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JACOB MARKSTROM | COVER ME IN SUNSHINE

A/N: I wrote a rough part 1 and part 2 back in January (when I first started writing) and February, barely above 1K and 2K. However I loved that imagine, but it just wasn’t good enough to post here on Tumblr (in my opinion). So time for a rewrite, and I’m so glad I did. 3.5K more words, more ‘plot’, more smut, more love, more Marky. I love it. I’m happy to share this with all of you.

Warnings: Oral (female and male receiving), unprotected sex, shower sex, (some marking + cum, you know the drill, nothing shocking though), a few swearwords, sweet and soft Marky and a water bill so high I could treat you all to dinner.

Word Count: 6.5K

Requested: Yes.

The gentle beams of sunlight shining into the room isn’t what wakes you up this morning. It’s the prickling of Jacob’s beard between your legs, his rough hands sliding over your bare legs, his mouth leaving soft kisses on your inner thighs. That’s what wakes you up.

For a moment you’re completely confused, the sleepy haze still heavily present in your mind. You try to move your legs, gasping when Jacob’s mouth makes contact with your core. “Jacob,” you whimper, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jacob mumbles from underneath the covers, the vibrations of his voice sending chills throughout your entire body. You grab the covers with both hands, throwing them to the end of the bed as far as you can, revealing a smirking Jacob between your legs. A naked, smirking Jacob to be precise. “Did I wake you up?” Jacob asks you innocently, his fingers brushing over your exposed skin.

“Mmhmm, you sure did,” you say, softly smiling at the man between your legs. What a fantastic way to wake up.

“I can always stop and let you go back to sleep?” Jacob whispers, a smirk playing on his lips as he dips his head down. His tongue makes contact with your core again, your hips almost bucking of the bed by the sudden contact.

“Don’t you dare, J,” you moan out, your hand finding its way into Jacob’s hair, gripping the strands tightly between your fingers. “Please, don’t stop,” you beg him, knowing the effect it will have on him. You hear his sharp intake of breath, his eyes shooting to yours. Gotcha.

“I see what you did there, baby,” Jacob groans against your core, slowly dragging his tongue through your slit. You give him an innocent smile, which turns into a quiet moan when Jacob tightens his grip on your thighs, bringing you even closer to his wicked mouth.

Jacob softly sucks your clit into his mouth, his large hands keeping you flat against the mattress. God, Jacob loves to take his time, loves to take it slow, and all you can do is squirm underneath him, hoping, begging he’ll give you more than this. His tongue swirls around your sensitive nub, excruciating slowly, but so, so good. “Please, J,” you beg, needing more, needing to feel more than this. Jacob looks at you expectantly, you feel his smirk against your core, waiting for what’s yet to come, it always comes.

“Please, Jacob. I need more. Please, can I have more?” you beg him, your eyes pleading to him to fill you, to finally give you what you need. You have absolutely no problem begging Jacob for anything, no shame at all.

“Always so politely huh, sunshine,” Jacob mutters, letting one of your legs fall to the side. He shuffles a bit, moving his large body so he can bring his hand between your legs as well. His hand joins his mouth, his long finger spreading your wetness through your slit, before pushing inside of you. You gasp at the sudden, yet welcome intrusion, clamping down on Jacob’s finger. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” Jacob ask you, moving his finger inside of you, curling it just the right way to make you slowly lose your mind.

“Yes, yes!” you tell him, not sure if it’s an actual answer to his question or an exclamation of relief and contentment.

Jacob makes a sound of approval, pushing a second digit inside of you. Your whimpers and soft moans spurring him on, bringing you closer and closer to your high. Your grip on his hair tightens even more, bringing him impossibly closer to where you need him the most. With only one arm around your thigh you have way more room to move your hips, grinding them against Jacob’s face. You can almost feel his smirk, his fingers digging into your skin. “Take it, baby. That’s it,” he praises you, encouraging you even further to make yourself feel good. This. This is all about you.

The moment your breathing starts to hitch, the moment you get even wetter Jacob knows you’re close. All it takes is a little push, a last nibble on your clit, a last hit with his fingers against that one particular spot and you’re a goner. It’s Jacob’s soft voice telling you to come for him that brings you over the edge, your orgasm thundering through your body. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your vision turning blurry, back arching off the mattress. Your legs tighten around Jacob’s head, keeping him firmly in place, while he does his ultimate best to prolong your orgasm.

Jacob loves to tease you, loves to watch you squirm underneath him, but he’ll always, always let you come. It’s his favourite thing in this whole world to watch you come, that blissful look on your face, those quiet moans and whimpers leaving your pretty mouth. There’s nothing he loves more, except you. Watching you shatter in front of him, all because of him, is the biggest ego booster anyone can get, watching the person you love orgasm thanks to you, because of you.

When you finally feel like you can breath again you relax your body, with shakily legs you open them up again, freeing Jacob from being smothered. You give him a weak smile, still trying to recover from the intense orgasm you just had. Jacob crawls back up your body, wiping your juices off his face with the back of his hand. He places his arm next to your head, putting most of his weight on his arm instead of your much smaller frame.

You reach around him, putting your hand on the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to your own. Jacob smiles, dipping down to take your lips with his. His tongue glides over yours, tasting yourself on his tongue makes this an even more intimate experience. It’s a pure and raw feeling, you can’t even begin to describe it. You break the kiss, smiling back at the man on top of you. “Good morning, sunshine,” Jacob smiles back at you, gently brushing your hair out of your face.

“Good morning indeed, baby,” you tell him, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. You lay there for a few minutes, simply staring at each other, enjoying the quiet Sunday morning. Jacob rolls over, taking you with him so you’re laying on top of his chest, a small squeal leaving your lips with the sudden movement. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his other hand finds its way into your hair, playing with the strands. You revel in the feeling of his strong arms around you, feeling so safe and secure.

You know, oh you know there’s no way you’re done, there’s no way you’ll both leave this bed and go on with your day, absolutely no way. Jacob has the exact same idea as his hand slowly moves down to the globes of your ass. Seemingly content with finishing this in bed he grabs one of your cheeks with his large, calloused hand, giving it a firm squeeze. His other hand tugs slightly on your hair, tilting your head so he can capture your lips with his again.

You absolutely want to finish what he started, you want nothing more than that, but you do have other plans than Jacob. Plans that involve him, a hot shower and you on your knees in front of him. You break the kiss, wiggling out of Jacob’s arms, who gives you a confused and almost disappointed look, a slight pout visible on his handsome face. You almost feel sorry for him, almost. “Baby?” Jacob whispers, reaching his arms out to you, eyebrows furrowed, an emotion on his face you can’t place.

“Don’t, J,” you shake your head at him, a small smile playing on your lips, surely confusing him even more. Poor guy, now you do start to feel sorry for him. You lean forward, brushing your lips over his ear. “Why don’t you head into the shower, love? I think we have some unfinished business, don’t you think?” you whisper into his ear, enjoying the way his breathing hitches.

You lean back, looking triumphantly at the astonished Jacob in front of you. He opens and closes his mouth, you’re pretty sure you can hear the wheels turning inside of his head. You want to laugh at him, at the way he looks when the realization of your words settle in. His eyes shoot from you to the shower and back to you, his face lighting up like a kid in a candy store.

You shoot him a quick wink, a small smile playing on your lips at his expression. You’re pretty sure you’ve never seen a 6’6 man jump out of bed that fast, almost tripping over the sheets. You cover your mouth with your hand, trying to contain your laughter at the sight before you. Jacob untangles his leg as fast as he possibly can, running straight towards the shower.

Barely 5 seconds later you hear the sound of the shower, the water falling on the tiles. You let out the laugh you’d been holding in and climb off the bed yourself, making your way over to the shower to give your boyfriend your own version of ‘good morning’.

You softly close the door behind you, turning your gaze onto the man standing underneath the stream of water. Your eyes rake over his naked body, focusing on the water droplets that fall onto his skin, following the sharp edges of his body until they fall down onto the tiles. It’s hypnotizing, the way he moves underneath the stream, the way his tattooed arms flex when he brushes his hands through his hair. You could watch him like this forever, never getting bored at the sight before you. What a sight.

Jacob catches you staring, gawking at him and his body. “Come here, babe,” he says, smirking at your obvious desire for him. You shake your head, trying to clear it of the lust induced haze – without much luck – before walking into Jacob’s awaiting arms. He pulls you close to him, his arms tightening around your body. His hands slide down to your ass, squeezing both of your cheeks with his large hands. You gasp by the sudden pinch, giving Jacob the perfect opportunity to claim your lips with his.

His tongue slides over your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up for him. A request you happily fulfil, granting him access to your mouth. His tongue collapses with your own, twisting and turning around the other, exploring familiar grounds. Hands wander over wet skin, gasps and moans swallowed by the sound of the never ending stream of water. At some point during your passionate make out Jacob’s hand finds its way into your hair, entangling his fingers with the strands.

Jacob tightens his grip on your hair, giving a slight tug to break off the heated kiss. You keep your eyes on him, the twinkling in his eyes promising nothing but trouble and mischief. “Are you gonna get on your knees for me, beautiful?” he whispers against your lips, giving you that signature smile, that smile that could make you do absolutely anything. You nod your head at him, your fingers trailing over his abdomen. You did promise him a ‘good morning’, right?

Jacob guides you to the ground, his hand firmly on your jaw the entire time. Your hands follow his body, sliding over every part except the part where he aches for you. You lightly dig your nails into his thighs as you settle down on the cold stone tiles. You fight to keep the smirk of your face as Jacob groans, his cock twitching right in front of you. Jacob brushes his thumb over your cheek, before moving it to your bottom lip. You look up at him, the desire and lust clearly swirling in his eyes. Slowly, excruciating slowly he pushes his thumb past your lips, coaxing you to suck it into your mouth.

“Look at you, so eager, aren’t you?” Jacob smirks, loving nothing more than filling your pretty mouth. It’s a sight for sure, a sight that would be even better if it was his cock in your mouth instead of his thumb, but he’s in no rush today. It’s his day off, something he doesn’t get a lot, something he treats as special. What better way to spend that day with you, on your knees, underneath him, in any possible position and way? Nothing, absolutely nothing beats that.

You release his thumb with a pop, waiting patiently for Jacob’s next move. You keep your eyes on him as he gives you a nod, his sign of ‘go on’. You waste no time, licking his impressive erection from bottom to top. You keep your focus on the underside of his cock, following the large vein with your tongue, stopping every time you almost reach his tip. Jacob’s sharp intakes of breath every time you get closer and closer to the tip spurs you on to prolong your teasing as long as you can, as long as Jacob lets you.

Apparently it won’t be that long, the hand still tangled in your hair yanks you backwards. Your eyes shoot to his, while you give him an innocent smile. It’s not like he wasn’t enjoying it. His hand reaches out, grabbing his throbbing erection. He wraps his fingers around his cock, bringing it closer and closer to your mouth. “Suck,” he commands you, a side you don’t see often with Jacob, a side that makes you clench your thighs together as desire rushes through your body. You love that side of him, you can only wish it would come out to play more often. Maybe this is the way to achieve that, tease him until he can’t help himself but give in to that side of him.

You open up for him, allowing him to slide his erection past your lips. You close your lips around him, softly sucking on his tip. He moans at the feeling, sending chills all over your body. Even in the middle of a shower he tastes like he always does, manly yet fresh, you fucking love it. You simply can’t get enough of him.

Grabbing the base of his cock you give him a firm squeeze, another groan falling from his lips. Your tongue swirls around his tip, softly sucking, all while keeping your eyes on Jacob. The way his abdomen flexes every time you suck harder, his eyes looking up to the ceiling every time he moans, it’s addicting. Moving your hand at the same tempo as your mouth you find a steady rhythm. You flick your wrist just the way he likes, earning yourself another symphony of moans and groans. Like music to your ears, that’s how the moans and groans that leave his lips sound like. Music.

His hand moves to the back of your head, a clear indicator it’s time to hand over your control, although you wonder if you even had it in the first place. You can’t help freezing up for a second, it isn’t Jacob’s fault at all, but no matter the crazy amount of time you’ve been together, he’s still impressive. His cock, his cock is impressive and slightly intimidating. Although.. maybe it applies to Jacob as well, 6’6 of pure muscles, tattoos and a beard? Yes, it definitely applies to both.

Jacob notices your slight change in demeanour, halting the slow movements of his hips. “You okay?” he asks, his eyes showing genuine concern. You nod, flickering your eyes downwards, before meeting his eyes again. Jacob chuckles, clearly understanding what this is all about. “Don’t worry, sunshine. I know what you can handle, but squeeze my thigh if you want me to stop, okay?” he asks you, giving you a reassuring smile.

You nod your head, but Jacob won’t continue without hearing your voice, he needs to hear the words. He slips out of your mouth for a moment, allowing you to voice your thoughts. “I’m okay, J. Just a bit intimidated,” you tell him, smiling when Jacob can’t contain his laughter. “But I’m fine, J. I trust you,” you tell him, reassuring him he’s good to go. He gives you another smile before bringing his erection back to your lips, coaxing you to open up for him again.

“Such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he says, his voice low and raspy as he pushes further into your mouth. With his hand on the back of your head he slowly moves himself in and out of your mouth, making sure to never push you further than your limit. It takes you a few minutes to get used to him again, finally able to relax around him, taking him deeper into your mouth. “That’s it, baby. Look at you,” Jacob praises you, only spurring you on to take more, to make this even better for him and you.

His hips thrust forward, deeper into your mouth, a low string of curses leaving his lips. He uses your mouth as he pleases, while also giving you the confidence you can handle him, you can take him. You bring one of your hands back on his thigh, bracing yourself. Your other hand reaches underneath him, gently cupping his balls. You roll them between your fingers, gently giving them your full attention. You know Jacob is close, you know he’s chasing his high as his rhythm turns sloppier and sloppier. All he needs is that last push, that last push over the edge that has him tumbling into the abyss of pure euphoria.

Jacob looks down at you, cursing under his breath. There’s just something about having his girl on her knees in front of him, her lips wrapped around his cock, that drives him absolute nuts. It isn’t a sense of power, it isn’t your surrender. It’s the complete trust you have in him, it’s the love that shows in your eyes, the way you clench your thighs as he fucks your throat, as he chases his orgasm. It’s the fact you’ll do anything for him to make this a phenomenal experience, just like he tries his hardest to return that favour, to make this just as enjoyable for you. It’s teamwork.

He’s so close, so close to reaching his high, so close to just shooting his release down your throat. So close, but today he has other plans, plans that don’t involve you swallowing his seed. The moment he reaches his high, his orgasm thrashing through his body he pulls your hair, releasing himself with a pop from your mouth. His hand shoots out, grabbing his cock and aiming his release at your chest, coating you in his cum.

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so shocked, and.. turned on. Watching Jacob orgasm is an amazing experience on its own, but watching him orgasm and mark you with his cum? That’s incredibly hot. Hotter than you would’ve expected it to be, hotter than you would like to admit to yourself. It’s a damn good thing you’re already in the shower. “What was that, babe?” you ask him, even though you know the answer to that question already, it’s clearly written all over his face.

Jacob smirks at you, sliding his fingers through the cum on your chest. “Just staking my claim, sunshine,” he simply says, bringing his cum-covered fingers to your mouth. “Open up,” he commands you, pushing two fingers past your lips. You suck them into your mouth, licking them clean until there’s nothing left. Jacob makes a sound of approval deep in his throat when his eyes focus on your lips wrapped around his fingers, his eyes blazing a fire you’ve seen so many times before. You’re not done yet, you’re not done until Jacob tells you you’re done.

You release his fingers, looking up at the giant Swede before you. “You don’t have to do that, you know? I’m all yours, completely and utterly yours,” you tell him, smiling as his face turns into a grin. He holds out his hands for your, helping you back onto both feet again.

“I know, but I like you covered in my cum. It looks good on you,” he simply says, shrugging his shoulders like it’s the most normal thing to do. You shake your head at him, stepping back under the stream, washing away all the evidence of his ‘claim’.

You feel his eyes on you, on your body, on every inch of your skin. It almost burns, leaving a sizzling feeling behind wherever his eyes landed on. His heated stare makes you ache with lust, desire for him, only him. The predatory look in his eyes tells you he’s coming for you, he’s coming for you hard. You’re more than ready for him, more than ready to take all of him.

Within a second his lips crash on yours, his hand landing on your cheek, keeping you close to him. He backs you up against the shower wall, his knee pressing itself between your legs. You gasp into the kiss, giving Jacob the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue invading your mouth. You can’t help but roll your hips forward, grinding down on his thigh. Jacob smirks against your lips knowing you can’t help yourself, knowing you can’t control your need for release.

“I’m gonna fuck you right here against the wall, sunshine,” he breathes out against your lips. Your breath catches in your throat by his words, a quiet moan leaving your mouth when his hand moves down your throat towards your breasts. His fingers linger on your throat for just a second, a second that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Aching for him, for his fingers, for his cock, just simply for all that is Jacob.

His hand cups your breast, his fingers pinching your nipple expertly. You drop your head against the cold shower wall, moaning out at the sensation of his fingers on your sensitive nipple, your core shamelessly grinding on his thigh. Your hand reaches between your bodies, instantly finding Jacob’s semi-hard cock waiting for you.

You close your fingers around him, gently squeezing his growing erection, moving your hand just the way that riles him up, gets him on high alert. “Fuck, you make me hard so fast,” he groans, thrusting upwards into your hand. You smile triumphantly at him, the knowledge that you have this much power over him, makes you even more desperate for him.

Jacob presses his thigh harder against you, his fingers still playing with your taut bud, rolling and pinching them, switching between your left and right breast, driving you absolutely mad. “Are you gonna come for me again, sunshine? Are you gonna show me how pretty you look while getting yourself off on my thigh, huh?” Jacob whispers in your ear, spurring you on to take, take whatever you need. The bastard knows how much his words, how much his teasing turns you on.

His mouth barely leaves your skin, biting and nipping on your neck, throat, anything he can reach. He knows you’re ready for him, ready to take all of him. Hell, you’ve been ready for him all morning, he fucking knows it, but God, he loves to get you off, he loves to watch you get off.

On edge all morning it takes you way less time than expected to reach your high, your second orgasm of the day crashing through your body. Jacob’s name on your lips like it’s the only thing on your mind, and in a way it is. His hands keep your trembling body upright, his thigh still pressing against your now oversensitive core.

His eyes search yours as soon as you’ve come down from your high, a search for affirmation, consent. You reach up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down towards your own, crashing your lips on his. “Fuck me, J,” you mutter against his lips, the twinkle in his eyes telling you that’s exactly his plan.

You squeeze his now throbbing erection again, a breathy moan leaving Jacob’s lips. “You’re a tease,” he mutters under his breath, before grabbing the back of your thighs and hoisting you up. You squeal, not used to being this high off the ground. Jacob chuckles at your childishness, it isn’t that high up.

Your legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer towards your entrance, toward where you need him the most. He slides his cock through your folds, coating himself in your wetness. Chuckling low when you whine at him, tired of waiting, tired of not feeling him inside of you. So he gives you what you want, what you ache for. He lines himself up, before slamming all the way home. You choke on your own breath, the sheer force of Jacob’s thrust smacking the air out of your lungs. He stretches you to the absolute max, pain and pleasure going hand in hand, although pleasure has the upper hand here, it always has.

Jacob groans, trying to keep himself together. It was a bad, yet fantastic idea to slam himself deep inside of your tight pussy. The feeling of being buried deep inside of you will always feel like something extraordinary to him, it’s a mesmerizing feeling and if he could he’d stay like this forever.

“J, baby, you feel so good,” you whisper against his shoulder, bringing him back from his thoughts. He returns your praise with a low grunt of his own, slowly starting to move his hips again. Knowing it probably took some toll on him and his control you keep praising him, soft sweet nothings against his shoulder, against his lips. There isn’t much room to work with in the shower, the slippery tiles making it hard to go any faster than the slow and steady tempo Jacob keeps right now. It’s almost torturous, driving you absolutely mad. The way he fucks you, with slow and deliberate thrusts, making sure you feel every single ridge, every single vein on his cock.

Jacob loves this look on your face, the look of pure bliss, pure euphoria with every thrust he delivers inside of you. He knows he won’t last long, not after this morning, not with the way your pussy clamps down on him every time he moves inside of you. “Tell me what you need, sunshine,” he groans out, trying to keep his own orgasm at bay. You need, he needs you, to finish first. You’ll always come first, always.

“I need more, J, harder,” you moan out, your nails digging into Jacob’s shoulders. His mouth finds yours again, and only when he bites down on your bottom lip he speeds up. His hands move to your ass, squeezing each of your cheeks roughly, pushing you further into the cold wall. You can still feel his teeth in your lip, when he picks up his pace further, slamming harder and deeper inside of you. Every thrust, every movement he makes hits the right spot inside of you, it’s so fucking good.

You feel your orgasm creeping closer and closer, you can feel it crawling over your back, inside your tummy, fucking everywhere. Your vision blurs, nails digging deeper into Jacob’s shoulders, black spots appear in your already blurry vision, until you explode around him. Fireworks, fucking fireworks as your orgasm rocks through your body, like your nerve endings are on fire. His name echoes through the shower, your head falling back against his shoulder, completely spent from your third orgasm of the morning. Fuck.

There’s no way, no fucking way he can hold out any longer. Your tight pussy pulsing around him, aftershocks from your intense orgasm still rocking through your body, no fucking way he can keep this up. He thrusts into you once, twice more, before his knees buckle slightly as he reaches his own high for the second time this morning. He groans out your name as he buries himself deep, so damn deep inside of you, coating you with his release. His fingers tingle, his legs feel like jelly, his head spins. Never felt a second, fuck.. even a first orgasm like this, so intense, so intimate, so out of this world, absolutely mind-blowing.

Jacob tries his hardest to stay upright, with you still in his arms. Completely out of breath, mind still full of a post-orgasm induced haze, he puts all his weight against your body, crushing you against the shower wall. He drops his head against your shoulder, taking deep breaths, trying to calm down his racing heart. “You okay there, love?” you ask him softly, running your fingers through his wet hair.

He chuckles low, his raspy voice sending chills all over your body. “More than okay, y/n, more than okay. I just need a minute, maybe two.”

A few more minutes pass, before Jacob carefully slips out of you, making sure not to hurt you in any way. He gently puts you back on your own two feet, pulling you back underneath the hot water. Jacob raises his eyebrows at you when you suddenly start laughing, although he can’t help the smile that forms on his face by your laughter. Nothing better than seeing his girl smile or laugh. “This water bill is going to be so damn expensive, Jacob,” you giggle, pulling him closer to you.

Jacob chuckles, brushing your wet hair out of your face. “I don’t care, that was fucking amazing. You are fucking amazing,” he exclaims, softly pressing his lips on yours in a sweet, loving gesture. He reaches behind you, grabbing one of your shampoo bottles. “Can I wash your hair?” he asks you, an innocent smile plastered on his face. Suspicious, but whatever, if that’s what he wants to do, you’ll play along with it. You nod your head, before turning around so he can reach your hair.

His fingers brush gently through your hair, the smell of your favourite shampoo filling your nose. You sigh softly, this might be the best feeling in the world, something you could get used to. For a moment you think of ways to get Jacob into the shower with you every time you need to wash your hair, but quickly decide that would be a terrible idea. Not for you though, but definitely for your bank account and mother nature. Definitely shouldn’t do that, right?

Jacob’s voice brings you back from your thoughts, his fingers massaging your scalp. “Am I doing this right?” he asks you, a hint of insecurity lacing his voice. You try to answer him, but the only sounds coming from your lips is a muffled moan. “I guess I am,” Jacob chuckles, gently washing the shampoo out of your hair.

You close your eyes, enjoying his hands brushing through your hair, just enjoying his touches. It’s like he can read your mind, it’s almost scary. Just like you expected he had more up his sleeve when he asked if he could wash your hair. His hands wandering down your body, gently soaping your breasts. His soapy hands make soft circles over your breasts, cleaning them thoroughly, even though there’s no way they’re still dirty after the amount of time you spend under the shower stream. “You just needed to touch me some more, huh? you muse, shaking your head softly at him, not bothering to hide your grin.

“I need to make sure you’re completely clean, sunshine,” Jacob tells you, humour lacing his voice. Not bothered by his actions you let him clean you, from your head to your toes, no spot stays untouched. You guess he needs this right now, to make sure you’re absolutely okay, a way of aftercare, so you’re more than happy to give him this.

It takes both of you another 15 minutes to finally get out of the shower and dry off. It’s hard, so hard when you have such an attractive male running around, a naked, attractive male may you add, to keep your hands to yourself. And boy, it’s the exact same way for Jacob, who can’t keep his eyes and hands off you, imagining all the possible ways he can get you underneath or on top of him today, tomorrow and the day after that. It’s hard not touching each other, but why should you stop?

So when an arm wraps around your waist after you just pulled on some panties and hooked your bra, you lean back against the muscular chest behind you. His arm tightens around you, his hand covering your belly. You can feel he’s also still in the process of dressing himself, feeling the warmth radiating from his naked chest. You drop your head against his shoulder, enjoying his affection and attention to the fullest while you still can. You don’t even want to think about that upcoming road trip, not right now, right now all you want to think about is him, him and his warm body.

Jacob presses a soft kiss underneath your ear, snuggling his face in the crook of your neck. “I love you, y/n. I’m going to tell you that a million times more, until you’re absolutely fed up with it, but I need you to know that,” he whispers against your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

You turn around, wrapping your arms around his waist, before looking up at him. “I love you too, J. So, so much, you know that, right?” you ask him softly, a small smile on your lips. His words make the butterflies in your stomach flutter at full force, you’ll never get used to hearing those words coming from his mouth, never. His words hold a certain edge though, an edge you aren’t used to hearing from him. It’s almost like he’s looking for confirmation, looking for a way to take away his insecurities, whatever they might be.

You squeal when he suddenly picks you up and drops you on the bed. For a moment he simply stares at you, his eyes raking over your body. Just as you want to tell him you aren’t having sex with him again, at least not yet, he chuckles. “I’m not trying to seduce you, sunshine.” When he finally got his fill of your body, he crawls on top of you, wiggling himself between your legs. He softly pecks your lips, before pulling back, a soft smile on his lips.

You cock your head at him, curious to know what he’s thinking right now. “Do you know why I call you ‘sunshine’?” he asks you, that same smile turning into a grin. You shake your head at him, you never thought much about that nickname, although you absolutely adore it. “I never thought I would find someone like you. Even after all this time together I’m still so,” Jacob muses over the right word for a moment, “amazed? I can’t even find the right words to describe it.” He stays silent for a few seconds after that, his eyes focused on nothing in particular. Although he doesn’t speak, his face does. The smile plastered on his face tells you a lot, the glint in his eyes tells you even more. You better pay attention to whatever he’ll tell you, you can see it’s important to him.

“You filled my life with sunshine, you still do every single day. When you give me one of those grins that make your eyes wrinkle, I feel like I’m on top of this world.” You can’t help but laugh at that, it’s no secret Jacob loves that, even though you aren’t too fond of it yourself. “You know those first sunny days? Those first warm beams of sunshine after the cold winter?” he asks you, and you nod. “That’s how you feel to me, every time you smile, every time you look at me. You feel like those first beams of sunshine, the beams that warm your skin, the beams that make you forget the cold winter you endured. That’s how you feel to me, like sunshine. You light up my world, you cover me in sunshine, you are my sunshine.”

His words tug at your heart, you had no idea your nickname went that deep, that it has that much meaning to him. What he just told you means more to you than anything ever could. You can’t help the emotions breaking free, you can’t help the tears that fall from your eyes, you can’t help how his words make you love him even more. He bared himself to you, showed his vulnerable side, showed you what you really mean to him. “I didn’t mean to make you cry,” Jacob whispers, gently wiping the tears from underneath your eyes. “Talk to me, baby,” he murmurs softly as he gently kisses your cheeks, your nose, your lips, anything, until you let out a giggle.

You cup his cheek with your hand, softly smiling through your tears. “You have no idea how much you mean to me, love,” you whisper to him. “You shower me in love, affection and good times every single day. You make me feel so loved, so safe, so special. No words can describe how much I love you, Jacob, absolutely no words, but I’ll try my very best to show you exactly how much. Every day I get to spend with you is one I’ll cherish for the rest of my life.”

Jacob leans forward, his lips pressing onto yours, so soft, so gentle, almost like he’s afraid to break this vulnerable, real moment you’re sharing with each other. You wipe away the stray tear that falls from his eye, he might be 6’6 and playing one of the toughest sports out there, he’s still human, he still feels like any other person. He buries his hand in your hair, pressing harder against your lips, never have you felt this close to each other.

He breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes locked on you as a smile slowly grows on his face. “It’s a damn good thing I have you for the rest of my life then. We’ll cherish every day together,” he pledges.

You can’t stop your laughter as Jacob rolls over, taking you with him. You land back on top of him, staring down at the love of your life. “We’ll make every single day count, J.”

“Every single minute of every single day, sunshine.”

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Its the most wonderful time of the year

AN: Ok, I know this took me a really long time to get this done and FINALLY HAVE THIS POSTED. But I ran into personal stuff and finally my laptop broke and I got it fixed and now I have it. YAY!!! Anyways this was requested during the time of the World Junior Tournament when it was hosted in Vancouver. I am so sorry but I finished it. Anyways!!! The request was “Can I request a Jacob Markstrom fic/imagine? They’ve been dating for a while until the world juniors happen. He’s off for a very long road trip and reader stays behind in Vancouver. She decides to attend a few games then attends throughout the duration of the tournament. Jacob tried calling and texting but she just doesn’t hear her phone. He thinks she’s cheating and when he gets back he distance himself from her. Until she straightens everything out. Is that too much?”

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Word Count: 2,885

Its the most wonderful time of the year. The World Junior Tournament is whats wonderful and taking over the cities of Vancouver and Victoria.

Which means the Canucks will be off on a long road trip and that also means your boyfriend will be away as well.

Its Christmas Day and you spend as much time with your boyfriend as you can along with his family. Its not every day he sees them and you’ve always loved his moms company.

“Y/n do you want to come with me on this road trip?” Jacob asks while his family is surrounded the both of you in the living room.

“I would love to but I think I will just stay behind and catch up on some work” you reply wishing you would tag along for the road trip

“Its going to be a long one, you think you will be able to handle it?” his mom asks looking to you.

“I think I will survive these two weeks without him. At the same time I get to spend time with you and my family” you reply while giving a smile to Lena.

“Alright, that sounds good to me. I’ll call as much as I can and we can FaceTime” Jacob replies while wrapping his arm around you.

After dinner is done and you help clean the kitchen with his mom and sister in law. When done the cleaning, you make the coffee and bring out the cake you made.

A treat before going to bed and having to say good bye to your boyfriend the next day.

You look to his sleeping form and smile to yourself. As you smile it begins to fade, a reminder in just a few hours he will be off on a very long road trip and how you debated about packing as well.

“No, I really need to catch up on work” you thought to yourself as you roll over and go to bed.

You feel an arm pulling you closer and being wrap around the person you love. Oh how you were going to miss this.

You wake up early the next day, you wake Jacob up as well and he begins packing. You walk out of the room to prepare breakfast and coffee.

You make a plate for your boyfriend while you see his mom walk into the kitchen

“Is Jacob getting ready?” Lena asks while getting herself a cup

“Yeah, he is just packing and Im getting this plate ready for him” you reply and you hear someone walking into the kitchen

“There are my two favourite women” Jacob says as he gives his mom a side hug and gives her a peck to the forehead.

He goes towards you and does the same

“There is my favourite man in the world” you reply while giving into the embrace

“Are you just about ready?” you ask while finishing up your coffee and food

“I am ready, my bags are by the door” he replies while placing his cup and plate into the sink.

He gives them a rinse and places them in the dishwasher but you were going to do the dishes. Anything to pass time.

You also thought about cleaning the whole house. One day wash the walls in the living room, The next will be the windows, the next will be washing the walls in the rooms. Again just to pass the time.

“Ok we better get going. Mom you coming?” Jacob asks looking to his mom

“No, I will just say my farewells from here. Take care son” she says while giving him a hug.

His brother and sister in law come down and say their farewells as well along with with his niece. Oh how they looked cute together.

Once the both of you get to the airport is when you see the other wives and girlfriends saying their farewells.

“Last chance to change your mind” he says while looking to you.

“I’ll wait for you here” you giggle while hugging him

“Alright, I’ll call once we get to our hotel” he says while giving you a kiss

“I’ll be waiting” you reply and give into the kiss

“You two are gross, get a room” Jake Virtanen says as he passes by the both of you.

“Oh be quiet or else I will hip check you” you teasingly reply.

He gets a chuckle out of that playful threat.

“I’ll keep an eye on him for you” Jake says while giving you a hug

“Thanks” you reply while pulling away from the hug

“Babe, make sure he stays out of trouble” you tell Jacob as he gives you a nod and a smile

Ever since moving to Vancouver with Jacob, you became really close with Jake. He reminded you of your younger brother and have always remained close with Jake.

He saw you as an older sister he can go to whenever things or life got him down. Or just simply to hang out.

“Well I better go” Jacob says as he gives you one more good bye kiss

You melt right into the kiss and felt a little sad cause its going to be the last for the next two weeks. But you are willing to wait until he got back.

You wait until the plane flies off, like any other time you have dropped him off and waited until the plane was in no sight.

As you see the plane fly off and disappear into the air is when you stood there for a bit longer and finally drove off.

You went back to the house and hung out with his family. You always loved spending time with them and when it was time for them to go back to Sweden, the house felt a lot more emptier and more lonely.

Your family came and went as well and that got you down a little.

Finally you buried yourself in a ton of paper work that needed to be, you didnt have enough time before going on holidays.

Once you completed the work is when you went into the office and filed them away. Your boss is in the office as well, finishing up things before the new year.

“Y/n, finishing up a few things as well?” she asks as she enters your office

“Yes, I didnt have time before going on holidays and now that everyone is gone. I thought I would bury myself in work” you reply while finishing up the filing

“I always knew you are committed” she replies with a smile on her face

She always knew she can count on you to get the work done but never over worked you. She always wanted to give you the time to rest and come back to work refreshed.

“I have these hockey tickets my husband purchased and none of us arent going to be in the country. So I was wondering if you wanted them?” she asks in hopes you would put them into good use

“World Junior tournament tickets?” you ask rather quickly

“Yes they are and have good seats” she replies while pulling out an envelope

“Sure, I think I will put these to use. My friends are coming for a visit and now I have something to entertain them with” you reply while taking the tickets from her hand

“Good, I was getting worried because everyone else either got them or going away” she says with relief

She leaves to head home and get ready to leave for the holidays. You leave as well and go home.

You go to the bus station to pick up your friends that are coming for a visit. Finally go to the airport to get another friend. It felt good to have the house full again, even if that meant only for a few days.

The comes as the first game of the tournament starts, Its game day for team Canada and you were glad you took the tickets from your boss.

“Y/n, Im still surprised your boss even gave you tickets for the tournament” your friend Shandy says while looking at the line up to get into Rogers Arena.

“I am just as surprised as you are. I am so happy for these too” you reply thinking about giving your boyfriend a quick text that you are at the game.

You forget when your friends begin talking about other things that are going on with their lives and the line begins to move.

Finally you and your friends get to your seats while the guys went to get drinks and snacks.

“Y/n, the only one who never drinks when we come to visit” Gabe says as he hands you a water you asked

“Well someone needs to be the designated driver for your drunk asses” you reply thinking back to those times.

“Thats right and why you’re always the smart one” he replies while looking to you.

Finally the game begins.

Jacob tries calling, leaves messages and texts bu they go unaswered.

“Still trying to get a hold of y/n?” Jake asks looking to Jacob

“Yeah, I guess she really buried herself in work” he replies while placing his phone in his pocket amd walks away from him.

He takes a walk by himself to get rid of the ugly thoughts he has of you.

“No, she wouldnt do that to me. No” he thinks to himself while sitting on a bench in a park. He sips his coffee

The unanswered phone calls, texts and facetime have gone throughout the two weeks. Jacob is convinced you are with someone and cheating on him most of the time.

His other teammates and friends from other teams have tried convincing him that you would never do that to him and never got that impression from you at all. But he still isnt convinced. He appreciates the talks though but thoughts still linger.

You and your friends continue going to games, hanging out and checking out the rest of Vancouver. Along with whale watching.

Your phone died and never got the chance to charge it or just completely forgot about it cause you also went to work.

The tournament has come and gone.

Now it was time for your boyfriend to come home. Finally.

You asked one of the other girlfriends when they were landing home and she gave you the time. You drive to the airport 45 minutes early before the expected arrival. You were getting excited for Jacob to finally come home.

“Oh crap, I better charge my phone now” you finally remember and begin charging it.

As your phone begins to charge is when it comes to life, text messages are coming through, voice mails. Sixty text messages and countless of voice mails, which is full. You read every text and begin to feel bad for not charging your phone sooner.

Half of the text that consists of I miss you, good night and I love you. The other half is what are you doing?, why havent you texted or called back?, What are you up to? Is there someone else?

“Fuck” you mutter to yourself

You see the plane land after going through your voice mails and deleting everything. You needed to explain yourself to Jacob.

Finally the plane comes to a stop and finally the guys exit the plane.

Jake sees you first before Jacob can even notice his surroundings.

“Hes not happy with you right now” he says and gets into his truck

You go towards Jacob and give him a big hug, he returns a weak one and begins putting his stuff in the car. As the both of you get into the car, its silent.

“Before we go, can I explain myself?” You ask breaking the silence

“Please by all means” he replies with a stern voice

He really doesnt look happy right now

“Shandy and them came into town and we attended the world junior tournament” you reply while looking to him

“But why couldnt you just return my texts or phone calls” he asks while driving away from the airport

“Because I completely forgot to charge my phone the minute it died. Well until today just before you landed” you tell him looking to him in hopes he will forgive you.

“If you even did go to the games. Where did you even get the tickets? They were all sold out” he says never taking his eyes off the road

“I got them from my boss. Her and her husband were going out of the country for the holidays and she didnt want those tickets to go to waste and gave them to me” you reply while keeping your attention on him

He is beginning to feel a little better but the feeling of you seeing someone else isnt fading. He wants to believe but something else is tugging away.

The rest of the ride was quiet, being at home was quiet and eating dinner was quiet. Going to bed was quiet.

Going to bed without telling each other ‘I love you’

No kisses good night.

Just went to bed

Quiet

As the days go by you feel hes drifting away from you. The more you explained, the more he didnt believe a word you said. Nothing

At work wasnt great either. You were distracted and everyone can see that.

Your phone begins to ring and you see its Jake. You slide across the screen to answer it.

“You: Hey Jake

Jake: Hey, how are you?

You: Not so great

Jake: Yeah, I figured

You: Thanks

Jake: You arent the only one

You: Right

Jake: You free for lunch?

You: Yeah, since my person isnt going to pick me up nor will he answer my calls or texts

Jake: I know, Im outside your office building”

He hung up on you and you just smiled as you got up and got your jacket. You walk out of the building and get into his truck

“is he talking to you at least?” you ask once you get into his truck

“Nope, not a single word” he replies pulling away from the building

“He thinks I knew that you were messing around but I tried explaining that you wouldnt. I also mentioned that I didnt know nothing and tried convincing him you did absolutely nothing” he adds while looking for a place to have lunch

“This hurts” is all you say and the ride goes silent

He sees the hurt of your face and he doesnt like what he sees. He hates seeing his best friend, his sister hurting. He hates it.

Finally the day ends and the thought of going home was just dreadful. You didnt like the silence at home.

You walk into the house and you see Jacob in the kitchen.

“Y/n can you come into the kitchen please” he says as soon as he hears the door open

Your heart begins to race.

“I am so sorry” he says while looking to you.

You look up and tried not to form any tears

“Shandy called me and she told me everything. I am so sorry for not believing you and pushed you away” he continues while coming closer to you.

His arms wrapped around you felt amazing, finally feeling complete again and finally just being close to him. After so long of being ignored and not touched.

You were already beginning to feel as though the both of you were over and you feared he was going to ask you to move out.

Thankfully he didnt.

A tear streams down your face and you release a soft sob

“I know you said you werent seeing anyone, its just I had this feeling at the pit of my stomach that you were cause you werent answering my calls or anything. That nagging feeling wouldnt go away and I was stupid” he continues while he still holds you in his arms

“I was getting scared that you were going to ask me to move out” you whisper while pulling away from him

“No. No” he says while looking to you.

“I am so stupid, I should have listened to you but no. I am so sorry” he continues

“You arent stupid. You were just scared as I was. I dont want to lose you” you tell him while looking into his eyes

“I dont ever want to lose you either and Im sorry that I drifted from you. I feel incredibly stupid for doing that. I placed myself in a lonely position by doing that” he says while placing a light kiss to your forehead.

The more the both of you talked it out, the more everything started to feel less empty, lonely and more understanding.

“From now on, Im charging my phone right away then waiting till way later to charge it” you say while giving him a kiss to the lips.

“Yes. Or else next time Im kicking your ass to the curb” he jokingly says with a smile

Oh how you loved his smile, the dimples were always your weakness.

“Do you promise?” you ask as you chuckle as well

He pulls you in closer and kisses you. He loved being close with you and he always felt complete.

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 9

Word Count: 9,670

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, Pregnancy, Smut, NSFW (18+ readers only)

Notes: Well here it is the final chapter of this series. Even if I lost 4K words when I was editing. That’s why it took so long. I hope you guys enjoyed this story as much as I did. I can’t believe that it’s over 53K total! I just want to thank everyone who took time out and read any part of this story. You are all the best and I love you all!! So with that. These two were finally on the right path when we left them. Did it stay that way? Let’s find out. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

What Happens In Vegas…Doesn’t Always Stay There Masterlist

Some days you just couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be married to Jacob. Sure, things had got off on a rocky start, but now, here you were eight months into both your marriage and your pregnancy and your life was pure bliss. Though had someone asked your husband that, he may have not agreed with you at the moment.

“Babe, you need to put that washer on before you screw in that nut.”

“I know, prinsessa,” he huffed back, however, he still put the screw into the crib without the washer on it.

“Jacob, the washer?” He blew out a frustrated breath, taking the bolt back out to put the washer on as you told him not even a minute ago. “If you’d just let me help.” He’d insisted that he was going to be the one to put your daughter’s crib together. At the rate he was going though, you should’ve started a couple months ago.

“You’re eight months pregnant, (Y/N). There is no way that I’m letting you do manual labor. What if you hurt yourself or worse our little honeydew in there?”

“You know we’re really going to have to come up with a name for her. We can’t call her the name of fruits, the rest of her life. Besides what happens when she gets bigger than a watermelon?”

Jacob chuckled as he tightened the nut, then moved on to the next one. “What about Beatrice?”

“Reminds me too much of that movie, Divergent. Her parents weren’t great in that were they?” It was a rhetorical question, so you just kept going. “What about Olivia?”

“Boring. Everyone names their little girl Olivia anymore.” He had a point, there was a reason that the name had been on the popular girls' list for a number of years. “Elsa is really popular in Sweden.”

“And have everyone sing ‘Let it Go’ every time they say her name.”

“Fair point.” He went back to putting that crib together. “Knulla!” Jacob cursed dropping the f-bomb in his native tongue.”

“What? Are you hurt?”

“No, but I can’t get that damn song out of my head.” You couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter.

“So, Anna is out then as well.”

“Oh my god, no we are not naming her that either.” One side of the crib was completely put together and he leaned it up against the wall, moving onto the next. This time putting the washers on the screws before starting. “We can just name her fruit salad, that way it covers all the names we’ve called her.”

“Absolutely not. We’re not going to be one of those couples that name their child after obscure things, like Coco or Cardboard.”

A bark of laughter was your answer from Jacob. “Well, hopefully, once we see her, it will just come to us. You know sometimes when you look at someone the name just fits.”

“I hope so, or our child may end up being Fruit Salad Markstrom. It doesn’t have a very nice ring to it.”

“No, no it doesn’t.”

While Jacob continued to work on the crib, you got up and wandered into the office. Pulling out the folder you wanted, you headed back to your husband. “Speaking of names.” He turned giving you his full attention. “I was wondering how you’d feel if I legally changed mine.” Inside the folder, there were numerous documents, driver’s license, passports, bills, all of which had to be changed. You just wanted Jacob’s ok before making it official. The moment you decided to stay married to Jacob, you weren’t one hundred percent sure you wanted to ever change your name. Now, you saw no reason to keep your old one. You wanted the world to know that you were his and that he in turn was yours.

“I’d be thrilled if you changed it to Markstrom, but are you sure prinsessa?” He abandoned the crib and moved to set on the sofa with you. “I know you how much your independence means.”

He had taken your hands in his, and you felt him idly playing with your wedding rings. “It was, or is, but you’ve proven I can still have that while being your wife, and that’s not going to change no matter what my last name is. But more importantly, I want us to be a family; you, me, and fruit salad. I’m proud of who you are Jacob and proud of this family. I want to be an official part of it.”

“You’ve always been an official part of it. There’s no family without you, prinsessa. But nothing would make me happier than you officially being Mrs. Markstrom.” His lips found yours. The kiss sweet as you melted into him.

“Well, then I guess I need to get this started. At least it will give me something to do while you finish that crib over there.”

His lips started to trail down your neck and collarbone. “I think we need a little break. Don’t you?” He took the folder and placed it back on the coffee table, then gently laid you down on the couch. It was several hours before Jacob finished the crib. He even went so far as to get inside and prove to you that if it was strong enough to hold him, it would surely hold your baby.

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As the last couple of weeks of your pregnancy went by, you still hadn’t come up with a name for your baby girl. What did make itself know was your daughter inside you. Your back ached and it felt like she was using your ribs for kickboxing practices at all hours of the day. You were so ready to have her out of you and in your arms instead of pressing on your bladder. The day she was due came and went though. According to the doctor she was in perfect position for you to deliver, yet she didn’t seem to want to make her arrival.

Two days later, you were on the phone with Lena telling her how miserable you felt. “I just can’t seem to get comfortable,” you whined.

“Oh darling, I know exactly how you feel. Jacob was almost two weeks late. I tried every trick anyone would tell me to induce labor, but I swear only one thing worked.”

Fourteen days seemed like an eternity. You waited for Jacob’s mom to say more, but couldn’t keep silent long. “Oh please tell me. I already made Jacob take me for a ride on the roughest road he could find. All that did was make me have to pee.”

Lena giggled, but if she had only seen you begging Jacob to pull off of the road so that you could relieve yourself, she would’ve laughed even harder. “Oh, you poor thing. I remember it all too well.” Her laughter died down, and she spoke in a softer tone. “Now, I hope you don’t mind me asking this but have you and Jacob…” she trailed off, leaving you guessing as to what she meant. “You know…are you still…intimate?”

“Oh!” The question made you pause for even though you’d grown very close to Lena; it wasn’t like you were telling her of your sex life with her son. “Well…not for the last week or so. Jacob was worried about me…” It dawned on you then what she meant, as Jacob was afraid that you’d go into labor. Now, that’s exactly what you wanted to happen.

“Ah, so you see what I’m getting at.” You most certainly did. “Keep in mind I had trouble convincing Anders that it was a good idea, but it most definitely worked.”

“Lena, you’re an angel.”

“I’m not sure I’d call myself that.” You both chuckled. “Now, I’m going to let you go and hope that the next phone call I get, is you telling me that my granddaughter is here.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Love you, darling. Tell my son, I love him as well.”

“Love you too and same to Anders.” You hung up, right as Jacob walked into the house after his workout. Normally, he would’ve headed back to Sweden by now, but with the baby being due, the two of you were staying in Vancouver. So, he was sticking to his normal routine.

“I’m back, prinsessa,” He announced as if you hadn’t heard the garage door open. “How’s my baby doing?”

“Well, if you mean your daughter, she’s still not ready to make her grand appearance yet.” You sighed rubbing your belly. “If you mean me, I’m extremely pregnant and uncomfortable.”

Jacob dropped a kiss to your lips before sitting down beside you on the couch. “My poor prinsessa, apparently you’ve made it so nice in there our little watermelon doesn’t want to leave.”

“Well, speaking of that…” Jacob’s eyes lifted up in query. “I was thinking maybe we could speed the process up a bit.” You let your fingers trail down his chest until they rested at his waistband. His raised eyebrows told you that he knew your intent, and you lifted yours in return along with a little smirk.

Jacob stilled your hand though. “Prinsessa, I don’t think that we should. What if I hurt you or the baby?”

“You’re not going to hurt either of us. I promise.”

“But what if you go into labor?”

“That’s the point, Jacob. I want to go into labor.” You could now see why Lena mentioned she had trouble convincing Anders. The look of concern on his face had you questioning whether or not you were going to be able to pull this off. Let’s face it, you knew that being nine months pregnant, wasn’t any man’s ideal temptation, though you had to admit that Jacob hadn’t seemed to mind your rounded belly. In fact, he always told you how sexy you looked, and up and until about two weeks ago, he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. Maybe if you used some of your feminine wiles, you could somehow tempt him, though at the moment you felt anything but sexy.

You were somehow able to finagle your wrist free that Jacob had captured, though his grip was never that tight. This time instead of going to his waistband, you went straight for what you wanted. His cock. To say that you were surprised to find him semi-erect, was an understatement. Apparently, your husband did still find you sexy. “Please baby.” You stroked up the length of him, your touch causing him to get harder. “You know…once I have our little blueberry, there won’t be any of this for a while. Like six whole weeks.”

Jacob groaned. He’d done the research and knew that your body needed time to heal. He wasn’t a cad, that couldn’t wait the six weeks that you needed, though he knew that time would prove difficult, for he couldn’t seem to keep his hands off of you. When your thumb brushed back and forth over the tip of his cock, he was done for. He growled in frustration with himself, for wanting you so bad, before capturing your mouth. The kiss was rougher than he intended at first and he had to remind himself to be gentler with you, even though you craved his manhandling. “You win, prinsessa,” he finally managed to breathe out once he tore his lips from yours. “But swear to me, that if you feel even the slightest hint of pain, you’ll tell me.”

“I swear,” was your hurried answer before he could change his mind. Jacob got up off the couch, then grabbed your hands to help you up. “We can just stay here.”

“I’m not fucking my very pregnant wife on the sofa. We’re going upstairs.”

“Yes, sir.” You stated in mock salute. Jacob shook his head, covering up his laughter as he led you up the stairs. It was definitely not the intimate little chase that the two of you had done so many times when you’d first moved in. Your body just didn’t move as fast these last couple of weeks, as your back was always aching, just as it was now. You’d just made it up the first few stairs when you felt this weird twinge. You told yourself it was nothing, but it stopped you for a moment and had Jacob looking back to make sure everything was ok. It passed quickly and so you went to take the next step. That’s when you felt it. It was sort of just an intense amount of pressure and then before you knew what was happening there was fluid leaking out of you uncontrollably. “Jacob,” you exclaimed and he quickly turned again. “I think my water just broke.” His eyes went from your face to the floor then back to your face again.

“Oh my god.” Jacob’s face went white, for even though you both knew this moment was coming, it was still a bit shocking now that it was finally here. “Where’s your bag? We should call the doctor? I’ll go get the car.”

“Slow down,” you coaxed, brushing your hand against his cheek. “Let’s see how far apart the contractions are before we start rushing. Besides, I need to clean this and myself up.”

“But prinsessa…”

“I’m fine, Jacob. Really. That was only my first contraction.” At least you thought it was your first. Your back had been hurting off and on all day, but you’d just chalked it up to carrying the baby. “Let’s just wait and see when the next one comes.” Heading back to the kitchen, you grabbed some paper towels to clean up the small mess on the floor. Jacob took them out of your hands before you could even attempt to stoop down.

“I still think we should call the doctor.”

“Fine. If it’ll make you feel better.” It couldn’t hurt to keep her informed. “Ouch.”

“Was that another one?”

“Yes,” you answered rubbing your overgrown belly.

“That was less than five minutes, prinsessa.” He was already dialing the phone, as you headed upstairs to change. You weren’t sure how fast your labor would progress but you wanted to be prepared should you need to leave for the hospital right away. By the time you got out of your soiled clothes, another contraction hit. It definitely came on quicker than the last and lasted longer than the other one as well. You changed clothes as quickly as possible.

Jacob came running up the stairs right as you were throwing on your shirt. “Are you having another one already?” You tried to mask the pain but nodded as the last twinges of it subsided. “The doctor said we should head in, with your water breaking, and the look on your face tells me we should’ve left a couple minutes ago.” Jacob ran into the closet and grabbed the bag of stuff you had packed as well as the diaper bag. “What are you doing, prinsessa? You should be downstairs by now.”

“I just need a hair tie.”

“Babe, you have at least six packed in this bag. Can you not use one of them?”

You were already in the bathroom digging for the one you wanted. “Not the same, this one is my favo…ugh.” The rest of the word was lost as yet another contraction hit.

“That’s it we’re leaving right now.” Jacob grabbed several hair ties and threw them in his pockets before taking your hand and leading you out of the bathroom and down the stairs. “We are not having our daughter in this house.” He scolded, taking the stairs as quickly as possible.

You were in the car and out of the driveway before the next contraction hit. It freaked Jacob out, even more than before and you felt the car speed up. He had to be going well over the speed limit, but you were not going to complain as it felt like your labor was going at the same pace as the car. As you hit a red light, you saw Jacob’s knee starting to bounce as his anxiety raised waiting for it to turn green. You reached over and threaded your fingers through his. “We got this, hun.”

He squeezed your fingers back, right as the light turned green. “I should be reassuring you.” You chuckled lightly as the car continued on.

It was exactly 11:24 when you entered the hospital. Jacob made his way to the registration desk, letting them know you were here. From there, things became a whirlwind. You were taken to a private room and hooked up to all kinds of monitors. Approximately thirty minutes later, they were telling you that you were in full active labor. Duh, you could’ve told them that, as your contractions seemed to be coming at a rapid-fire pace.

“Aren’t first-time births supposed to take longer?” You inquired of the nurse that was checking the fetal monitor.

“On average, yes, but everyone is different. Trust me most women would kill to be progressing this fast.”

It wasn’t lost on you that just a couple hours ago you were begging for your daughter to be out of you, but now that the time had come you had to admit you were having second thoughts. “I don’t know if I’m ready.” It was a thought that had been echoing in your head the moment you hit the doorway to the hospital.

“Oh, you’re definitely ready.” The nurse commented even though you hadn’t been talking to her. “I’ll be back with the doctor in a few minutes. If you need anything just ring the bell.”

“What about the epidural?” She must have not heard you as she headed out the door. You turned to Jacob, who hadn’t left your side. “I don’t think I can do this Jacob.”

“Sure you can, prinsessa.” His hand soothingly caressed your cheek, brushing back some stray hairs at the same time. “Everything will be fine.”

“But what if I suck at this whole parenting thing….” Another contraction hit, and it felt like there was a vice grip on your uterus.

“Just breathe.” Jacob mimicked what you’d both learned in child birthing class and you found yourself breathing with him through the pain. Once, you finally had it under control, Jacob continued. “You’re going to be the best mom ever prinsessa. Our little girl is going to be lucky to have you.”

You smiled weakly, hoping that he was right. “Well, at least she’ll have the most amazing dad.” Jacob leaned down and kissed your lips sweetly, right before the nurse came back in.

“Ok, looks like you’ve got another one coming (Y/N).” She informed you as she checked the monitor. You’d barely caught your breath from the last one, but you prepared yourself for the next as the doctor came into the room with few other nurses.

“So, they tell me this little girl is ready to make her appearance.” She advised as she got in position to deliver the baby. You nodded through gritted teeth as the contraction hit. You squeezed Jacob's hand, no doubt cutting off the circulation, but he never said a word. “Definitely ten centimeters.” The doctor proclaimed, peeking her head back up. “Are we ready mom and dad?”

Jacob smiled at you and suddenly you felt a confidence that only moments ago you didn’t possess. “So, ready,” you answered.

“Ok dad, if you want to get behind mom as we talked about.” Jacob slid in behind you as you scooted all the way to the edge of the bed. His arms hooking under you to support your body as you were in a squatting position. It was all quite different from the way movies portrayed giving birth, but the doctor had told you that gravity was your friend during this moment and you were all for what would make things go smoothly. Once you were both in position, the doctor took her place. “Ok, here comes another one. I want you to push this time (Y/N). Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” you somehow managed to mumble out through the ball of nerves that was going through your body. You bared down when the contraction hit, letting Jacob support most of you.

“That’s good.” The doctor told you.

“You’re doing great, prinsessa.” Jacob encouraged you, dropping a kiss to your temple as you rested for a minute.

“Ok, this time I need you to push for a count of ten, ok?” You grunted your response, then pushed again as the doctor counted you through the contraction. “Great. I can see the head. Just relax a second and then this next one I’m going to need you to really push, (Y/N). Just one big one and then your little girl is going to be in your arms.” You could feel Jacob smiling against you, as you relaxed against him. “Ok, here we go.”

“Push, prinsessa. You can do this.” It seemed as though Jacob no sooner said the words than you felt an intense amount of pressure and a mild burning sensation, but then it was over. In that split second you knew you’d delivered your daughter and you held your breath waiting to hear her cries. While it was probably mere seconds, it felt like a lifetime before you heard her lungs cry out. It was honestly the best music you’d ever heard in your life.

The doctor wrapped her in the towel she used to basically catch your daughter in and then laid her up on your chest. “Here’s your baby girl. We’ll give you a minute with her, while we get ready to cut the cord. Dad, you still up for it.”

Jacob had been gazing down at his beautiful daughter and had a hard time answering her, but finally managed to mumble out a yes. “She’s so beautiful, prinsessa.” She really was, even though she was still tinted a little blue. Your birthing classes had made you aware that this would happen, and that she would ‘pink up’ within a few minutes. “She really is our little blueberry,” Jacob added, his hand caressing her little back while you held her to your skin.

“She’s perfect.” Tears streamed down your face, happy but also somewhat sad, that you’d not wanted this sooner in life. The happiness you were experiencing at that moment was so much more than any job could ever give.

“Ok, Dad your up.” The doctor informed Jacob, who reached around to cut the umbilical cord. His hands were shaking with both excitement and nerves. It took all of two seconds to do and then your daughter was officially her own little person, no longer needing that connection to you. It was both sad and thrilling at the same time, for you truly did enjoy being pregnant with her, well up until these last couple of days. “We’re going to take her for a few minutes, get her cleaned up, and check her height and weight.”

“Go with her, please.” You told Jacob, not wanting to leave your daughter alone, even if it was only across the room. His long legs made it easy to scoot out from behind you and trail behind the nurse that had your baby girl.

“Ok, (Y/N), let’s see if we can get the placenta out while they're taking care of your cute little blueberry over there.” It took about fifteen minutes to push the afterbirth out. Which was too long in your opinion as you wanted to see your daughter again. As soon it is was over, you glanced over to where Jacob was holding your little girl. She looked so tiny in his large frame, but what you couldn’t get past was the look of awe and utter elation on Jacob’s face. It had been a long road to get to this moment, but all you needed to do was look at your husband and your daughter and know that it had been worth it.

“We’ve got a healthy little girl, prinsessa. They said she weighs six pounds and two ounces.”

“Though I think she may end up being tall like her dad here.” The doctor chimed in. “She just a little over twenty-two inches long.” You couldn’t see her legs as she was cuddled up in a blanket on Jacob’s chest. “Since you both seem to be doing well, we’ll let you three get in some bonding time. Feel free to ring for the nurse if you need anything.”

You scooted over on the bed, as the last of your nurse left closing the door behind him. Jacob gently sat down on the spot you’d made then handed over your newborn daughter. “She’s so perfect, (Y/N).”

You nuzzled your cheek next to hers and you had to admit that Jacob was right. She was absolutely the most perfect thing on this planet. “I can’t believe we did this,” you whispered gazing down at your little girl.

“You did this, prinsessa.” Jacob’s arm slipped easily around you to hold you both.

“I’m pretty sure I couldn’t have done any of it without you.” Your lips found his easily, the kiss sweet and tender, matching the moment. “I love you.”

“I love you too and our little blueberry.” His large hand cradled her head as his thumb gently caressed her cheek. “Speaking of which, we need to give her a name.”

“True, we can’t call her our little blueberry forever.”

“Actually, I was thinking we could.” You turned your nose up at him, not wanting your daughter’s name to be Blueberry Markstrom. “Hear me out. I was looking at names the other day and found one, Morelia.” You turned the name over a few times in your head, seeing if you liked it or not. “It means little blueberry in Polish.”

“Morelia,” you said out loud this time, testing it on your tongue. “Morelia Markstrom, I like it, but I have one small adjustment.” Jacob looked down at you in question. “I want her middle name to be Andrea after both you and your dad.”

“(Y/N)…”

Tears started to well in Jacob’s eyes and you knew that yours had them as well. “Back when we didn’t know what we were having, and I thought she,” you looked down at the sleeping little girl laying on your chest. “I thought she might be a boy and I wanted to name him Anders after seeing you with your dad. Anders doesn’t quite sound right for a girl, but what do you think of Morelia Andrea Markstrom.”

“Morelia Andrea,” Jacob breathed out, a note of awe in his voice. “It’s kind of a mouthful, but I love it.”

You laughed at your husband for he was right. “She’s going to hate us.”

“Probably at some point.” Jacob chuckled. “But then don’t all kids hate their parents.”

“Well, Morelia Andrea Markstrom, welcome to the family.” You kissed the top of your baby girl’s head. “Now, take off your shirt,” you ordered Jacob.

“Excuse me, you just had a baby. I know you were all about sex a few hours ago, but it’s off the table for a while.”

You rolled your eyes at your husband. “Not for that. So that you and Morelia can have some skin-to-skin contact. The first few hours are crucial.”

“Which is why you have her,” Jacob insisted.

“I had her for the last nine months. I think you can have the first hour. Besides, I’m right here.” Jacob took his shirt off then while you unwrapped Morelia from her blanket. She whimpered when you passed her to her father, but then snuggled down on his bare chest. You took the blanket and covered her back up so that she wouldn’t catch a chill.

“I know I’ve said it before, prinsessa but she’s perfect.” The arm that wasn’t cradling his little girl wrapped around you and he curled you next to both himself and the baby. “Thank you, (Y/N).” You wanted to question him further but he went on. “I know you’re going to tell me it took both of us, but thank you for bringing our little girl into the world.” He kissed her little head. “But most of all, thank you for being my wife and the love of my life.” The tears were flowing freely now and you turned your head so that your lips could connect with Jacob’s. The kiss was passionate and sweet at the same time, bespeaking the love you both shared.

“I love you,” you whispered, too choked up for words.

****

It was four weeks later that you were on a plane headed to Sweden. You were nervous that Morelia wouldn’t do well on the flight, but she seemed to have the same easy-going temperament as her father. She was the happiest and most content baby. She also happened to be spoiled rotten by both her father and her mother, and once she got to Sweden by her grandparents as well. It was rare that she wasn’t being held, even when she was sleeping. You only hoped that once you returned to Canada, and her father was back training, that she would still be just as easy to care for as she was now.

Summer in Sweden was simply amazing. There were long hikes with Morelia strapped to you or Jacob, which she simply loved. Days where he would drag you both to the golf course with him, solely because he didn’t want to be away from either of you longer than necessary. Time was also spent out on the water, Jacob teaching you how to fish. Which honestly was futile for you enjoyed having your husband’s arms wrapped around you more than you did waiting for a fish to bite. However, the best time had to be those spent with his family. Jacob’s place wasn’t far from his parents and you spent as much time as possible with them. Soaking up every family moment that you could, as Ander’s health seemed to be failing.

As your trip neared its end, Jacob finally broached a subject that had been weighing on his mind for months. “Prinsessa, can we talk?”

You had just put the baby down for the night and were joining Jacob around the fire that he had going in the backyard. “Of course.”

He had a serious look on his face, which concerned you somewhat, but that thought vanished as he pulled you down on his lap and kissed your lips. “Do you remember back a few months ago when I asked you to marry me again?” How could you forget? The memory was etched in your brain and not because the two of you had fought before the moment, but because he had given you a choice then. A choice you didn’t think you had, once you found out that you were married and then pregnant with his child.

“Yes, I don’t think I’ll ever forget. It was some of the sweetest things you’ve ever said to me.”

There was a glow on his cheeks and you couldn’t tell if it was from the firelight or a blush. “Oh, well, every word I said was true.” You knew this but you weren’t exactly sure why he was bringing this up now. “Especially the part where I want to marry you again.”

“I want that too.”

The two of you were grinning like fools at each other. “Good,” Jacob finally breathed out. “I was thinking we could do it when we go back.” That was literally only a few weeks away. “On our one-year anniversary. I want to do it with all our family and friends around; with you in a beautiful white dress and our daughter up there with us.”

“Jacob, that’s literally just a couple weeks away. How are we supposed to pull something like that off?”

“It doesn’t have to be fancy, prinsessa. I’m just afraid…” He trailed off and you knew what he feared without him voicing his concerns. That his father wouldn’t be there.

You stopped him before he could say more. Hands on his face, looking directly into his eyes, you told me, “Of course, I’ll marry you then. We’ll figure it out. Are you sure you just don’t want to do it here? We could have a simple ceremony right here in the backyard.”

“I’ve thought about that, but what about your family. I know we have time, not as much as I’d like but we can do this.” You nodded your agreement, then kissed his lips once again.

“Of course, we can. I can pull my resources together and we do something in our backyard at home or there has to be a venue in Vancouver we can rent out. It doesn’t have to be elaborate.”

“I was thinking about that as well.” It seemed as though he’d been doing a lot of thinking without you on the subject. “I want to go back to Vegas.” This took you a bit by surprise. It was honestly the last place you would’ve thought of. “Hear me out. We can do something at one of the fancier hotels, and you can wear a beautiful long white dress and I know you’re going to tell me that I can do that anywhere, but Vegas is where I first fell in love with you. It brought us together. It’s where Morelia was conceived. I just think it would be this full circle thing, only this time we’ll both be sober, and we’ll have more than just a couple of pictures to remember it by.”

The excitement on his face told you that you had no other choice but to agree, though the picture he painted did seem perfect. “Alright! Let’s get remarried in Vegas.”

“This is going to be perfect, prinsessa.”

The week and a half you had left in Sweden was chaotic, to say the least, as you tried to book a venue and invite all your friends and family to your Vegas wedding. Thankfully, Lena and Anders helped with Morelia. They were soaking up every second they could with their granddaughter, making your life much easier. Finding a dress, however, was proving to be a challenge. You were still working on shedding the last few pounds of baby weight that you’d tacked on, and were unsure of what your dress size was. Plus, let’s face buying a wedding dress wasn’t really meant to be done online. You knew that it would need to be altered when you got, so you made sure you had a seamstress ready to go once you were back in Vancouver, and after scouring thousands of websites you finally found the perfect one. It had a detachable skirt which would allow you more freedom as the night of festivities went on. By the time you were back in Vancouver you pretty much had things under control. It surprised you how much time and effort Jacob had put into helping, wanting to make it perfect, not only for your friends and family but for the two of you as well.

As the big day drew near, you flew out to Las Vegas to have a little fun but also make sure plans were running smoothly. It seemed everyone had that idea, as many of your friends and family came a few days early as well. It was all so reminiscent of a year ago, only this time you had your daughter in tow and there was a lot less drinking going on, at least by you and Jacob. Everyone else on the other hand, well, they were enjoying themselves immensely.

The night before the ceremony everyone insisted that you and Jacob spend the night apart, though, for the life of you, you couldn’t see why. You’d been married for a year and if the trials of that year hadn’t broken you apart, you figured some lousy tradition wouldn’t as well. However, you both relented to your family’s wishes and stayed in separate suites; Morelia staying with Jacob’s parents for the next couple of nights.

You were just getting into bed when you heard a knock at the door, so you padded across the floor and peered through the peephole, only to see what look like several dozen white roses staring back at you. To your shock, those same flowers were attached to your husband. “What are you doing here?”

“Bringing you these,” he declared stepping inside and handing over the delicate blooms. He planted a kiss on your lips that made your head spin.

“They’re beautiful but totally unnecessary.”

“I beg to differ, as I’m using them as an excuse to sneak into your room for the night.” All you could do was laugh at him as he placed the do not disturb sign on the door handle then firmly shut the door.

You set the flowers down on the table, as Jacob followed you inside the room. It was the one that you’d been sharing for the last several nights. He thought it would be easier for him to just move his one suitcase, instead of the three that you ended up packing. “You know you’re not supposed to see the bride before the wedding. It’s bad luck and all. Besides I’m pretty sure our families would throw a fit if they knew you were here.”

“Pft. Seeing as we’re already married, I’m going to take my chances.” His hands were on the silk of the nightgown you’d chosen to wear to bed, sliding up and down your hips. “Is this new?” You nodded. “Mmm, hope you weren't planning on saving it until tomorrow?”

“No, I have something else for our ‘wedding night.’”

His brows knitted in question. “Then who was this for?”

“You. I knew you’d be in my room tonight.” Jacob gave a bark of laughter as your hands slid up and around his neck. “Or I’d be in yours.” You went up on your toes to kiss him. It was heated and filled with passion, just like it was every time your lips touched his.

“So how long was I going to have to wait until you headed to my room?” Jacob asked as he maneuvered you both towards the bed.

“Not long, though I knew you’d give in first.”

“Oh? So sure of yourself, wife.” His hands were skating over your ass now, raising the nightdress with each caress.

“You’re here aren’t you?”

“True and I don’t plan on leaving until the morning.”

You bunched the fabric of his shirt up until Jacob released you to rip it off. “Hopefully, before our parents know.”

“Mmm,” he hummed as his lips ghosted down your neck. He slid the thin straps easily off of both shoulders. “This is gorgeous, but I think I like what’s underneath better.” The gown fell effortlessly to the floor and you stood there naked in front of your husband. “Mmm, yes this is so much better.” He kicked the garment away, then turned his full attention to you.

“You know that cost a lot of money.”

He simply shrugged. “I’ll buy you hundreds more, though I’d prefer if you just went like this all day long.”

“Oh, I’m sure that will go over well the next charity event.”

“You talk too much, prinsessa.” Just when you went to chided him, he continued. “Don’t get me wrong I love that, but just not right now.”

You slid your hands up his long torso. “Then maybe you should make me…” anything else you would’ve said was lost as his lips pressed hard and demanding against yours. He eased you down onto the mattress, never breaking the kiss, which was making you dizzy with want. His body loomed on top of yours, a delicious feeling that you would crave until the end of time. Jacob’s hands wandered all over you. His long fingers tweaking your breasts and nipples before stealing down to find you dripping with need.

Jacob felt as if you were made for him and he would never get over the awe that struck him each time he touched your body. You were his prinsessa, more like a goddess that was made specifically for him and he worshipped every part of you. He slid his fingers between your folds, to find your wet and it took his breath away. He toyed with you for a few minutes, savoring the feel of your body squirming under his ministrations.

“Jacob,” you panted out with desire. He knew what you wanted and he craved it as well. He wanted to see your shatter, to see your fall apart within his arms. Knew you were close by the way your body trembled and the way your hips bucked into his hand. You were so close. With just the press of his thumb against your clit, you were there, a loud moaning falling from your lips as your mouth tore away from his. He watched that blissful state wash over you. Treasured the look in your eyes and the smile that graced your face as you came down from the high that he had brought you. He would never tire of it, not today, not tomorrow, and not in a million years.

You didn’t even register the fact that Jacob had discarded the rest of his clothing until you felt him widening your legs to accommodate him. Once you did, you moved into a position that you knew would bring you both pleasure. His piercing blue eyes never left yours, as he took himself in hand and started to enter you. You may have not remembered much from that first time together, but you knew that feeling of him inside was one you’d never tire of. Only when he was buried deep inside your body, did his lips come back down on yours. From there the two of you moved together, setting a pace that would bring you both pleasure. It wasn’t hurried, for there was no rush. You knew that the two of you would be together forever, and it had nothing to do with the vows that would be exchanged tomorrow or those said a year ago. You weren’t sure how long you made love like that. It could’ve been hours or it could’ve been minutes. All you knew was that when you both finally did cum, it was like your souls were being joined together. Almost as if it were more sacred than the words you would speak tomorrow.

Jacob snuck out of your suite in the early morning as the sun just began to rise. Most of the day was spent getting ready for the ceremony that would take place later on in the day in gardens at the Bellagio. Hair and makeup people came to your suite to get you ready, but you insisted that you be the one to get Morelia in her little dress. She looked like a little princess and you had a feeling you’d be relinquishing that title of prinsessa to your daughter, which was perfectly fine. There were so many pictures snapped of the two of you getting ready, that you felt bad Jacob wasn’t in any of them. Lena must have read your mind. “Would you like me to take her to Jacob for a few?”

“Would you? I can't bear it that he’s not seeing her right now.”

She took the little bundle from your arms, then kissed you on the cheek. “You look beautiful, my dear. I’ll see you downstairs. Now let’s go see daddy.” She said to Morelia as the two of them left. It only took you a few minutes to slip into your dress, but then there were more pictures taken. Your first wedding all you had were barely five photos to really remember the occasion, today there would be well over five hundred it seemed.

As the last one was snapped before the photographer headed down to the gardens, butterflies started to flutter in your stomach. Which was really silly considering that you were already married. But you weren’t really nervous about marrying Jacob, you’d do that a hundred times over. It was simply that last time it had been a folly really. A joke between two drunk people that turned out to be the greatest thing of your life. Today you’d make that commitment again, solidifying your relationship in front of all of those you loved. It was something you never thought you wanted to do or get to do, yet here you were.

“It’s time, (Y/N),” Kennedy said handing over your bridal bouquet. “I can’t believe we’re both married women.”

“Me either, Kenny.” You swiped at an errant tear that threatened to ruin your makeup. When Kennedy started to head to the door you stopped her. “Kenny,” she turned back to look at you. “I’m sorry for being the biggest jerk about you getting married a year ago. I can’t take it back nor would I want to because then we wouldn’t be here today. I just want you to know that if I would’ve known then what I know now, I would’ve supported you and Ryan in any way that I could. So while I’m so sorry for being an ass, one year ago. I’m so very glad that things ended up the way they did.”

It was Kennedy’s turn to wipe the tears from her eyes. “I am too, (Y/N). I wouldn’t change a damn thing.” She enveloped you in the biggest hug, both of you shedding a few more tears. “I love you, but let’s get you remarried.”

“I love you too.”

There were a few stares from hotels guests as you made your way down to the gardens. You even heard one little girl ask her mother if you were a real princess. You certainly felt like one and in Jacob’s eyes, you always would be. You took his breath away as you made your way down the staircase, then finally through the garden path that led you directly to him.

“You look breathtakingly beautiful, Mrs. Markstrom.” He whispered as he grabbed your free hand and brought it to his lips.

“You look quite dashing yourself, Mr. Markstrom.” You couldn’t stop gazing into his eyes, it was like only the two of you existed at that moment in time. That was until you heard the gurgle of your daughter. You looked over at her to see her smile as her Farfar held her just a short distance away. Both you and Jacob smiled as Anders turned Morelia so that she could see you both. “I feel like I’m dreaming,” you admitted to him as the moment just seemed magical.

“Definitely a dream come true, prinsessa.”

The officiant coughed discreetly, then whispered, “If you two are ready?”

You both turned back to him then. “Sorry,” you said in unison.

“Not a problem.” He told you with a smile plastered on his face. “Welcome everyone,” he started. “There is nothing more romantic than to stand in front of your family and friends and declare the love you have for each other, and today we get the privilege of witnessing (Y/N) and Jacob do just that.” The officiant went on, most of it was a blur until it was time for you to say your vows. They were something that you were never going to forget.

“Jacob,” you started as he now took both your hands in his and gave them a little squeeze. “It’s hard to believe it’s only been a year since I first met you and repeated some mundane words that would make us man and wife. Today is so much more than that. Today I pledge my love for the man that I met that day. The same man that has stood by my side this entire year, through all the good times,” as you said the words you both looked over at your daughter. “And through the bad, and promise to remain by your side through all the rest, until the end of time. I didn’t believe in love or marriage before I met you, but now I can’t see how I could spend another day without you in it. You are my life, my love, and my soul. I promise not only to love you but cherish each and every moment that we have on this earth together.”

Jacob teared up a bit during your words, just as you had to push past yours to say them, though you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to keep them at bay when Jacob spoke his vows to you. He cleared his throat, then began. “(Y/N),” again there was that squeeze to your hands. “Who would’ve thought that a year ago a few drinks by the pool would lead to one of the best decisions of my life? I can’t say what was going through my head at that moment, but I do know marrying you that day was the greatest day of my life.” He looked over at Morelia and you followed his gaze. “Well until a few months ago. You’ve given me things that I didn’t even know I wanted; a baby, a family of my own, and most of all love. You’ve made me happier this past year than I’ve ever been my whole life. I mean that prinsessa. I’m the luckiest man in the world because you are by my side and I promise to never take that for granted. Today, I promise to love you more than I have these past three hundred and sixty-five days, for you are my future, my life, and my love, and I want nothing more than to show you this for the rest of our lives. I love you, prinsessa.”

You gazed at your husband through glistening tears as they streamed down your face. Never in your life had you felt so treasured by one human being than right now. The only logical thing to do was to go up on your toes and kiss him. It wasn’t long, but you tried to pour all the love you had for him into it. “You two are a little early on that,” the officiant teased while the crowd of onlookers just chuckled.

“Sorry,” you both muttered once you separated.

“Now that you have both declared your intent, let’s make this official.” He continued on with the ceremony. “(Y/N) will you continue to have Jacob as your husband and continue to live in marriage? Do you reaffirm your love for him, cherish and honor him, care for him in both sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and forsaking all others' promise to be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

It was honestly the easiest answer of your life. “I do.”

“Jacob, will you continue to have (Y/N) as your wife and continue to live in marriage? Do you reaffirm your love for her, cherish and honor her, care for her in both sickness and health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, and forsaking all others' promise to be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”

“I do,” Jacob said loud and clear with a huge grin on his face.

“Then by the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada, I pronounce you both once again husband and wife.” The two of you waited with bated breath for him to say that you could finally kiss, even though you already had. “Well go ahead and kiss your wife again,” the officiant chuckled. Jacob’s lips locked with yours as cheers from your family and friends erupted. The loud noise startled Morelia, who started to cry. Anders quickly handed her off to you, and both you and Jacob lulled your daughter back to sleep. From there it was tons more pictures and a night of celebration.

This wedding was everything your first wasn’t. You got to have your first dance, and cut the cake, as well as feed it to each other. In the end, you knew that for as long as you lived, you would never forget your second wedding day.

It was seven weeks later that you got another reminder as to why you wouldn’t forget it. “I’m late,” you told Jacob as soon as he walked through the door from a short road trip.

“Did I forget you had an appointment? Traffic was a bit bad, but I didn’t think I was too late getting back here from the airport.”

“Not that kind of late. I’m late, late.” Jacob’s eyes widened as realization dawned on him. Your periods had been off a bit but that was normal after having a baby, and while you planned on having an IUD put in after Morelia, you’d completely forgot about it once you got back from Sweden. It wasn’t that big of a deal as Jacob had been using condoms most every time, except that once.

“How…or when?” he asked still a bit stunned by the news.

“I’m pretty sure it was the night before our wedding or the night of? I just realized it when I went to make an appointment to have the IUD put in.”

“Have you taken a test?”

“No, I thought I’d wait for you.” You weren’t sure how he was going to react as another baby wasn’t quite in the plans that you two had worked out. You’d both agreed that you wanted to enjoy Morelia and take in all her firsts before having another. Once she was two, you’d planned to give it another go, but apparently, someone higher up had other plans for you. “I have an appointment in an hour at the doctor’s office. Figured there was no point in peeing on a stick as I need to go there one way or another. If it’s negative, they’ll put the IUD in, and well if not…”

“And what if it’s not, prinsessa?”

You shrugged. You’d already made the decision that you weren’t going back to work. It had been a long talk with Jacob as he knew you had dreams for your career, but your dreams had changed. You no longer saw yourself wining and dining big names clients all to get them to fall in love with an ad campaign. The only thing you wanted to love was your husband and your baby, well children maybe. “Two under two is going to be a challenge,” you finally told him. “But I think we’re up for it. That is I am if you are?”

“Of course,” he said sweeping you up in his embrace. “I want to have dozens of babies with you.” You gave him that look. “Ok, not dozens…maybe half?” All you could do was shake your head at this man. You loved him so much how could you not want to give him more children.

“Well, we should probably get ready to head to the doctor’s office.”

Forty-five minutes later you were sitting on the exam table waiting for the results of your blood and urine tests, as Jacob held your five-month-old. When the door opened, he jumped up to be at your side. “Mr. and Mrs. Markstrom we have your results.” The doctor announced. “Looks like you’ll be welcoming another little bundle in nine months.” Jacob smiled and you did as well before kissing him. “I was thinking we could do a quick ultrasound to get a date for your new arrival.”

By your calculations, the new baby would be arriving close if not on Morelia’s birthday. “It should be close to June nineteenth,” you told the doctor.

“So, you two were planning this?” she asked.

“No,” you both said in unison causing her to laugh.

“I think there’s something in the water in Las Vegas,” Jacob joked, but in all seriousness, there seemed to be something about that place for you two.

The doctor started the internal sonogram, something you didn’t have to prepare Jacob for this time, as he was used to your appointments after Morelia. It took her a few moments and then you saw a little blob on the screen. “There we go, right there’s your little one.”

“We have another blueberry again,” Jacob announced before leaning down to kiss you, Morelia trying to grab at your necklace at the same time. “Easy little one. See that,” he told her. “That’s your little brother or sister in there.”

“Oh,” the doctor exclaimed and both of you turned to her. You’d only known for a solid three minutes that you having a baby and already you loved him or her just as much as Morelia. If something was wrong you didn’t know what you were going to do. “Hold on one second.” Jacob grabbed your hand instinctively with his free one. Both of you silently saying a prayer as you waited for the doctor. “Yes, yes it is.” The doctor explained more to herself than to either of you. “It looks like this one here, " she said looking at Morelia. "Is getting a two for deal.” Not quite understanding her meaning you gave her a curious look. “Oh sorry, I should’ve said that better, but you’re having twins.”

“Oh my god!” Jacob exclaimed, eyes round as silver dollars. It was the same look that you had. He looked down at you, almost expecting you to run. “We can do this.” He reassured you but you didn't need him to, for you already knew that together you could tackle anything.

“Oh I know,” you told him, for you were truly happy about both the babies. You couldn't wait to be Marskstrom party of five. “But we are never going to Vegas again.” You both erupted into laughter before finally letting your lips connect once again. It seemed as though some things were never meant to stay in Vegas and that was just fine with you.

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markymarkstrom · 2 years

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Y’all these dreams of Marky I’ve been having the last two nights are 🤤🤤🤤

#I wish someone could take these scenes from my head and write a fanfic #not me though #I’m terrible at writing lmfao #Jacob Markström #JM25 #Jacob Markstrom

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zackcollins · 4 years

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autograph || jacob markstrom

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Author’s Note: I was listening to music while I was taking a shower earlier. I got random inspiration from one of the songs that came on. I was honestly debating with myself whether or not to write it today. I wasn’t exactly in the best writing mood and wasn’t sure that end result would be good. I ultimately decided to write it (as you can tell). I decided that it was best to write it while the idea was still fresh in my mind. I hope I still did a well enough job while not being at 100% performance capabilities today. GIF credit goes to keeklee!!

Warnings: Alcohol consumption and mentions of being drunk. Nothing is overtly graphic or described in great detail. I tried to keep it on the tamer side just to be safe. If you need to avoid that, I understand and stay safe out there!!

Translation: There is one Swedish statement in this fic. It translates to “My darling.”

Word Count: 1.5k+

Inspiration: Autograph by Dallas Smith

Additional: The reader is feminine this time! Since I wanted a little more representation in my fics, I made the reader bisexual. She is mentioned to have had a girlfriend in the past. As for Markstrom’s response to finding out that information I’ll say one thing: I saw my fucking opportunity and I took it. I hope both of those things are okay and I hope you enjoy this!!

Jacob had been your best friend for years. You met when you were catering to one of the Canucks various events. He had spilled some of his wine on you when Henrik had bumped into him while rushing to grab the last of the Swedish meatballs before Edler could. He had apologized profusely and even offered to pay for the dry cleaning of your outfit. That’s where your friendship began.

All these years later, your friendship was going strong as ever. He was currently over at your apartment, sitting on your couch and drinking a beer. You were in your kitchen, chopping some onions and carrots to add to the soup you were preparing for dinner. Just as you added the chopped vegetables to the pot, you noticed Jacob walk over to the island and take a seat at one of the barstools.

“You know,” he paused, taking a drink from his beer bottle. “I bet you were the homecoming queen in high school.”

“What makes you think that?” You walked over to the sink, pumped some soap onto your hands, lathered them together, and turned the tap on. You put one of your fingers under the stream of water to test the temperature. Satisfied that it was acceptable, you placed both hands under and started rinsing them.

“You’re gorgeous,” Jacob chuckled. You heard him place the beer bottle on the island briefly before he picked it back up and took another drink. “You’re the girl everyone from a small town like yours would dream about. I bet every boy was lined up in whatever old blue jean fashion you guys wore to be your boyfriend.”

Turning the sink off and grabbing a paper towel, you dried your hands off before turning to face Jacob. You leaned back against the counter and crossed your arms over your chest.

“I was the homecoming queen,” you said, smiling.

“Who was the homecoming king?” Jacob asked, taking another sip of his beer.

“My girlfriend at the time. Her name was Amanda.”

Jacob smiled and raised his beer in salute. “Cheers. I’ll drink to that, bro.” As proof of his statement, he put the bottle to his lips and drank whatever was left inside of it. Making a satisfying sound he wiped his lips with the back of his hand when he was done drinking.

“You know,” Jacob started, pointing the bottle toward you. “I’d change your autograph.”

Raising a questioning eyebrow, you frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I’d put my name on you,” Jacob replied. When you continued to look confused, he sighed and placed the beer bottle on the island. “I want to put a big ring on your left hand. I want everyone to know that I’m the lucky one that has Heaven’s girl on my arm.”

Bringing your hand up to your face, you covered it. You felt a soft heat rising along your cheeks and the tips of your ears. You spread your fingers and looked at Jacob through the slats. He was smiling fondly and his eyes were showing signs of love and one too many beers.

“I want to take you to the edge of town and get on one knee,” Jacob continued, using his hand to move toward the direction of town he was speaking about. “I really want to change your autograph, (Y/N).” He chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

You brought your hand away from your face and smiled weakly at Jacob. The thing about this was you had been having more than platonic feelings for Jacob for a couple of years; you wanted to be his girlfriend more than anything. Hearing him say he wanted to marry you was making you feel things to you that you didn’t know you could feel. Your stomach was tied in all kinds of nervous knots; your heart rate was rivalling that of a jet going Mach 10; your face was burning with the passion of a volcanic eruption. You felt so strongly about this that you wanted to rush across the kitchen and kiss Jacob as passionately as you could.

“Jacob,” you started, voice strained from your nerves. “You’re a little drunk. You don’t mean any of this.”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Of course I mean this! You’re a star in my world. I want you on the hood of my car,” he motioned out the window, presumably in the direction of the parking garage, “so you can blow me kisses like they do in the movies.”

Sighing, you walked across the kitchen to sit on the barstool beside Jacob. He lit up and leaned his head onto your shoulder. You wrapped your arm around his shoulders and squeezed him closer before placing a kiss to the top of his head.

“You should really let me change your autograph,” Jacob said, voice faltering a little. “I want to propose to you at sunset at the ocean on the edge of town. I want to give you a big ring that you customize to make it uniquely yours.”

Swallowing thickly, you rubbed along Jacob’s upper arm. Jacob hummed and nuzzled in closer to you. He sighed at that moment, voice soundly slightly wet. You lifted his head with your other hand. Looking into his eyes, you noticed that he was crying. Sitting him straight up, you took both thumbs and wiped the tears away. Jacob grabbed your wrists and rubbed along the pulse points soothingly. You shivered and leaned into the touch.

“I want everyone to know that you’re mine,” he said, bringing one of your wrists to his lips and kissing it gently. When he felt you shiver again, he smiled and brought the other wrist to his lips and kissed it. You shivered a third time and leaned into the sensation. “I want to skip dating and just go straight to marriage. The team says we act like a married couple as it is.”

You felt your heartbeat hammering in your ears. Jacob’s team had become a second family to you in the years you had been friends with him. All the players that had come and gone were like the siblings you never had growing up. They meant the world to you--almost as much as Jacob did. If they said you and Jacob acted like a married couple there was no question that it was the truth.

“We should talk about this when you haven’t had 4 beers,” you said. Your mouth felt dry as the words left your mouth. Every part of you hadn’t wanted to say what you had said but you knew it had to be done. You knew this conversation was one that needed to happen when Jacob was sober enough to understand the ramifications of what he was asking for.

Tears fell silently down Jacob’s face as he looked at you with a blank expression. Despite that, he nodded. “Yeah, yeah. You’re right.” He grabbed your cheeks and gently soothed his thumbs across them. You shivered for what felt like the thirtieth time and leaned into the sensation. “Just know my opinion won’t change when I’m sober.” He leaned in and planted his lips against yours.

You sat there, frozen for a moment. Jacob tensed against you and started to pull away. You quickly brought your hands up to cover his hands. You pressed firmly, holding him in place. Jacob relaxed and leaned back into the kiss. At that moment, you started moving your mouth fluidly with his, trying to keep up with his languid pace. It was a pace that you weren’t used to for kissing. You were used to vigorous, passionate kisses. This was languid and soft. You reminded yourself that Jacob had consumed 4 beers and that had probably slowed down his motor functions enough to affect his kissing abilities.

When you pulled apart, Jacob was panting slightly and had some hair stuck to his forehead. You took one of your fingers and brushed it aside. Jacob hummed and leaned into the touch. You smiled softly and kissed his forehead. Jacob chuckled and kissed the tip of your nose.

“Mrs. (Y/N) Markstrom,” he said, grabbing both of your hands and interlacing your fingers. “Has a nice ring to it, right?”

A soft feeling rushed through your veins. It did have a nice ring to it. You bounced the name around in your head a few times while Jacob looked at you expectantly. The longer it bounced around up there, the better it was starting to sound. You swallowed thickly and nodded at Jacob. Jacob grinned and took one of his hands away from yours to reach into his pocket. A moment later, he placed a jewellery box on the table.

“I’m going to go sleep off the alcohol,” he said, motioning toward the guest bedroom. “You look that over and we’ll talk in the morning when I’m sober.” With that, Jacob leaned over and pressed a kiss to your temple before he slipped off the barstool and walked to the guest bedroom.

You were left sitting there, staring at the box. You hesitated a moment before you opened it. The necklace inside made your heart and stomach swoop simultaneously. It had a simple heart charm with two distinct words engraved on it:

Min Älskling

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drabblemesilly · 6 years

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Jacob Markstrom #1

Requested by @itsbadgerbadgermushroom: Hi :) your writing is fab ☺ could you do some Jacob Markstrom floof where y/n and him have just got married and you've managed to steal a moment away from the party to take it all in? Keep up the good work <3

*Hiii!! Thank you so much! I’m sorry if this took a while. I’m really not confident about my writing right now but I hope you enjoy it all the same!”

Word count: 810

Jacob gently closed the French doors leading back to the terrace, Johnny Stimson’s Honeymoon lightly filtering out. The wind is warm for a September night in Sweden, the night sky is clear and full of stars. This could not have been any more perfect.

Who would have thought that fifteen hours ago, you felt you won’t be able to get married because you were getting well-acquainted with the toilet bowl in your hotel room. Jacob was on the other end of the phone, in his own toilet, getting well-acquainted with his toilet bowl. You knew getting shitfaced drunk the night before your wedding was a bad idea.

You should’ve just eloped.

But this is perfect and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leaning against the banister, you felt your husband wrap his big arms around you, pulling you close to his chest.

Husband. Wow. You still can’t wrap your head around the fact that you are now married to the funniest, kindest, most amazing man in the world.

“Dag ett,” he whispered against your ear, his 5 o’clock shadow tickling your neck.

Twisting until you can see each other eye to eye, you straightened his bowtie, “day one,” you agreed.

He straightened, pulling you flush against him. Jacob Märkstrom is a big guy. Big enough that even in your heels, your head barely reaches his chin.

You started to sway along to the music, his chin resting on the top of your head, “we got married,” he reminded.

You sniggered, “I think we did,” you said, hugging him tightly, “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“Hmm,” you felt him smile, “it’s not gonna be easy,” he lifted your chin so he can look at you, “men åtminstone kommer vi att vara tillsammans.”

At least we will be together.

Of course.

He smiled, “we can finally buy a house in Sigtuna or Trosa.”

“I’ve always loved Sigtuna and imagined living in Trosa,” you murmured, “we can live there during the off-season.”

“Ja,” he agreed, “they’re both small towns and we can raise our children there.”

Oh, wow. Children, “I’m gonna have children with you,” you told him, the reality of starting your own family finally setting in. You might have squealed a little, “you will be the best dad, babe.”

He grinned, “only because you’ll be the best mom,” he countered before sobering, “I’m going to be gone a lot.”

When your relationship started to progress, you and Jacob decided that you’d wait until after marriage to move in together. Not that it stopped you from sleeping at each other’s apartments but two weeks from now, after spending some time on your honeymoon, you will finally be able to say that you’re going home together. In the same house.

“It’s not like that’s something new, Jake,” you assured him, “I got it covered.”

Slowly, he leaned in and gave you a soft but lingering kiss, “I love you, Mrs. Märkstrom.”

You cupped his face with both your hands, keeping his face just a few inches away from yours, “jag älskar dig också,” you told him in his native language before repeating it in English, “I love you too but,” you tsked, “I’m hyphenating,” you smirked.

He guffawed, “I knew you would,” his eyes are bright and, despite the scruff, his dimples are showing.

Jacob turned you in his arms until you’re back to your original position: you, facing out of the balcony, him, hugging you tightly, your back against his hard chest. His hand is cradling your arm, and that’s when you noticed your new initials tattooed on his ring finger.

Tracing the letters and the still-angry skin, you looked up at him, “when did you get this?”

He gave a non-committal shrug, “eh.”

“Eh?”

“Got it this morning,” he smiled, “I can’t wear my wedding ring all the time but I want the reminder.”

You sniggered, “so you need a reminder?” you poked his chest, “already? We haven’t even been married for three hours.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he whispered, giving you another kiss and enveloping you into a big bear hug, “you and your sassy mouth.”

“Which you love,” you pointed out, hugging him back and melting into him.

“Which I love,” he agreed, pulling you in even more.

Sinking into his big, gigantic body is something you will never get tired of, his sandalwood and cinnamon scent something you will always look for.

“Thank you for doing this with me,” you told him, your voice muffled by his chest.

You felt his grip loosen before you’re looking up to his eyes once again, “are you kidding?” he frowned, “there’s no one I’d rather be married with,” he kissed the tip of your nose, “it’s you, babe.”

You poked the dimple on his right cheek, “good,” he grinned, “because you’re it for me too.”

#jacob markstrom #jacob markstrom imagines #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #imagines #drabble #drabbles #my writing #fanfic #vancouver canucks

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wyattjohnston · 3 years

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It's August and all fics have been posted! I can't thank everyone enough for participating, and look forward to seeing you again in December for the next one. Click here if you want me to let you know when sign ups open!

Below the cut is a masterlist of all the fics, including who wrote them and who they were for.

I highly recommend reading them all, even if they aren’t for players you usually read.

Please heed all warnings on fics prior to reading. If a writer has marked something as smut or 18+ and you are underage, do the right thing and do not read it.

SUMMER EXCHANGE 2K21 MASTERLIST

ANAHEIM DUCKS

Jamie Drysdale

- four times he thought he didn’t love you + one time he realized he was in love with you by @brandtsclarke for @ idontgiveaflyinggrayson69

CALGARY FLAMES

Jacob Markstrom

- Swedish Summer by @matbaerzal for @ bqstqnbruin

Matthew Tkachuk

- Home to Mama by @ya-pucking-nerd for @ slapshot-to-the-heart

- On Your Right by @calgarycanuck for @ raysofcrosby

CHICAGO HAWKS

Kirby Dach

- Surprise by @selfindulgentpoorlywritten for @ leafs-forever

COLORADO AVALANCHE

- find somewhere to grow by @nugnthopkns for @ ya-pucking-nerd

Cale Makar

- You Say I Am Loved by @laurenairay for @ blueskrugs (pinch hitter)

Nathan MacKinnon

- The Night Everything Changed by @ghstandpucks for @ huttons

- Send For Me by @princessphilly for @ selfindulgentpoorlywritten

- Do I Wanna Know? by @danglesnipecelly for @ shelbsatans

- again someday... by @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 for @ toplinetommy

- A Lie to Love by @fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan for @ broadstbroskis

- no better company than you by @broadstbroskis for @ ghstandpucks

Tyson Jost

- ONE LOVE, ONE KISS, ONE DRINK, ONE SONG, ALL YOU by @raysofcrosby for @ antoineroussel

- 4 times you ruined his plans + 1 time they were ruined on their own by @bqstqnbruin for @ sorryjustafangirl

- i wouldn't be here (if i didn't love you) by @blueskrugs for @ matbaerzal

- just put your sweet lips on my lips by @fuckyeahmattytkachuk for @laurenairay (pinch hitter)

Ryan Graves

- take the summertime to grow by @museinmind for @ nugnthopkns

NEW YORK ISLANDERS

- you ruined new york for me by @shelbsatans for @ rosesvioletshardy (Beauvillier / Reader / Barzal love triangle)

Anthony Beauvillier

- Summer Haze by @no-pucks-given for @ miracleonice87

Mat Barzal

- Always Be Venice to Me by @senditcolton for @ calgarycanuck

- Paradise by @romanseggy for @ texanstarslove

OTTAWA SENATORS

Tim Stützle

- what home is by @sorryjustafangirl for @ timstuetzle

Josh Norris

- common tongue by @timstuetzle for @ brandtsclarke

PHILADLEPHIA FLYERS

Joel Farabee

- fell in love with you in stages by @antoineroussel for @ museinmind

Travis Konecny

- Accidental First Aid by @luvsherleafs for @ fanfics-for-the-hockey-fan

PITTSBURGH PENGUINS

Sidney Crosby

- big, big plans by @miracleonice87 for @ danglesnipecelly

- worth the wait by @leafs-forever for @ princessphilly

SEATTLE KRAKEN

Jamie Oleksiak

- I Swear To You by @laurenairay for @ romanseggy

- maybe we can see the seaside by @texanstarslove for @ no-pucks-given

ST LOUIS BLUES

Colton Parayko

- can you believe it? by @slapshot-to-the-heart for @ goburkygo

VEGAS GOLDEN KNIGHTS

Nolan Patrick

- 4 times he tried saying i love you, and the 1 time he did by @rosesvioletshardy for @ luvsherleafs

WINNIPEG JETS

Pierre Luc Dubois

- Now That I Need You by @toplinetommy for @ senditcolton

#the summer fic exchange 2k21 #exchange masterlist

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laurenairay · 3 years

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Rainy Day - J. Markstrom

Prompt: “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Tagging: @danglesnipecelly @itsbadgerbadgermushroom @texanstarslove @thebookofmags @bestestbenn @denis-scorianov @princessphilly @chicagoblackhawkslover96

A/N: this is the third of my Valentine’s Day prompt blurbs, so I hope you all enjoy it! I love this man so much 😘 if anyone wants to be tagged in the others on my list, let me know!

What had started out as a lovely romantic walk on your day off with your boyfriend Jacob, had quickly turned into a rapid downpour, cutting your time outside much shorter than you had planned for. You’d also ended up looking like a soaking wet rat, hair now clinging to your face and mascara running, but Jacob had just grinned and spun around in the pounding rain like a madman, until you were smiling too. He always knew how to turn a bad situation into a good one, which you were so grateful for – maybe your romantic afternoon wasn’t ruined after all.

“Let me grab us some towels,” Jacob mused as you shut the front door behind you.

You just smiled fondly as he kicked off his shoes and jogged down the corridor to the bathroom, taking off your own much slower. As much as you would’ve been able to get a towel yourself, it was the sweet thought that counted. And at least you wouldn’t be trailing water all over the floors. Within moments, your boyfriend was jogging back towards you, a pleased smile on his face as he handed you a soft towel. Bless. You wasted no time in roughly drying your hair, squeezing the worst of the water out, as well as wiping as much mascara off your cheeks as you could. Jacob grinned at you, wiping a stubborn black smudge with his thumb.

“Still beautiful,” he said with a sweet smile.

“Still crazy,” you retorted, although your own smile ruined the effect.

Jacob just laughed, ducking his head to press a gentle kiss to your lips. You inhaled sharply, hands rising to clutch at his shirt…only to pull away with a grimace at how water-logged it was. Jacob laughed again, shrugging.

“Not my fault,” he pointed out.

“I mean, I’m not complaining at the view,” you smirked.

Your eyes flicked up and down his chest blatantly, eagerly taking in how his wet t-shirt was clinging to his impressive physique, and you grinned at the blush that rose to his cheeks. Bless.

“Why don’t you go and change into something comfier? I’ll put on some coffee,” Jacob suggested.

Huh. Not quite what you had in mind…but you could change that.

What to wear…

Ah-hah!

On the chair of clean-clothes-yet-to-be-hung-up, you spotted a button-down shirt of Jacob’s that you already knew fell to your upper thigh. Just enough to cover your ass, but definitely high enough to be a temptation. Perfect. This shirt was a gorgeous shade of blue that you adored on him…so you could only hope he liked how it looked on you too.

You wasted no time in stripping off all of your clothes and buttoning up the shirt over your bare body. With a quick clean of your face and a ruffle of your hair, you gave yourself a boosting-smile in the mirror before wandering back down towards the kitchen.

“Coffee smells good,” you said softly, announcing your return.

The look in his eyes was everything you were hoping for.

“Are you wearing my shirt?” Jacob asked softly, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he glanced over your body, from your bare feet, dragging up your bare legs, finished on your damp-but-ruffled hair.

Your fingertips toyed with the bottom hem of the shirt, revealing even more of your bare thighs. “It might be,” you replied, smiling innocently.

The low rumbling groan that emitted from Jacob’s chest turned your smile into a smirk.

“It looks good on you,” he murmured.

“It looks better on you,” you purred.

“It’ll look better on the floor,” Jacob shot back.

You laughed, delighted at how easily he cracked, hands rising to the collar to unbutton the shirt slowly. Jacob didn’t take his eyes off of you, the intensity in his gaze making your body buzz with excitement, pulsing with need between your thighs. As you slowly revealed your bare body, Jacob’s breathing got a little shakier, his eyes dark and full of desire, until your dropped the shirt to the floor, standing naked and confident in front of him.

“All these years and it’s still like I’m seeing you for the first time every time,” he said lowly, stalking towards you.

It was all you could do to let out a shaky moan as he pushed you into the wall with his full body, taking your lips in an eager kiss.

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scratchedforlife · 3 years

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This is basically a live-action Jacob Markstrom fanfic

#nhl #hockey #vancouver canucks #calgary flames #jacob markstrom #elias pettersson #elias lindholm

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catboy-vasilevskiy · 5 years

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Canucks!

1. My favorite:

Brock Boeser! It used to be Anders Nilsson, but. He got traded and I miss him.

2. Like most when it comes to appearance:

Honestly? Jacob Markstrom

3. I'd play a prank on:

Jake Virtanen, omg.

4. Get drunk with:

Either Ben Hutton or Brock. Ben's like, a party animal, so.

5. I'd take to a wedding:

Ben bc I could make fun of him for stealing the dance floor, even if he probs would make me dance with him (but tbh I wouldn't mind, he's cute)

6. I'd cuddle with:

Brock. He's basically a giant puppy, okay. He's so cute and I'd LOVE to cuddle him tbh.

7. Ask for advice from:

Bo Horvat. He's the team dad, so. Gotta get the Dad Advice.

8. Bake cookies for:

Like... all of them tbh. I love all the vancity boys and I would make them all cookies.

9. Read fanfic of:

Brock/Elias and Ben/Jake are like. Super cute, top tier ships. I love reading fics of them!

10. Would write fanfic of:

I've had a bunch if Brock/Elias ideas? But I just haven't. Written any of them. I need to, tho.

11. Want on another team:

Honestly if Ben played for the Avs,,,, I think I'd cry of joy bc he's so big and smiley and he'd fit right in :')

Send me some a team and I'll answer the above!

#i just have a lot of love in my heart for them #I'm so excited to see them in September aaahhhh #thanks for sending!!!#gimme some more yall!#anonymous

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freerebelmentality · 4 years

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I’ll have the other Markstrom request done by the weekend or during the weekend. I think that one is Markstrom x Singleparent!reader, yeah that’s it. Anyway I’ll have that done this weekend or so.

I just thought I’d update about that.

Having fun with all of this again

#jacob markstrom request #jacob markstrom fic #jacob markstrom fanfic #jacob markstrom x reader #jacob markstrom #vancouver canucks #canucks #hockey fic #hockey fanfic

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myhockeyworld87 · 3 years

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What Happens In Vegas...Doesn’t Always Stay There - Jacob Markstrom - Part 8

Word Count: 7,252

POV: Reader

Warning: Language, Angst, Pregnancy stuff

Notes: Well I somehow managed to get this done, with all the craziness I have going on. Not really sure how I did it. I won’t be writing for the next week or so, so the final chapter won’t be out for a couple weeks. Unless I get some free time, but I don’t anticipate that happening. Anywho, when last we left this story, Jacob was getting ready to sign his divorce papers and the papers that will relinquish his rights to his daughter. Will he sign them or not? Time to find out. As always feedback is welcome. Happy Reading!

What Happens In Vegas…Doesn’t Always Stay There Masterlist

Once you got to the hotel, you did exactly as Kennedy had said. You took a long hot shower, then wrapped the white fluffy bathrobe, the hotel had provided around you and crawled into the king-size bed. Exhaustion set in after a night of being awake worrying about where Jacob was. So as soon as your head hit the pillows you were out.

It was a restless sleep. Something that tended to happen lately when Jacob wasn’t in bed with you. Though today it was two-fold, his absence being one and your dreams being the other. They were haunting. There was one where your baby was crying and you were wandering down a long hall until you reached the nursery. Once you finally got there your child was standing in the crib, you went to reach for them, only to hear them sob the word ‘Dada’ over and over again. You woke that time, a hand cradling your bump and tears in your eyes. Thankfully, after a few tosses and turns in bed, you were able to fall back asleep. This time your child was older, a young boy between the ages of five and seven, wearing hockey gear; his face a mirror image of a young Jacob. He skated up to the bench where you stood alone. “Momma, how come I don’t have a dad like all the other kids?” You looked out on the ice, there stood about ten other children, all with their fathers who for some reason all looked like Jacob. Your son gazed up at you waiting for you to answer, but you had no words.

At least that dream didn’t wake you, you had simply rolled over and slept on. The last one though, you could see vividly even when you woke. There you stood, helping your eighteen-year-old son tie his tie. You brushed the unseen specs off his shoulders fussing over him just a few minutes more before you were transformed into an arena. Then out of nowhere, you heard the NHL commissioner say, “And with the first overall selection in the NHL draft the Vancouver Canucks choose…” you waited with bated breath until you heard the words “Jacob Markstrom’s son.” Your teenage boy looked at you with wide eyes full of hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me he was my father?” You shuddered at the hatred now visible on your son’s face. “He didn’t want you,” was your answer back. “That’s not true,” your son muttered back. “He always wanted me, but you kept me from him.” It was then out of nowhere that Jacob appeared, hugging his child as he said, “I’ve always wanted you. I always wanted our family. It was your mother that didn’t. She kept me from you.” Your face was full of shock at Jacob’s accusations. “It’s not true,” you said reaching out to touch your son, but he kept moving further and further away with his father. “He didn’t believe you were his.” Jacob looked directly at you. “You know that’s not true (Y/N). I was hurt. You’re the one that forced me.” Jacob turned your son away from you and the two of them faded away. “Don’t go,” you yelled. “Please don’t go. I never wanted you to sign the papers.” You woke to the sound of Jacob saying, “it’s too late.”

“It can’t be too late,” you said to the empty room as you sat up in bed. Your breathing was harsh as if you’d been running instead of sleeping. The dreams had taken a toll on you, and you could feel your heart beating fast as you tried to make sense of what was real and what wasn’t. Everyone always said that your dreams were your subconscious, and if that were true yours were obviously trying to tell you that you didn’t want your unborn son to grow up without his father. Somewhere, deep down, you knew that Jacob didn’t mean the words he’d spoken when he asked if the baby was his, though it still hurt that he thought you were capable of such malice. But forcing Jacob from his child’s life wasn’t right either, and you knew that. The problem was, you couldn’t see how to let Jacob in the baby’s life without wanting him in yours. For despite his misgivings, you still loved him.

You stared up at the ceiling, trying to come up with a solution to your problem when the baby decided it was time to eat. So, instead of coming up with answers, you were ordering room service. You knew that you couldn’t hide out in the hotel forever. Eventually, you were going to have to head home and at least get some clean clothes. You looked at your phone and noticed that Jacob had tried to call you several times. There was a missed call from Kennedy as well. You ignored them all and looked at your calendar. Jacob would be coming home from practice shortly, which meant you’d missed any opportunity to head back to the house and sneak a few things out. If you went now, you would have to face him and that’s something that you weren’t prepared to do just yet. You’d simply have to wait until tomorrow when he was at morning skate, hopefully, then you’d have a little more clarity than you did now.

***

Jacob’s hand hovered over the papers, shaking as he went to sign his name to the document that would forever remove him from his daughter’s life. Flashes of what his life could be like with not only her but you in it clouded his mind. He knew this is what you wanted, but still, he was having a hard time coming to grips with it. The pen finally hit the paper, the blue ink starting to form the letter J. As soon as he saw the letter, he instantly wanted to throw up. He closed his eyes in an effort, to stave off the nausea threatening to roll out and continue on with the task. His mind went blank and he couldn’t even remember the next letter of his own damn name, or maybe he didn’t want to remember it. Eyes shooting up, it was as if a moment of clarity struck him. He threw the pen against the wall, flinging the offensive tool as far away from him as possible.

He didn’t want this. Didn’t want it at all.

Jacob never gave up on anything he wanted in his life, and he was not about to start now. If he had this kind of thinking in the past he would’ve never made it to the NHL and never turning pro would’ve meant never meeting you, and you and his daughter were the best things to happen to him. He wasn’t about to throw it all away.

He stood up, grabbed the laptop off his desk, and threw it against the wall. It felt good to throw something, and so he did it again; the cute little plant (Y/N) had bought for his desk shattering into pieces. When that was done, he took books and threw them as well. He was looking for something else when his eyes rested back on the documents. They stared back at him, almost mockingly. He seized them off the table as if they were a living breathing object that he was ready to strangle the life out of. His hands easily tore them in two, and then into four and then into the tiniest little pieces so that they could never be put back together again.

Why they had kept the damn things, he didn’t know. Once (Y/N) had found the unsigned divorce papers and they decided to remain married, they should’ve torn the damn things up then. Instead, both he and (Y/N) had let them live, as if they needed a way out of this. Well not anymore. Marriage wasn’t easy, his parents had told him that several times. He now knew that it was worth fighting for when you loved someone, and oh how he loved you, and his unborn daughter. He wasn’t going to let either of you go, no matter how hard he had to fight to win you back.

An alert on his phone brought Jacob out of his musing. Someone was at the side door, and he took off not even checking to see who it was, in hopes that it was (Y/N) returning. “Wow, I figured you’d look like shit after last night but you actually look worse than that.” To Jacob’s great disappointment, it was Bo at the door instead of his wife, though he was probably spot-on in his comment about Jacob’s appearance. He felt worse then when you step into a pile of dog shit; in fact, he felt like the aforementioned stepped-in dog shit.

“I thought you were (Y/N).” Jacob moved aside to let his friend in.

“Guess she was pissed when you didn’t come home last night. You should’ve just come straight home and talked about those pictures.”

“Yeah, well that’s not entirely why she’s pissed.” Bo eyed Jacob curiously, waiting for an explanation. “You were right that she was upset about staying out, but only because I never called or text her and she stayed up all night worrying.”

“I explicitly told you to text her or I was taking you home.”

“I know but I didn’t hit send or something. I’m not sure.” Jacob drew his hand down his face, disgusted with himself and his behavior. “But that wasn’t the worst of it. We argued and well…I said something I shouldn’t have.”

“Look I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think, and as soon as (Y/N) calms down she’ll be back.”

Jacob prayed to God you would be back, but he had a feeling it was falling on deaf ears. “No, I don’t think she will.”

“Fuck man, what did you say?”

The two men had wandered into the living room and Jacob sat heavily on the couch. His head immediately dropping to his hands which were perched on his knees. He closed his eyes, not wanting to repeat the words but knowing he needed help if he wanted to get (Y/N) back. “I accused her of scamming me.” Jacob shook his head as it rested in his hands. “And then I said I didn’t even know if she was carrying my child.”

Bo emitted a low whistle, before muttering the word, “fuck.”

Jacob looked up at his friend, eyes rimmed red from drinking all night, but also from shedding tears earlier. They threatened once again to bubble to the surface. “She pulled out the parental rights form, she gave me when she first told me about the baby. Told me I had twenty-four hours to sign it, along with the divorce papers.”

“Or what? Wait…did you say divorce papers?” The look on Bo’s face could only be described as flabbergasted. His eyes were blinking rapidly as he tried to absorb all that Jacob had said.

“Fuck,” Jacob cursed, not realizing that he’d let slip that you were married, though if (Y/N) had her way you wouldn’t be. “So, uh, yeah, we got married in Vegas. We planned on getting a divorce. I even had my lawyer draw the damn thing up and (Y/N) even signed it. Then she found out she was pregnant, and well…now I don’t want to sign them. I love her, man, but I fucked up really bad, and I think she’s gone for good.” A single tear trickled down Jacob’s cheek and he swiped it away, but not before Bo saw it, and how bad his friend was hurting.

“It’s not too late. I’m sure she’s still in Vancouver. We just have to figure out where and then come up with a plan for you to win her back.” Bo patted Jacob’s back in an effort of support. “Though one question. Do we know anything about the guy she was with?”

“Yeah, she slapped that in my face right as she walked out the door. It’s a friend of hers, he wanted her help in proposing to his girlfriend.”

“I knew there had to be an explanation,” Bo stated as if he were proud of himself for not jumping to the same conclusions that Jacob had. “So, let’s think. When did she leave?”

Jacob had lost all concept of time, to be honest. He knew that he walked back into the house close to seven. It was now…he looked around the room searching for a clock since he didn’t have his watch on. He picked up his phone instead, noting the time was now almost two o’clock in the afternoon. “Fuck, she’s been gone at least five hours.” Jacob jumped off the couch ready to go search for her. What if she wrecked her car and was on the side of the road laying helpless? She wasn’t used to driving in wintry conditions like this.

“Ok let’s not jump to conclusions,” Bo told him, trying to sound reassuring. “She’s not with Holly, because I just left there.”

“Normally, I’d say she’d run to Sarah, as the two became pretty close, but with Guddy getting traded, they’re both in Pittsburgh now.”

“What about Kendra?” It was a thought, as you were also close with Chris Tanev’s girlfriend.

Jacob quickly dialed Chris’s number. “Hey man, I was wondering if (Y/N) was by chance out with Kendra?” He cut to the chase not having any time to make small talk.

“Um, Kendra’s been here all day.”

“Has she talked to her at all?”

“Is something wrong, Marky?” Chris asked, sensing the urgency in Jacob’s voice.

“We had a fight and she left.” He left out all the details, not wanting to get into it at the moment. “I just need to find her.”

“Hold on a sec.” Jacob could hear Chris shuffle around and then there was some mumbling. “Sorry man, she hasn’t spoken to her today. She did say she would give her a call if you want.”

“Could she? I mean don’t say that I asked her to call. I just need to know she’s ok.”

Chris could hear the worry in Jacob’s voice and he sympathized with him. He knew dating a professional athlete wasn’t easy. Hell, he and Kendra had had their fair share of problems. “Hold on, she’s calling now.” Jacob paced the living room, praying that you would pick up the phone. “It went to voicemail, man, but she said to call. Don’t worry she kept it vague, asking if she wanted to go to dinner.”

“Thanks, man. Let me know if she calls back.”

“Will do, but Marky, if you need us to do anything else, let us know.” Jacob knew his hockey family would do anything they could for each other and this was no exception. Even when they didn’t know what the problem was.

“Thanks. I’ll keep you posted.”

“No luck?” Bo inquired once you hung up the phone.

“No. She could literally be anywhere.” Jacob felt like throwing something again, though he refrained with Bo there.

“You said she stayed up all night, right?” When Jacob nodded Bo continued. “I’d guess that she didn’t go far then. As pissed as she is at you, (Y/N) isn’t going to put your baby’s life in jeopardy. My guess is she’s probably at a hotel somewhere.”

Bo had a point; you would never do anything that would harm your daughter. “So do I just start calling every hotel?”

“Yeah, I suppose we do.”

“There’s got to be a couple hundred,” Jacob said pulling up trip advisor. “I don’t even know where to start.”

Bo looked as puzzled as Jacob felt. “Wait. You told me that when (Y/N) first came here to tell you about the baby, you asked her to stay here with you instead. Where was she staying that time?”

It was a long shot, but one Jacob was definitely willing to take. “The Fairmont, I think.” He was already pulling up the hotel, looking for the number to call.

After listening to an automated teleprompt, which took too long in Jacob’s opinion, someone finally answered. “Fairmont Pacific Rim how can I help you?”

“Um…yeah I was wondering if you had a guest staying there by the name of (Y/FullN)?”

“You can��t just ask if she’s staying there,” Bo hissed, then grabbed the phone from Jacob. Who obviously wasn’t thinking straight at the moment. “I mean, I was wondering if you could connect me to her room.”

There was a pause at the other end, and Jacob could hear a bit of typing as it was on speaker. “Hold one minute and I’ll connect you with her room.”

It looked like the long shot paid off. “What do I say?” Jacob asked as the phone call was being transferred, but Bo hung up the phone as soon as (Y/N) answered. “What the fuck?”

“Listen, the minute she hears your voice she’s going to hang up.” Jacob hadn’t thought of that. “And then she’ll probably leave the hotel completely and you’ll be back at square one.” Again, Bo was making sense. Jacob didn’t know what he would’ve done without him there. “You need to go there, find out what room she’s in, and apologize your ass off.” That part Jacob knew. He just wasn’t sure it would be enough. “Taking flowers might help.”

“Flowers?”

“Yeah, right. You definitely need something better than that.” Jacob might have an idea where that was concerned. Now his only problem was trying to find out which of the three hundred and seventy-seven rooms you were in. “Want me to come with you?”

“Thanks for the offer but I’ve got to do this on my own.”

Bo got up and headed to the door. “Good luck man. You know where to find me if you need me.” Jacob wondered if he said that last part because he knew Jacob had no chance of winning you back.

“Thanks. I’m going to need all the luck I can get.”

***

“I know Kenny,” you told your best friend after she told you for the millionth time that you could come and live with her and her new husband. It was an option, but not one you wanted to take. “I don’t know what I’m going to do at the moment, but thank you for the offer.” Ever since you had woken up, your dreams had haunted you. You hated the idea of your child growing up without a father. It wasn’t fair to Jacob or the baby. You’d only had that document drawn up, in the beginning, to give Jacob a way out, seeing as you’d had yours but opted to keep the baby instead of aborting it. It had only seemed fair at the time since you’d made the decision to have your little one. Now, you hated that option still existed in legal form.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to fly out there?” Kennedy asked, breaking your thoughts.

“Yes, I’m sure. I have to face him at some point. I can’t hide here forever.” Though that was your original intent. The longer you thought about it, the smaller that option became. You couldn’t deal with Jacob through lawyers your entire life. You were going to have to see him and you might as well do it now, so you could figure out how to live the rest of your life. If Jacob changed his mind and signed the papers, then you’d definitely take Kennedy up on her offer. But on the slim chance that he hadn’t, you needed to find out how the two of you could co-exist together. Whether that meant you stayed in Vancouver or went back to LA, you weren’t sure at the moment.

“Well, just say the word and I’ll be there.”

“I will. Listen, I need to change and build up the courage to take my ass back to his house. I’ll call you once I’m back at the hotel and tell you what we’ve decided.”

“Ok (Y/N). Remember be strong and I love you.”

You started to cry again at her words; damn pregnancy hormones. “Love you too, Ken.” With that, you hung up the phone. You looked down at your plate from room service, there sat the remainder of your burger, though the fries were all gone. There were only like ten on the plate. Who sends only ten fries to a pregnant woman? Ok, maybe it was twelve. You called down to room service to order a side of just fries and then headed to the bathroom to splash some water on your face. The robe you were wearing, slipped partially open revealing your baby bump, and you took a moment to caress the little life growing inside you. “I won’t let you down little one.”

You no sooner got the words out and there was a knock at the door. It had to be room service, but damn that was fast. You thought you’d at least have time to change into your clothes. Pulling the robe tighter across your body, you headed to the door, not even bothering to check the peephole. “That was fast…” Anything else you were going to say died on your lips as you stared at Jacob. Part of you wanted to just collapse in his arms, while the other wanted to shut the door in his face. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to talk to him. Hell, you were planning on heading over there. You just wanted it to be on your terms.

Jacob must have sensed your distress. “Please (Y/N).” He begged, hand bracing against the door so you wouldn’t shut him out. “I just want to talk.” There was no point in fighting it, so you opened the door wider to let him in.

Jacob didn’t say anything right away, just sort of took in the room. He noted that you’d at least eaten something already and smiled at that fact. At least you were taking care of the baby. He knew you would though.

When he didn’t say anything, you found yourself asking, “How did you know I was here?”

“Oh, well it was Bo’s idea.” You grimaced not liking the fact that his friends and teammates were involved in your problems. “We called the hotel and asked to speak to you.” Oh, so that was the call earlier that no one was there, you thought. “Don’t worry the hotel didn’t give out your room number. I overheard you call down for room service. I took a shot that this one was yours when I heard fries with extra ketchup.” Well, it had been your go-to the last couple of weeks. “You look good,” Jacob commented, trying to fill the void, but also speaking the truth. To him, you had this glow about you, even though he knew that you’d been crying at some point. It took everything in him, not to reach out and just touch you as well as his daughter that was growing inside you.

“Considering you saw me like seven hours ago, I can’t see where I’ve changed that much.” The comment was flippant when you should’ve just accepted the compliment and moved on.

“True.” Jacob shoved one of his hands in his pockets in an effort to keep them from reaching for you. It had been five whole days since he’d seen or touched you and he hated that he couldn’t do it now. Words eluded him at the moment, so Jacob just decided to make things simple. “I’m sorry.”

You huffed at his feeble attempt at an apology, just shaking your head. Were you really just suppose to forgive him after a simple ‘I’m sorry?’ It didn’t work like that. “It’s not that easy, Jacob.”

“Damnit, (Y/N). I know it’s not.” Jacob ran a hand through his hair. “I should’ve never accused you of that.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word scamming to you again. “I know you would never. It’s just I saw those pictures and my mind got the best of me.”

“Pictures?”

“Of you and that guy, the stripper.” Jacob didn’t know his name, nor did he care to know it.

“Nate?”

“Yeah, Nate. If you had just told me the two of you met up; I wouldn’t have jumped to conclusions.”

“So, this is my fault now?” You asked throwing your hands up in the air, as you were exasperated with him. You really wanted this to work out. You loved Jacob. But man, when he said things like this, you really started to question if the two of you were meant to be together.

“No, I’m not saying that at all.” Jacob quickly blurted that out, seeing how the conversation was heading in a direction that wouldn’t get you two anywhere. “Fuck, I just wish I wouldn’t have even seen the pictures.”

“What pictures Jacob? I don’t understand. I mean yes, Nate called me while I was at my doctor’s appointment and said he was in town. He asked if we could meet up for coffee. So, I went because he’s a friend. I didn’t say anything to you, because it was just lunch, nothing more. It’s something that I’ve done with Sarah or Holly and never told you either.”

Jacob was frustrated. Had he only known this earlier he would never have said you were scamming him with your baby. “One of the younger guys got sent pictures of you and this Nate guy out. They didn’t know what to do so they showed them to Bo who sent them to me.”

“May I see them?” You held out your hand waiting. Jacob looked them up then handed over the phone.

“I think Bo said it was a girlfriend or wanna be girlfriend sent them, though I don’t know which player. They didn’t want to be named, which I get.”

You looked at them. The first, a completely innocent shot of you and Nate. The next was a bit more intimate, with Nate touching your bump. The next was the ring and you groaned. It did look almost as if Nate was asking you to marry him. Then when the damn thing wouldn’t come off your finger your anonymous photographer snapped a pic of you and Nate heading into the hotel. Hell, if you would’ve seen these, you probably would’ve jumped to conclusions as well. You handed the phone back to Jacob. “I wish I knew who had it out for me.” You commented off-handedly, for why else would someone take these. Closing your eyes for a second you decided to say the only thing that you could. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mention the lunch to you. Maybe if I would’ve things would be different.” You could tell he wanted to say something but you continued. “Though that doesn’t excuse what you said to me. This is obviously something that’s been bothering you or you wouldn’t have said it.”

“(Y/N), I regretted saying that the moment those words left my mouth.”

“I know, but it doesn’t change the fact that you said them.”

“So, tell me how I can fix this?” You could see the hurt and sincerity in his eyes.

“I don’t know if you can.” The answer was as honest as you could be, for you didn’t know if he could make things better. The look of disappointment on Jacob’s face was evident, and you felt it as keenly as if it were your own. If only you could go back in time and change things, but you couldn’t. Still, you needed to find a way to co-exist for your baby’s sake.

You were just about to tell Jacob this when he spoke first. “I’m not going to give up (Y/N), not on the baby…” You were glad to hear that as you really did want him to be part of his child’s life. “Or on us.”

“You can’t say things like that.” At least that last part he couldn’t, because if he kept saying things like that you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to hold to your resolve.

“Why not, (Y/N)?” Jacob gave in to temptation then and reached for your hand. When you didn’t pull away, he took that as a good sign. “(Y/N), everything with you has felt right from the moment that I met you. I know I fucked up. I fucked up bad. But I’m willing to do whatever I have to do to make it better, even if that means I have to wait forever for you to forgive me.”

You weren’t even sure if it was about forgiveness anymore. It was more that he didn’t trust you and without trust what did you have? “I’m not going to sign the papers, (Y/N).” It was only when Jacob said that, did you notice the envelope in his hand. “Not the ones for our divorce or the ones relinquishing my parental rights. I know this baby is mine.”

The hand that he had been holding finally let go of you, and he used it to open the envelope. “You can go to your lawyer if you want, but I will do this every time that he sends me these damn documents.” He flipped the envelope upside down and little shards of paper tumbled to the ground. He let the envelope fall with it. “We should’ve never kept them. We should’ve torn these up the minute that we decided to stay together. I don’t know why we didn’t, other than it gave us both an out.” You were finding it hard to breathe as you tried to hold back the floodgates at the tears threatening to fall. “I don’t want an out, (Y/N). I want you. I want you and our little girl. I want us to be a family, and not because of some drunken night in Vegas…” He took both your hands then. His piercing blue eyes burning into yours. “But because I love you.” His voice was small but steady, sure in his words but afraid of your rejection. It was then that the tears began to fall, one right after the other. “I love you, prinsessa, more than anything in this whole world.” The smile on his face faltered just momentarily as he looked at your bump. “Well, I guess there is someone I love just as much; little blueberry mango banana here.”

He loved you. That’s all you could think about. He loved you and you loved him. Was there really anything else that matter? Was your love for each other enough to get through this? You weren’t sure, but you hoped to god it would be. You wanted to tell him you loved him too, but when you went to say that, something else struck you. “Did you say, girl?”

Jacob blinked several times. “Yeah, yes I did. We’re having a little girl, (Y/N).” The tears really started to fall then. You weren’t exactly sure why. You’d hoped for a boy. Even your dreams earlier had all been about Jacob’s son, but a little girl. Suddenly, visions of Jacob with his daughter swam before you. Him painting her nails and playing dress-up. Father-daughter dances where he would dress up in his finest suits to take his little girl out and twirl her around the floor. But the one that took your breath away was him walking her down the aisle. They all seemed so real, so perfect.

“We’re having a girl?” you asked one more time, just to be sure you heard him right. Jacob simply nodded his head and smiled from ear to ear.

Jacob couldn’t tell if you were happy that you were having a girl or upset that he had opened the letter without you, but after everything that had happened, he felt that the need to explain. Your hands were still folded in his, so he led you over to the sofa in the suite to sit down. “I don’t know how long I was sitting at the desk staring at those papers before I decided to sign them. I didn't want to do it, prinsessa, but I knew it was what you wanted." You choked on a sob at his omission. "I had the pen in my hand ready to go, but that envelope was staring back at me. I had to know what we were having before I signed my child away. Because believe me (Y/N), I know this is my child.” He placed a hand on your bare bump as he has so many times, only this time it felt like more of a possession. “I had to know if there would be this little boy or girl running around out in the world that was a part of me.” He shook his head, before he told you the next part. “The minute I opened that envelope, I knew I couldn’t sign the paper. It didn’t matter if it was a girl or a boy. I can’t give up my child. I want to be there to see her take her first steps and hear her say her first word.” You could see the tears forming in Jacob’s eyes as he spoke and it broke your heart. “I want to be in her life, (Y/N).” He took a deep breath. “No, that’s not right. I NEED to be in her life.”

“Oh Jacob,” you breathed out, as your hand went to his cheek. Your thumb brushing away the errant tear that had fallen. Jacob’s breath caught at your soft and gentle touch and you felt him hold it, waiting for you to say more. “I want that too.” It was a simple answer and you knew you needed to say more, but just those few words had him breathing regularly again. “I was getting ready to come to the house to tell you that. I know now that I could never keep you from our child.” The relief that he felt was indescribable for he couldn’t imagine a world without you or the baby in it. “I only had that drawn up to give you a way out, but you were right. We should’ve never kept it. I’m glad you tore it up.”

“Are you, prinsessa?” All you could do was nod yes. “And the divorce papers are you happy that I shredded them as well?” He was back to holding his breath again; you could feel it as your hand still rested on his cheek.

“I…” you went to say more but there was a knock at the door. You both turned, caught by surprise at the interruption. Then it hit you. “My fries.” You weren’t even hungry anymore. As you made a move to get up, Jacob stilled you. His tall frame moving to the door easily. He signed for the room service charge and took the tray, while you composed yourself. There were things that you needed to say to him and you didn’t need to be a blubbering mess to do it. You swiped furiously at the tears that had been streaming down your face, hoping they would disappear.

Jacob set the tray down on the table, taking his seat in the process. When he went to lift the lid, it was your turn to stop him. “They can wait. I’m not that hungry anymore.”

“You should eat, prinsessa.”

“I will, but I need to say this first.” You were fidgeting with the ties on your robe, wanting to take Jacob’s hands in yours but needing some distance at the same time. “I’m still upset that you would think even for a second that I would come up with some elaborate scheme to take your money.” He went to say something but you held up your hand. “I thought we knew each other better than that. I thought we trusted each other more.” It was written all over his face, that he did trust you; you could see that, but there would still be a lot of ground to make up. “But I understand where you may have gotten the wrong message with those pictures. It certainly didn’t help that you stayed out drinking all night instead of talking to me about it either.”

“I’m truly sorry about that.” Jacob blurted before shutting his mouth so that you could continue.

“We need to communicate better, and not just for our sake but for the baby’s as well.” Jacob nodded his agreement, remaining silent yet believing your relationship was more than likely over after you made that statement, for everyone knew a good basis for co-parenting always started with communication. “But in order to do that, there’s something that I have to tell you. It’s something that I should’ve told you a while ago, but I don’t know…I guess I was scared. What I’m trying to say is…” You took Jacob’s hands in yours this time, needing to touch him when you finally said the words. “I love you, Jacob. I have for quite some time.”

Jacob’s heart just about leaped out of his chest at your admission. He was so afraid you were going to tell him that you hated him or never wanted to see him again, that when you finally said those words, he thought he hadn’t heard you right. “You love me?”

“Yes, I love you.” God, it felt good to say it out loud. Almost as if a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. You’d kept it so long from him when you should’ve been telling him every day. Maybe this whole mess could’ve been avoided if you had, for he would’ve had more trust in your love then. But you couldn’t dwell on the past you could only move forward in the present.

Jacob sat there with the most stupidly happy grin on his face. “I love you too.”

He went to pull you in for a kiss, but you held him at bay, confusion now marring his face. “We still have a lot to work through. This can’t happen again.”

“I know and it won’t.”

“Jacob, I need you, to be honest with me, and I promise I won’t be mad at whatever your answer is.” He nodded yet remained baffled by what you were saying. “If you have any doubts at all about this baby being yours, I need to know now. We can have a paternity test done…”

“No, prinsessa, we don’t need to have any tests done. I know this baby is mine.” You were relieved to hear him say the words, though you were completely prepared to have a paternity test done to put away any doubts he may have. “I was an idiot when I said that and my only defense is that I was blind with jealousy.”

“You have no one or nothing to be jealous of. I love you and only you.” This time there was no pushing him away as he bent his head to touch your lips. It was soft and tender, just a caress of his lips against yours. His one hand stole up to your neck, applying just a small amount of pressure as he deepened the kiss; his tongue sweeping in to mingle with yours. You felt like you could get lost in Jacob so easily as you felt your body melt into his. You’d waited so long to tell him you loved him and though this wasn’t how you expected it to happen, everything just seemed right.

Jacob was first to pull back as things started to get more heated between you, and you had to admit it confused you. He must have sensed this and dropped another sweet kiss to your lips. “There’s one more thing, prinsessa.” The hand at your neck traveled quickly down to his pants pocket and you couldn’t possibly imagine what he was searching for. He kept his fist closed when he finally pulled it out, piquing your curiosity further. “I never asked you properly, and I can’t think of a better time than now to do this.” He slunk down off the couch and onto one knee and suddenly you felt giddy with excitement. “Ours is definitely not a storybook romance, prinsessa. But I do think I fell in love with you the moment I saw you. I don’t remember much of our wedding together and I know neither do you, but what I do know is I’m forever grateful to that Elvis impersonator that married us. When I came back to Canada part of me thought I wouldn’t get to see you again, but then we started texting and talking and I just fell more in love with you.” Your hands were shaking and Jacob took them into his one large one. “The day you came and told me about our little blueberry was the best day of my life because this little girl brought us back together. I know I’ve been stupid, but if you’ll let me, I’ll make it up to you every day for the rest of our lives.” Jacob opened his hand though for some reason you couldn’t stop staring into his beautiful blue eyes. “I know we’re already married, but I want to do it again, my love. I want our family and friends there to see how much we love one another. But most of all I want to give you a choice, that you didn’t have.” He paused swallowing hard as he tried to choke past the tears and fears that were hovering inside him. “What I’m asking (Y/N) is if you’ll be my wife?”

You didn’t think that you could love him more, but him giving you the option right now just made that love grow by tenfold. “Yes, Jacob, yes I’ll marry you.” A smile broke across both your faces before you added. “Again.” The two of you laughed as he took the ring and slid it onto your left hand. Before you even glanced at the diamond, you kissed your husband. Your hands cupping his face as you molded your mouth to his. This time it was you who broke the two of you apart. “Let’s go home.”

“Don’t you want your fries first, prinsessa?”

“Oh, I forgot all about them.” It was only when you went to remove the cover that you finally looked at the engagement ring on your finger. “Jacob, this is the ring from Las Vegas. How did you…? I thought you took it back?”

“I couldn’t. I thought about it, but somehow, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I told myself that I could pawn it later or something, but I really just wanted to remember that night with you. I think deep down, I never wanted to let you go.”

“Oh, Jacob,” you said on a breathy sigh. The gesture had to be the most romantic one anyone had ever done for you. “Do you still have the wedding bands as well?”

“I do.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the other rings.

“I think I’d like us to wear these as well.”

“But then everyone will know we were already married.”

“Good. It’s about time the whole world knows I’m in love with you.”

Jacob's smile grew brighter with each word you spoke. “And I’m in love with you prinsessa, always have been.”

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