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As I drift off, being pulled under by sleep from the exhaustion, I can’t help but hope they do win the Cup, not only for them, but because I want nothing more than for this to be my forever with them.

SECOND EPILOGUE

3 Years Later

Ididn’t think it would be possible to love my men more. They have treated me like a princess or a queen a majority of the time, but also their whore when I want it. They ended up winning the Stanley Cup three years ago, despite injuries and some close calls.

We’ve also battled a couple other scares throughout the years including worries about trades and when Vince’s contract was up, we all weren’t sure if he was going to be resigned with Denver. Luckily, he did and none of them are going anywhere any time soon.

Then, a year ago everything changed.

Seeing those two pink lines on the test staring back at me on the bathroom counter in the morning while the guys were at practice was not something I expected. I was so worried about their reaction. Would there be jealousy since they couldn’tallbe the father? Would they be mad? It’s not like I did this on purpose, but I couldn’t help but be scared that they would think that.

They found me on the living room couch, staring at the black TV, biting my thumbnail. I couldn’t get the words out and ended up just holding up the test before burying my head in my hands, not wanting to see their reactions.

There was shock, disbelief, but overallexcitement.

Vince was the most excited, he never hid his desire to have kids. Matt was hesitant, but excited. He was also extremely confident that it was his sperm that won which made me roll my eyes. Brent was nervous, and he told me when we were alone it’s because he didn’t want to be his parents. I reassured him and he has basically already raised kids, even though they were his siblings he did a pretty good job for being a kid himself.

Seven months later the most perfect little girl was born, and I did not think the guys could get more perfect, but the way they love her is more than I could have ever asked for. One of my favorite things to do is bring her to their practice. She’s only a few months old, but she loves watching her dads on the ice.

“You see Dada out there, Evie?” I ask her as we stand at the glass at the practice rink.

She coos in my arms, wrapped in her blanket since it’s always chilly here because of the ice.

Vince skates over to the glass, knocking lightly before waving and making goofy faces at our daughter. We don’t know who her biological father actually is and we never want to. It wouldn’t change anything for us, they all love her regardless.

I move her arm to wave back at him before he gives me a wink and an air kiss that makes my thighs tighten. It doesn’t matter how many times I have sex with my men, the number of things they do to me I’m desperate for. I feel like I always will be.

Matt skates over next and I hear him behind the glass as he talks to our daughter, “You like watching me the most don’t you, Eve?”

I roll my eyes, bouncing Evie in my arms and playfully taunting, “Tell Dada he needs to get over himself.”

“I heard that,” Matt narrows his eyes at me.

“You were meant to,” I tease.

“McQuaid! Drills!” his coach yells at him.

I laugh quietly. Other players have family come to practice too, but I sometimes think the coach likes to give Matt extra shit because he can be such a pain in the ass, it serves him right.

I was nervous about being so open about bringing our daughter here when they first suggested it to me, but at this point the entire team understands our dynamic and no one gives us any grief for it. There were times in the beginning when a new player would get signed, or someone would get traded, and they questioned my guys about it. They always explained that we don’t post anything to social media or flaunt our relationship publicly for a reason.

Matt’s motto has been, “I don’t give a shit what you do in your bedroom, so don’t question what I do in mine.”

That’s what we all tend to live by, and so does the rest of the team.

Brent skates by, waving to Evie and she coos, wiggling slightly in my arms. He looks up at me and mouths, “I love you,” to me. I smile, mouthing back, “Ditto.”

They continue practice and Evie eventually falls asleep in my arms, so I go to the car to take her home before the guys are done.

We all moved in together after they won the Stanley Cup, just like we said we would. First it was into Brent’s house, but then we decided we wanted something forus.We built a new house on a property up in the mountains a bit, which means the views are amazing. Sometimes I sit out on our back deck and just enjoy the scenery around me. It was my routine when I was pregnant and couldn’t sleep because I was so uncomfortable.

My business has boomed over the last couple years and as much as it sucked to go through what I did with my last company, I have to thank my shit boss in a way because if he didn’t fuck me over then I wouldn’t have had the balls to branch out on my own.

As I get home, I carefully lay Evie down in her crib and clean up the kitchen while I wait for the guys to come home. My phone lights up on the counter and I see it’s Audrey calling me. She continues to be my ride or die; she was the first person I called when I got the pregnancy test and she’s been with me every step of the way.

“Hello,” I greet her cheerfully.

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