until he could have it again, he was making the most of it before the urge to get fucked overtakes him.
Yanni nearly choked on his beer in his haste to speak. “THAT FUCKING THING. You guys realize that curse is the reason we had to do this stupid bubble, right? Cause god forbid the curse doesn’t activate for ONE year.”
“To be fair,” Steven said, “the last time that happened Cam Ward had twins and we’re pretty sure that’d happen again if another Cup got missed.”
“Who looks at the risk of multiple players getting COVID and ONE player getting knocked up with twins and decides COVID is the lesser of two evils?!”
“Gary motherfucking Bettman,” Pat said, looking at his phone. “Heddy, I just got a text from Ryan. When you’re ready he wants to text you. ‘Initiate you into the club’, he says,” Pat said, making quotation marks.
“Give me his number and tell him I’ll text him tomorrow.” Victor looked over his glass at Steven. “I’ve got a date tonight.”
Steven blushed and hastily drank.
“To also be fair,” Curtis chimed in, “it probably wasn’t JUST the curse that motivated him. Money talks more than anything; it’s why they haven’t outright canceled next season yet. And with how hated he is already, if he failed to award a second Cup he’d probably be calling himself ‘former commissioner’ soon enough.”
“Bullshit,” Pat retorted. “Pretty sure he’s got blackmail material on all the GMs and owners to stay in power. He’s not leaving till he’s dead.”
“Bet he’d curse all the other player trophies too if he thought it could increase ratings,” Kevin added.
“Don’t speak that into existence!”
“Why HASN’T he undone the curse on the Conn Smythe?” Erik asked.
“Babies are always popular. Not enough objections among the higher ups. And at this point I think the rest of the Conn Smythe Mamas would riot if it’s undone cause it’s ‘tradition’ at this point,” Steven answered.
“Trademark Steve Yzerman,” Victor muttered as he sipped his beer.
“At this point, is there even anyone that would object to getting pregnant as a consequence of getting Conn Smythe?”
“Kane did.”
“That’s just cause he made the mistake of sleeping with the enemy.”
“I don’t,” Victor butted in, settling the matter. “And at any rate, I don’t think it’s money or the risk of next year’s winner getting twins that motivated him to finish this season. I think it was 22’s winner he’s thinking of.”
“What do you mean?” Kevin asked.
“Well, think of it. We don’t know for sure next season will happen. If THIS hadn’t happened either, he was running the risk of 22’s Conn Smythe having triplets.”
There were cries of horror from everyone.
“Yeah. My thought exactly.” Victor wiped his mouth and stood, with Steven standing up next to him. “Now if you’ll excuse me,” he picked up a laughing Steven, holding him in a fireman’s carry, “We have some business to attend to.”
Some of the D-men couldn’t help whooping as Victor carried out Steven, who was already getting handsy and grabbing Victor’s ass.
“I call godfather!” Curtis called after them.
“The hell you will!” Andrei retorted. “I’m godfather!”
Victor and Steven could hear the team bicker over who got to be the baby’s godfather as the elevator doors closed, before Victor pinned Steven to the wall. “Looking forward to topping for once?”
“Looking forward to having my baby?”
“Only for you.”
They began to kiss as the elevator went up.