Page 130 of Making the Save

I got a gig as a color commentator for the NHL Network to keep me connected to the game, and for fun I volunteered as the assistant coach for the Calico Cove High School hockey team. They were pathetically bad right now, but NHL legend, Dillon Le Coeur, and I were working to change that.

“Syd, I didn’t know how happy, happy could get.”

“Holy shit,” she said. “That’s a really good line. Can I steal that line for my next song?”

“Yes, but only-”

“If I give you writing credit,” she said, cutting me off. “Beatrice has taught you too well.”

I kissed her on the head and we turned back to watch the broadcast. She planted her head on my shoulder, and after a few minutes I knew she was sound asleep.

I’d recognize the sound of her gentle fairy snores anywhere. I didn’t wake her, the baby kept her up most nights and our doctor said she needed more rest.

When her name was announced as the winner for Album of the Year, she didn’t even stir.

“Congrats, babe,” I whispered against her hair as Axil went up to accept the award on her behalf. “You won.”

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