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I know we’ve only done present day Willy fics and it’s totally okay if it’s not your cup of tea but these hospital pics have me thinking about how soft Willy would be with your kiddos at Christmas! My sibling and I would always make my mum and dad sit, make them paper tickets and serve hot chocolate to them as we watched the Polar Express like we were lil conductors and I can do imagine his lil blonde babies doing the exact same thing and he’s just so soft and excited that you two created such adorable toddlers and they’re at the age where the holiday starts to get really fun🥹

Not my cup of tea? 😍 Darling, that man triggers my desire for a baby even from over 3,500 miles away 🙈 one family Christmas scenario coming up ❤️

[So, let’s envision this scenario taking place in about five years; and also as a way for me to manifest that William stays in Toronto 🙏🏻]

I hope it's alright that I incorporated a bit of your childhood memory because oh my goodness, I wish my brother and I had done that too 😱 It's so sweet! Yet, I've also intertwined it with one of my own most cherished memories; and I hope it somewhat resembles what you had in mind ❤️

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Have yourself a merry little Christmas...

“Mooom, Daaaaad!” a kid's voice rang out through the condo. "Wake up!"

You stirred slightly as the young boy's shouts slowly roused you from sleep.

“Hey, your son's awake,” you murmured softly with a gentle grin, nudging the man lying next to you. But he simply grunted deeply, still facing the other way and buried in the pillow.

“Mom! Dad!”

"Ugh," he let out another deep, sleepy groan. “I'm sleeping, so he's all yours…”

You blinked your eyes open, chuckling lightly at William's unshakeable sleepiness. Leaning over, you planted a soft kiss on his neck.

“Looks like our boys need us, love,” you tried to rouse him, but only deep, rumbling sounds came from the large man.

So, with another light chuckle, you rolled over, got up, and dressed in your most comfortable loungewear before heading to the kitchen.

“Wow, what's happened here?” you exclaimed with a big smile as you entered the kitchen/dining area.

"We made you breakfast, Mum!" exclaimed Eliot with so much pride. "Look! It's our favourites: chocolate crunch and oats."

It was incredibly heart-warming. Your two sons had woken up earlier than you and your husband, William Nylander, on this December Sunday morning, when William didn't have any training or a match in the evening.

"We did it almost like you do," Lucas chimed in, also brimming with excitement, and you had to fight back the urge to get teary-eyed.

On the large mahogany dining table, draped with a red Christmas cloth, the boys had raided nearly every cupboard in the kitchen - biscuits, bread, oats, chocolate crumbles, Nutella, jam - then continued to raide the fridge for butter, milk, and other breakfast essentials. They'd even set out plates, cutlery, glasses, and mugs, just like you typically did on family mornings.

And you could see they'd attempted to make coffee but had given up halfway through. Not that it mattered; their effort alone was enough to melt your heart.

"Oh, boys! This is so wonderful - I can't believe you've done all of this," you said, pulling the two young ones into a tight hug, embracing them both.

"Come on, Mum!" protested Eliot, eager to continue with his morning plans.

"Right, why don't you both go and give dad a surprise jump? I'll wrap things up here," you proposed with a wide smile, prompting them to dash into the bedroom and wake up William.

As you brewed the coffee they had attempted to make, you couldn't help but feel a rush of joy thinking about your amazing family. And taking advantage of the moment, you decided to whip up some scrambled eggs, a dish you knew they all loved.

Elliot, nearly six years old, was your eldest. He was a spitting image of William, from his blond hair and blue eyes to his well-defined nose and build. His laughter echoed that of your husband's, and that mischievous grin appeared to be a direct copy paste of his. Even William's love for food seemed to have been passed on to Elliot.

Eliot had also been a little unexpected. Sure, you and William knew what could happen when you’d have sex without any form of protection, but you hadn’t expected for anything to happen so quickly.

The idea of having children had been a topic in your relationship for some time back then, and after being together for almost three years, both of you felt it was a good time to start trying. While you had always considered children as an option, you weren't always certain about William's stance on parenting. Coming from a large family, he was naturally surrounded by discussions about children at family gatherings, yet given his boyish and charming nature, you weren't sure if he truly saw himself in a parental role.

However, something changed after a round of playoffs, where the Leafs nearly clinched victory in the second round. William had observed the many families within his team, witnessing how family members lifted the spirits of his teammates after the loss. He noticed the pure joy that radiated from them upon seeing their children, and just like that something had sparked within him.

Although your captivating smile and laughter were undeniably the most wonderful things for him, something deeper started to stir within the forward. A small urge to see you carrying his child emerged, along with a vision of the two of you with little versions of yourselves.

Consequently, during the following off-season, William brought up the topic, and you eagerly agreed to slowly start trying. However, it seemed that his strong genes and highly active sperm weren't interested in taking things slow, as by the beginning of the new season, you announced your very first pregnancy.

And then there's Lucas. He's more of a mommy's boy, incredibly sweet and almost innocent, always eager to lend a hand. And despite having just turned three, he showed a remarkable level of maturity for his age.

Elliot was undoubtedly his favourite role model, besides William, of course. However, he had his own unique qualities that set him apart from your other boys, although hockey remained a common passion among all of them. Whether it was watching daddy train or play at the rink, engaging in mini stick games, or watching a match at home, they were deeply involved whenever the sport was involved.

Yet, Lucas also harboured a love for drawing and enjoyed assisting you with cooking. He relished being around when you were cleaning and was content entertaining himself if you were occupied with something else.

In general, both boys were remarkable. Despite the typical sleep disruptions from cries and illnesses, they were relatively hassle-free. Right from their infancy, they seemed to inherit William's talent for sleeping and your family's collective love for food.

And you wholeheartedly loved cooking for your boys. They appreciated everything you made and devoured meals as if there was no tomorrow. Except on Mother's Day, when, if possible, William would take charge of the kitchen to prepare something special or opt for takeout. But the important thing was, you weren't the one cooking.

And neither were you this morning.

Eliot had expertly guided his younger brother in setting the table like he remembered you always did, along with their homemade Christmas decorations. It was nothing short of perfection.

"Mommy, daddy's finally here!" Lucas hollered as the two boys practically dragged William out of the bedroom and towards the table.

"Took you long enough," you chuckled lightly, earning a soft smile from your man, dressed in his comfortable blue and white checkered pyjamas and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was a tousled mess, resembling a lion's mane, and his eyes betrayed the lingering tiredness. To be fair, he'd arrived home late last night due to an away game, and today you were just grateful that there were no hockey commitments. Today was all about cosying up together as a family and truly celebrating Christmas.

William, naturally, leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your lips.

"Morning, babe," he greeted with a drowsy smile.

The four of you then settled into your usual spots: you across from William, with Eliot beside him and Lucas seated next to you.

"Now, what do we say?" You grinned at your sons.

"God aptit!" the two boys chimed simultaneously, before you all delved into the delicious bread and whatever else the boys had discovered in the kitchen cupboards.

It was a simple yet delightful meal.

William's face also lit up as he savoured the food his sons had prepared, and his sleepiness seemed to fade away as Eliot started chatting away, as he always did.

And as you all neared the end of the first course of the day, Eliot suddenly brimmed with excitement.

"Wait, there's more!"

"More? How can there be more, darling?" you chuckled, exchanging glances with William, both intrigued by the young boys' behaviour.

"Come on, Luke," the eldest instructed, leading them hand in hand towards Eliot's room. And when they returned, they held something behind their backs, sporting mischievous grins across their small faces.

You and William couldn't help but smile as you watched your sons beam with joy. They took deep breaths, almost acting shy, and the anticipation in the air was palpable.

"We've made you something..."

"I helped Eliot!" Lucas nearly shouted.

"And what's that?" William laughed, encouraging the boys to come closer to each of you and unveil the little piece of paper they held in their tiny hands.

"You've made these?" You smiled, seeing their excitement as they nodded in affirmation.

"We made them in kindergarten," Eliot explained.

The tiny piece of paper was covered in glitter, with the letters T E K K E T written somewhat crookedly in what seemed to be a child's handwriting.

"Baby, did you write this?" You asked, slightly surprised that your five-year-old had been practicing his writing.

"Yes, Miss Turner helped us spell."

"That's amazing, Eliot. I'm so proud of you," you beamed.

William's reaction mirrored yours in heartfelt pride.

"But then the big question is... what are tickets for?" he inquired curiously, prompting the boys to exchange quick glances before looking back at you and your husband.

"It's for the fort!" Lucas exclaimed with excitement.

"Oh, so you've built a fort?" you asked with a light chuckle, noticing no fort in the living room.

"Well..." Eliot hesitated for a moment as if trying to articulate his idea. "We thought that we can build it – together," he suddenly blurted out, throwing his arms in the air. "For when we watch the Christmas movies."

It was a tradition you had established in your family. Whenever you had a family day together in December, watching Christmas movies was a must. Well, the tradition might have expanded to other days outside the holiday season, but it all began here.

"Well, I'm sure daddy would love to build the fort with you then," you grinned at William, who chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"No, Mum, you need to help too," Lucas insisted.

"How about you strong boys build the greatest fort ever seen – and then I'll cook up some delicious snacks for when we snuggle up? How does that sound?"

"YEAH!" the boys exclaimed before darting off to gather pillows and blankets to throw onto the sofa.

"They're all yours," you smiled at William, knowing he was the ultimate fort builder in the household.

And soon, the condo resonated with cheers. You put on some Christmas tunes while clearing the table, and the boys began their creative fort construction.

Meanwhile, you started gathering an assortment of snacks from your kitchen. Considering William's diverse eating habits – especially his penchant for candies brought back from Sweden – you prepared a snack board comprising various Canadian candies, the best Swedish treats, alongside nuts, fruits, and, of course, popcorn to mix things up a bit.

Christmas ambience filled the air of your home, creating a perfect day brimming with laughter and joy. And after a while, you once again heard the boys' excited shouts.

"We're done!" Eliot's voice echoed from the living room area. Looking up, you saw the little boys, along with their dad, had fashioned a beautiful architectural marvel from an assortment of pillows, blankets, duvets, and whatever else they could find.

"Wow, I can't wait to use my ticket to see how it looks on the inside," you exclaimed joyfully, joining the guys by the sofa as you carried the snack board.

"Looks like you've been quite creative yourself," William chuckled, admiring the variety of foods before pulling you in for a tender kiss.

"Ew..." Eliot teased, before the boys eagerly snuggled in under the tent made from a large bedsheet serving as the roof.

With laughter, you and William then presented your "tickets" to the boys to enter the fort along with the two family dogs. You couldn't help but praise the cosy space they'd created. They'd even taken some of your decorative fake candle lights and placed them inside.

And then, firstly, you began playing the timeless classic...

"The Polar Express" was naturally the first film to watch. The boys adored it, and truth be told, so did you and William.

After several much-needed bathroom breaks, the boys selected the next movie: William's favourite, "The Grinch."

Though it might have been slightly more serious than what you'd typically show boys their age, you caved in because of their genuine love for it.

By the end of the second film, you had all snuggled up entirely, slowly dozing off for a nap. And so, you did.

What felt like a brief moment later, you suddenly awoke and nudged William, prompting the boys to gradually return to reality.

"Hey, boys, let's step out and have a quick round of real food," you softly suggested.

"But I'm not hungry," Eliot whined.

"I know, sweetheart, but you need real food in your tummy after all those snacks," you chuckled lightly.

"Alright."

Once everyone had finished a plate of leftovers, you were back in the fort with mugs filled with hot chocolate.

"Alright, what movie now?" William asked, ready for the next choice.

"When are we going to watch hockey?" Eliot asked, hopeful.

"Nope, no hockey today, Eliot - mom's orders," William chuckled, aware he had to disappoint his son, which made Eliot pout.

"But Uncle Alex is playing today," the boy whined, casting his best puppy-dog eyes towards you, knowing you might sway.

"Alright," you sighed softly. "But I believe we can manage one more movie before Uncle's match, huh?" you suggested, earning excited nods from the family.

And soon, everyone was engrossed in the following film, “Home Alone”, as William held you closely, speaking softly into your ear.

"I didn't think we could watch hockey today," he playfully remarked.

"Well, with all these snacks we've had today, I'm sure these boys won't even be awake for puck drop," you cheekily responded, turning your head slightly to meet your wonderful husband's eyes.

"Sneaky," he chuckled, before planting a kiss on your lips, pulling you a bit closer before easing back. "You're such an incredible mom, you know that, right?" He spoke softly, lightly stroking your chin with his thumb.

"And you're an incredible father," you timidly whispered. But William shook his head gently.

"I haven't even done half of what you've done with these boys - the way you're always there for them, handling every situation when I'm not around..."

You could tell this was something that often weighed on William's mind. But you also both knew this was the lifestyle you had chosen. He was the professional hockey player with season-long road trips, while you dedicated yourself to your family when not at work.

"And I've cherished every single minute of it... Sure, it's been tough. And, of course, I prefer it when you're home with us. But Willy... you're an amazing dad. You're always there for the boys - never doubt that" you reassured him, sensing a slight relaxation in his muscles in response to your words.

And so, with another sweet and tender kiss shared, you both returned to the movie, enjoying the warmth of your family time together.

As predicted, your two sons were fast asleep by the time the credits rolled across the screen. So, you and William then switched the TV to the local sports channel to catch Alex playing tonight's home match.

Despite dedicating the day to a Christmas-filled family time, you also held a soft spot for the sport, and naturally, you wanted to watch your brother-in-law play.

However, during the first period, your attention was swiftly diverted by William, who appeared to have shifted his focus from the game to you.

"What?" you chuckled lightly, catching his gaze.

"Nothing," he replied casually, but you weren't convinced. He had that mischievous look in his eyes that hinted at trouble. "You're just so beautiful."

Ah, he definitely had something on his mind.

Your eyes darted from side to side, noticing his widening grin and his attempts to divert his gaze momentarily towards the boys before returning to you.

"Oh no..." you chuckled again.

"What? No, what?" he innocently protested.

"Don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"You know – last time that happened, something happened," your eyes flickered toward Lucas, sound asleep by your legs, hinting that William's expression meant more than just a naughty thought.

"Well, maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, would it?"

William had always valued family deeply. He adored his own immensely, and even when he was single, although he might not have envisioned having children, secretly, he hoped for it.

Sure, to everyone else, he was the laid-back, confident, cheeky guy with impressive hockey skills. But there were many sides to him, and one of those harboured a longing for a family.

Then, when you entered his life, it suddenly felt like a real possibility. Your mature and caring nature took him by surprise, and he fell harder for you than he ever imagined. So, after spending time in a committed relationship, navigating its highs and lows, the idea of creating a true family became a tangible goal for him.

In a way, he felt like a whole new person, although he didn’t change all that much despite becoming a little bit more mature. But it was all so right to him. You were the one he’d want to have by his side for the rest of his life, so after your first son was born, he’d quickly taken the next stepped and locked you down with a ring on that beautiful finger. Letting the world know you belonged to him.

"You're sure you want to try for another one?" you chuckled, your eyes scanning his face.

"Yeah... baby, I'd want a lot more if I could have it my way," he grinned back.

"Easy for you to say," you teased. "You're not the one carrying them around for nine months before having to squeeze them out of your tiny vagina..."

William couldn't help but find your little outburst amusing, though he knew you were right. You were both in agreement about this, so he understood he couldn't demand too much from you.

"No, you're kind of the expert in that area."

"Hmm..." You pondered his words, snuggling a bit more into his warm body. "Perhaps... we could try for another," you gently smiled. "Maybe we'll even manage to create a girl this time."

"I thought you loved having boys."

"Yeah, well, having now experienced all this testosterone running around all the time, I wouldn't mind a little girlyness as well."

"Hmm... well then I guess we'll just have to practice real hard to make the perfect little baby girl," William nudged into the crook of your neck, placing gentle kisses.

"Oh yeah, I think we'll have to put in some extra work for this one," you softly breathed out, letting his tender touch take over.

And before you knew it, you both agreed on carrying each boy into their respective rooms, tucking them nicely in, before leaving the kitchen and living room in the Christmas mess is was, and spend the evening making love in hope for another member to your little family.

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