NHL Imagines

Martin St. Louis

Kind of short, but I had drew a blank on this one. Hope you like it anyway!

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When you found out that Martin was going to Sochi, you were elated. Even if you would be staying home with the kids. Taking an eighteen month and five year old over to a foreign country, wasn't exactly something you wanted to do.

"I'll miss you," you said when he was ready to go through security.

"I will call you when I land. I love you." He held you close before kissing you one last time.

The two weeks alone went by painstakingly slow. The children wanted to know where their father was, no matter how many times you told them.

Watching the games on tv wasn't the same. You wanted to be there, especially during the gold medal game. It was early, but you were with a few family members and friends. The kids were running around, playing with each other.

They did it. Team Canada won gold for the second Olympics in a row.Tears threatened to spill over, you were so proud of all of them.  

You waited in the airport, holding one son and the other was holding a sign the three of you had made together. Your oldest ran towards his father as soon as he saw him. You were close behind.

"Daddy can I wear your medal?" He asked as he was getting picked up.

"Of course," he took the gold medal from his bag and draped it around your son's neck. He leaned in to give you a kiss before going to grab his luggage.

You grabbed dinner on the way home, talking about what he did while he was gone. Sure, you had talked to him at horrible hours of the night and skyped with him, but nothing compared to actually having him there with you.

The kids fell asleep early, but you had a long night.

Two months later, you found yourself sitting on the bathroom floor after Martin went to practice. You called one of your friends to bring over a pregnancy test after you realized mother nature hadn't messed with you in a while.

The best part about the new pregnancy tests were that you didn't have to deal with the two pink lines, it just read pregnant or not pregnant.

Martin got home while you were waiting for the results of the test. Your friend was still sitting outside, entertaining your youngest son. You could hear her talking to your husband before he walked into the bathroom.

You were leaning against the bathroom counter, holding the test. Finally, the results popped up.

"For the love of all that's holy, I hope its a girl. I can't handle three boys at once."

"I think I would be more than okay with that." He smiled and wrapped his arms around you. When you got out of the bathroom, the five year old was standing in front of the door.

"So am I going to be a big brother or what?" He asked.

"So you are having a Sochi baby?" You shook your head, she would wonder about that.