Tortured

Chantelle's POV

7 months later: (November 2016)

"Fuck!" I exclaimed in pain. This baby was getting the best of me. Getting me good in the ribs. Ugh! I can't wait til I get it out of me. Damn.

"Baby kicking you again?" Milan asked.

"Ugh! God damnit yes. It fucken hurts." I groaned.

Luckily our bedroom was on the main level of the house.

Milan helped me to the couch.

"Thanks babe." I said.

"No problem, I don't need my wife getting hurt." he laughed.

'Haha yeah." I giggled.

(December 2016)

Milan's POV

"Looch, you gotta get to the hospital fast." Coach said as I sat down on the bench.

"What?" I asked. "Why?"

"Your wife went into labor." he said.

"Okay thanks coach." I said.

The baby wasn't due til January 17th....next year. Oh well, the earlier, the better right? This baby is going to be a pre-mature baby. (A/N: I was premature!)

I sprinted towards the locker room, changed and got to the hospital. I went over the speed limit but, fuck it, my child is about to be born, I can't miss it.

I got there just in time.

"Hey, babe." I said calmly.

I didn't miss her giving birth either, thank god.

We got a boy! I was excited. Chantelle was too. She's the one who said that she wanted a boy.

"What do you wanna name him?" I asked while the nurses were cleaning him up.

"I don't know. I do have a middle name though." she said.

"And that is?" I asked.

"Sean." she said.

"And we can put the name Tyler in front of it and call him Tyler Sean Lucic." I said.

"I love it!" she squealed.

She got released and we went back to the house.

2 months later: (February, 2017)

Tyler was now 2 months old. We had another lockout going on so, Chantelle and I decided to throw a party.

We invited the entire team.

"Hey babe." I said as I walked into the kitchen, where Chantelle was making something,

"Hey." she replied as she stood on her tippy-toes to kiss me.

"Whatcha makin? It smells good." I breathed in the scent.

"Spicy chicken wings." she replied.

"Yum!" I laughed. "So uhm, where's Tyler?" I asked.

"Nursery." Chantelle replied.

I kissed her once more and went upstairs to the nursery.

I walked in and saw Tyler wide awake.

He immediately smiled when he saw me.

He looked a lot like me. He barley looked like Chantelle but, he did have Chantelle's cheekbones.

I picked him up and he smiled.

I walked downstairs and just in time too. I heard the doorbell ring. I opened it.

"Sup daddy?" Marchand smirked as I let him in.

Everyone soon got here.

They all took turns holding Tyler.

Chantelle's POV

I got a text from Seguin saying him and Horton were at the front door.

We were all out in the hockey rink where the guys were playing a scrimmage.

I got up and left the rink. I walked back into the house.

I opened the door.

"Hey guys!" I hugged them.

"Hey Chantelle." they said in unison.

"Who's this little guy?" Horton asked.

"This is Tyler Sean Lucic." I said.

"Lucic? You got married?" Seguin asked.

"Yes." I said.

"When?" he asked.

"Two years ago, on April 17th." I said.

"C'mon, the guys are out here," I told them.

They followed me out to the rink.

Once the guys saw Seguin and Horton, they all trampled towards us.

"Oh my god! How?" Milan asked, taking Tyler out of my arms.

"I called them, and because of this mid-season lockout , they both agreed to come." I smiled.

"You're the best wife ever!" he kissed me.

That made my day.

We all hung out and skated for a while. We even put Tyler on skates and put a little jersey on him. It was customized. It said "Baby Lucic" with Milan's number on it.

I took a picture and just had to post it to Twitter:

@OFFICIALMrsLucic: Little Lucic first time on skates :) And spending time with the team and some old friends :) @NHorty_18 and @seguin91 :) (Picture)

We had a fun time at the party. Horton and Seguin left Boston, Nathan to Columbus and Tyler to Dallas.

I woke up, watching the news and my jaw dropped after seeing this news report:

"New overnight: The NHL lockout has come to an end! Teams are expected to start playing tonight! Starting with the Boston Bruins at home versus the SanJose Sharks! Get excited hockey fans! NO MORE SUFFERING!"

"MILAN!" I yelled.

"What? I was sleeping." he groaned.

"You have a game tonight." I said.

"What? No I don't we're in a lockout, remember?" he said.

"No! You have a game. Look at this." I said.

I replayed the news report.

"Shit! I do!" he exclaimed.

* * * *

We ended up winning 8-0 against San Jose. Milan got a Gordie Howe hat trick! And was announced as the number one star of the game.

"Hey babe. Ready?" Milan asked as he walked out of the locker room.

"Yeah." I smiled.

"You're smiley." he chuckled.

"Well yeah, you guys won, and you were FANTASTIC out there, so why wouldn't I be??" I laughed.

He chuckled lightly.

Then, Tyler started to cry, an 'Hey, mommy! I pooped my pants' cry. I could smell it too.

"Milan, I gotta change his diaper." I said.

"Okay, just uhm do it in the locker room." he said.

"Milan! You crazy?" I giggled.

"What? I was the last one to leave." he said.

"Oh. Then, okay." I said.

I went in and changed his diaper.

"Uh Milan? Where do I throw this?" I asked.

"Dumpster out back." he replied.

We drove around to the back dumpster, I threw the diaper in there and then we went home.

We got home, I put Tyler in his bed and then went to join Milan in bed.

"Goodnight babe." I said.

"Night Chantelle. I love you." he said then we fell a sleep.