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"Is it me, or are they pushing you and me together a lot?" Jonathan asked me as we drank champagne together.
I sneaked a glance at some of the NHL officials, who were trying-and failing-to look at us without being obvious. I wrinkled my nose.
"Vultures," I muttered, before turning away to drape myself on Jack. Jack couldn't help but giggle and nuzzle my nose.
"Can't wait for tonight," he said, tipsy.
"Me too," I grin. "Think it'd be rubbing it in their faces if I named the baby after one of the Panthers?"
Jack snorted. "Only if we name it Kim if it's a girl."
I snort back. "Deal." I go to get more champagne.
Of course, at that point it was near the Cup so everyone decided they needed another picture of me drinking from it.
I was happy to oblige, of course. Who wouldn't be?
I was heading back to Jack when I tripped on something and started to fall.
"Oof!" I had landed face first into Jonathan's lap.
"Hi." Jonathan giggled.
"Hi," I giggled back.
I was getting up to go back to Jack when someone grabbed my arm.
"What..."
"If you want Jack to be your baby daddy, you need to fuck him NOW."
"What?" Why was Phil telling me this?
"The NHL really wants you to have a baby with Quick."
Ohhhhhh, that explains it.
I rolled my eyes. "Hasn't Bettman given up on producing super babies from us winners yet?"
Phil smiled ruefully and shook his head. "Probably won't until he's dead."
I roll my eyes again. "Jack!"
"What?"
I strut over to my lover, grab his arm, and kissed hin. I could hear Mark Wolf whistle.
"Let's go," I murmur into Jack's ear.
He grinned and waved behind me as we headed out. "Don't wait up, boys!"
Amidst the laughter of my fellow knights, I saw a couple sour faces on Bettman's cronies.
Well fuck them.