Collide: A Hockey Romance

“When are we telling the rugrat about this one?”

It didn’t help that my hormones were out of whack, so when I cried over it, he felt terrible.

“How are you feeling? Still no appetite?”

The other day, Aiden watched all the episodes of our favorite show while I was at my clinic.

Daddy and I are fighting.

“Mommy?” Aurora, our three-year-old, climbs her chair, her bright pink tutu flowing like a cloud.

“It was you.”

“Hmm?”

“You got the suspension reversed after I called Mom.”

“How did you even know I’d be here? Aiden only found out this morning that he’s playing.”

“Lucky guess.”

You’re in. Hutchins approved.”

Aiden confessed to that break-in.”