Page 28 of Sincerely, Pack Pucked
“I plead the fifth.”
“Cheese balls are sacred.”
“You also stole my gummy bears…”
The assistant coach shook his head, but there was a smile on his face, so thankfully, we weren’t irritating him too much. “I would really appreciate it if we could get through this game without having to instigate a murder investigation.”
“That’s a reasonable request, but what about a stalking investigation? You know the girls can’t resist Saint’s pretty face.”
“And that is why we have security,” he said before grabbing a pile of fabric containing some practice jerseys from the corner of the locker room and exiting.
Shaking my head, I picked up my phone, pleased to see a message from Maple to the group chat. We may have started talking via the ChattyPack app, but eventually we had moved on to a regular group chat.
Maple
So, the morning sickness has started, but these are amazing.
She had sent a picture of some cheese crackers and chocolate-covered ginger candies.
“I hate that she’s feeling sick,” Saint said, looking over my shoulder at my phone screen.
“That’s what usually happens when someone’s pregnant, unfortunately.”
What would it be like if I knew where she was? She was clearly somewhere on campus, because she had to attend the university in order to be part of ChattyPack, as it was technicallyonly for students. We only had the app because Percy had downloaded it for an assignment. She might be right under our noses and we had never even realized it. Percy was the pack member who ventured onto campus the most, given that he attended classes regularly. But we all went down occasionally. There were coffee shops and facilities we could use.
Saint was deep in thought for a moment.
I knew the chances of meeting Maple were minimal, but sometimes I felt like I needed to indulge Saint. As a young pack of alphas on a popular hockey team, we got a lot of attention, but for some reason, Saint seemed to attract all the crazies. Because of that, he hadn’t really dated in the last few years, retreating more and more into his online relationship with Maple.
Not that any of us had seriously dated since the day we signed with the Chargers. I had assumed that once we became famous hockey players, we would get a ton of attention. I was just naive when it came to what sort of attention we’d receive.
Crazy girls calling through our windows to get selfies with us crossed a line and gave me the ick. After that incident, we moved to the penthouse where there was much better security.
“Anyway, what do you want for dinner?” I asked. “I’ve got the ingredients for lasagna or a Japanese curry.”
Saint laughed. “I think we’re the only guys on the team who don’t use a nutritionist and a meal prep service.”
“If I fed you chicken and rice for every meal, you would revolt, and that’s what those services pretty much are. Also, I don’t think many of the guys use them on the team anymore because most of them have omegas and babies.”
A grin spread across his face. “I can’t wait until we can have family pizza night with kids, it’ll besofun.”
“I think you’re jumping the gun a bit there. We need to find an omega first. So, you want to try dating apps again?” I smirked as I spoke because I knew his answer.
He shuddered. “Nope. Never again.”
Even as he grimaced at the idea, I couldn’t help but think about us eventually having a large family. An omega and children. Would they be athletic, like us? Or would they take after their mother?
Personally, I didn’t care if we had boys or girls, as both could be a whole barrel of fun. We often found ourselves on the ice with the kids during team events. Doc Jensen’s daughter was an ice skater and had taken it upon herself to race Saint every time they saw each other.
One day, I wanted to do that with our own kids.
Chapter 9
Mable
Usually, my classes on urban plant production were fascinating. Growing food in cities was an important part of feeding the population, and I enjoyed learning about it.
Yet as I sat in the back of the lecture hall, my eyelids drooped.
