Chapter 95: Sawyer

Another two weeks go by before Maddox and I are cleared to get back on the ice. Bryn isn’t happy about it, but we promised her we would avoid any slams of fights. She didn’t seem convinced and threatened to hurt someone if anything happens to us. The baby was coming too, and she said she wouldn’t be a single parent. I reminded her that there are four of us now and it isn’t probable that we would all be taken out at the same time.

That didn’t amuse her at all, and I’m man enough to admit that the look she gave me sent chills through my body. She’s gotten fucking scary the further she gets into the pregnancy. I feel bad for Nolan and Jaxon, who have to be at the end of that look more now that Maddox and I will play again. They don’t seem concerned, but they’ll be crying after one week.

“Sawyer Beckett?” The sound of my name has me stopping in front of the rink and turning around.

A woman is standing a few feet away from me.

“Hi! My name is Tally Woods. I’m a reporter for The Daily and I was hoping I could do an interview with you.” She says.

Well, one thing I can say for her…she gets right to the point. Still, I’m not studied enough to do interviews anymore. The only way I ever will is if it is required of me in the future when I play for the NHL. Then I won’t have a choice, but for now I don’t have the patience nor the desire to answer questions. She wants a good story that will make her stand out, and since the news about our odd relationship has finally fizzled out, she met be here hoping to spark it again. No way in fuck am I letting that happen.

“Nice to meet you, Miss Woods, but I don’t do interviews.” I tell her and give her a tight smile and turn away.

“Is it true that a new man has been added to your wife’s harem? A police officer by the name of Jaxon- “

“Stop.” I say firmly when I whirl around and see her reading her question off of a small notebook.

Now that I look at her, she seems young for a reporter, which tells me she was probably assigned this story and does not know what the hell she’s doing. As much as I want to go off on her for doing this at my school, I don’t want to be rude. For one, she looks nervous and she could be recording me somehow and I don’t need bad press. I’ll have to tread carefully.

“Miss Woods, I understand it’s your job to come up with scandalous stories to get more readers, but this is my life. Whatever I speak to you about will be posted everywhere, and that means exposing my wife to more ridicule that she doesn’t deserve. She is moving closer to her due date, which means she is more sensitive, so can you imagine what an expose on our arrangement is blasted everywhere…again. It could cause her stress, and that could trigger labor. That would mean putting my child in danger as well. So I’ll say it again, I’m not interested in being interviewed. Have a nice day.” I walk off this time and she doesn’t call out to me again.

What I do notice is Coach is now standing in the entrance door, watching me.

“Good work, son. You handled that very well. You’ve come a long way.” He says with a nod of approval.

I hate how I appreciate and even special to have his approval. Thanks to me, shit father even a little bit or praise makes me feel like a kid again.

“Get your ass on the ice. You’ve been slacking off long enough, and where the hell is Levine?” He snaps and that warm feeling is gone.

“He dropped Bryn off at an appointment, but he’ll be here soon.” I tell him.

“How’s our girl?” He asks.

His girl?

“Yeah, how’s B? We miss her busting our balls all the damn time.” Bishop says from behind me.

He slams his hand on my back and then wraps his arm around my shoulder and puts all his weight on me.

“She’s eight months pregnant and miserable. You should feel blessed that she hasn’t come near this place. You think Coach is bad, she would drill you guys until you can’t walk tomorrow.” I tease, making him laugh.

“That sounds like a good idea.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and curse under my breath.

“Oh shit. Hey B! Missed you girl!” Bishop says, releasing me and giving me the room to turn and face my wife.

She’s standing a few feet away with her arms crossed over her chest and a stern, unimpressed look on her face. Old Bryn would look cute when she did this, but pregnant mama bear Bryn looks terrifying. Maddox is standing next to her, shaking his head. He knows I’m about to get my ass kicked, but a beauty with a mean right hook. That’s another thing…Jaxon has been teaching her self defense. Nothing too strenuous, obviously, but things she can use in her condition if she may ever need it. She’s caught on very well and I was stupid enough to volunteer to be her partner once. Which is why I know she has a good arm.

“Hey baby. How was your appointment?” I ask in the best sweet as pie voice I can muster.

“It was fine, but I’m glad I came by today to speak to Coach. If I hadn’t, I would have missed my husband's complaints about me to a bunch of meat head puck pushers.”

There are a few whistles and chortles that ring out that she ignores. I glance around and see several more of the team have arrived.

“That’s harsh, B! We’re not meat heads!” Bishop says in protest.

She tears her eyes away from me to look his way. Her harsh look softens, and she smiles at him.

“Hey Bishop!” She says sweetly.

“Hey girl, come bring it in!” He opens his arms, and she walks right into them for a hug.

A few of the other guys complain and soon there are several large guys crowding around my tiny pregnant wife. Maddox saunters over to me and smacks me in the back of the head.

“What the hell were you thinking? She has eyes and ears everywhere.” He whispers to me, looking around to further make his point.

I slap him in the gut. “Shut the fuck up. Why did you bring her? Now we’re going to have to go easy on warm-ups. We have a lot of shit to make up for after being gone for so long.”

“Like I could say no. She didn’t give me much choice, and Jaxon egged her on.” He says

That asshole. “Tell me again why we put up with his shit?”

“Because you keep offering up men to Bryn like she feeds on the souls of men to stay young and beautiful or some shit.”

I give him a look. “Have you been reading her books again? What the fuck?”

He shrugs. “They can be kind of hot. Those authors write some pretty intense sex scenes. I asked Bryn if it’s basically like watching it being done, but she acted offended. Like watching people get it on is offensive, but reading about it isn’t. It makes no sense, but she was insistent that its different.”

“How hot are we talking?” I mumble.

“I got fucking hard as rock and she wouldn’t let me stop reading while she sucked me off…kind of hot.” He raises a brow at me when I give him a surprised look.

“Where am I when this goes on? I want to read to her too if it has a happy ending like that.”

“Usually when you and the other guys go out for drinks or food.” He says with a shrug.

I glare at him. “You’ve been asking for Mario’s on purpose. You know it takes at least an hour to get food from there! You’ve been pushing us out so Bryn can go down on you while you read her dirty books?”

He smirks unapologetically.

“Fucking asshole. You’re getting your own food from now on.” Never again am I falling for that.

Asshole!

“Hey can you blame me for wanting some alone time with her? The more of us there are, the less amount of alone times we get. I had to make my time happen, and it worked, plus you get to feed her, which makes her happy.” He adds that last part to distract me from being fucking pissed, but it isn’t working.

“We need to do something about that. Maybe set up a calendar or some shit.” I offer.

“We can ask her about it later…once she’s done kicking our asses.”

Shit. God fucking dammit! Me and my big mouth. There’s no way she’ll want that alone time with me now. One look from her and I know I’m about to suffer. Like I said…she’s terrifying.