Epilogue: AXEL

EPILOGUE

ONE YEAR LATER

AXEL

"Hey, everybody. Brina and I wanted to come on here and do a live feed of our first anniversary. Okay, let's be honest here: neither of us wanted to, but you've all been asking for it, so here we are. I guess I'm a little nostalgic about how I finally got my woman, so it wasn't too hard to twist my arm, but this little lady here. Well, she took some convincing."

Brina slaps my chest half-heartedly. "Don't say that. Please ignore my husband here."

I kissed her head. "I don't blame her, though. We're still private about our lives, but as you know, Brina's business is really soaring. Thank you to all the supporters out there who make this possible for her. It's exciting watching her come up with content for you all .

For me, retirement has been great. Especially since I get to spend so much time with this little lady right here. She really is the love of my life. Something I thought I would never have and thought I'd only ever have hockey. But let me tell you, when you find your person, make it happen with them because I'd be so lost right now if I didn't have her. I'd probably still be playing hockey, fighting off another concussion."

Brina cringes. "Don't say that."

I smile. "Sorry, love. To this day, she still hates thinking about how hurt I got in my career. Guys, find a woman who cares for you and loves you the way my Brina does me. It makes life all the better."

"And we do have a surprise to share with you all," Brina says with a radiant smile as she stands to show off her bump.

I can't help myself and must get my hands all over it.

It turns out I do have a breeding kink, and it takes me over because every time we're together, even now, I have this need to get her pregnant. I've never been as satisfied as I was when her belly swelled.

"We have a little Runowski on the way. We're six months pregnant and have never been happier." Brina glows as she smiles and gazes at her bump with all the love in her eyes.

"Yep, this little one is going to be one hell of a hockey player."

Brina smacks my chest again and shakes her head. "No, guys, I'm sorry, but no more hockey is coming from this family."

I smile down at her and kiss her head. I wink at the camera. "Okay, love, whatever you say."

Brina rubs her belly and glares at me. "I'm serious." She turns to the camera. "No hockey."

Comments scroll along the screen, and people laugh at our argument. Others say my wife is beautiful, and I can't agree more. Some wonder if I plan on coaching or staying with hockey. Of course, there are still some assholes that I'm dying to pull through the screen and pound into a bloody pulp, but it's not possible.

It also helps since I have my love by my side. And I'm not constantly put into aggression by the game. I've mellowed out a lot. Sure, I'll still kick ass if I have to, but I much rather kiss it, bite it, and pound into it. I smirk as I stare at my woman.

Those romance novels of hers have been enlightening and opened her up to a whole world of wild and crazy nights .

Fuck! I'm one lucky S.O.B.

"You guys, we want to thank you and inform you about our bundle of joy coming. Happy Anniversary to us, and we wish you all well. Bye." Brina waves, but I'm done with recording as I stare at my woman with hearts in my eyes.

She turns the camera off and turns to me. "I'm serious, Axel, no hockey for our babies. I couldn't live through that stress. It pains me that you still pick-up games with your friends. And you're not even that aggressive anymore."

I stroke my hands over her belly. "Okay, love. No professional hockey."

"No. No hockey ."

I grumble and agree. "No hockey." I'll change her mind because, like hell, I won't have our babies decked out in safety gear, skating around the ice with a stick in their hand. It will happen, but my love doesn't need to be stressed right now. In fact, she could use an hour of relaxation.

I kiss her hard and palm her growing breasts in my hands as she hisses a little. Their so sensitive, and I have to be gentle, but holding the weight of them in the palm of my hands and seeing them overflowing is fucking epic. "Love, you're stressing out. How about I take you upstairs and get you relaxed, huh? "

The spark in her eye has my cock popping to full mast. "Carry me upstairs."

I smirk. "Done."

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