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spine-buster · 3 years

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The Contract | An 'Alone, Together' One-Shot

gif credit to @/eat-sleep-leafs

A/N: I missed writing these two so much. Also, yes, I'm still crying about the contract being FULL TERM.

There were Cajun-spiced shrimp frying in a pan on the stove while Bee sliced a perfectly ripe avocado into thin slices before scooping it out with a spoon and laying them in the bowl that was already prepped with steaming hot rice. She’d already spooned out refried beans, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and red onions into the taco bowls, and with the shrimp almost done, she knew she’d have to call out to Morgan to hurry up in the shower since dinner was ready. Though she knew she still had to chop the green onions and cilantro, she figured everything would be ready in less than five minutes.

Before Bee could call out his name, she felt a strong pair of arms wrap around her waist – like they usually did during nights like this. Like clockwork, she soon felt Morgan’s body press up against hers, his head settling on her shoulder. “Smells delicious,” he said, giving her a quick kiss on her temple.

“Thanks. It’s actually almost ready,” she rubbed on his arm across her waist.

He stayed attached to her, not breaking apart like he usually did to set the table or get their drinks ready. While Bee knew the bowls were right in front of them, she sensed something different coming from Morgan – one that didn’t involve food. Maybe he had a tough practice today and he wanted to talk about it during dinner. Maybe one of his knees or ankles was bothering him again. Maybe he just wanted sex.

“They’re starting negotiations for my next contract,” he said softly.

Okay, that she wasn’t expecting. While she knew this was a contract year for Morgan – they’d talked about it at length already – she hadn’t been expecting talks and negotiations to be starting this early. And while Morgan explained to her that a lot would be negotiated between his agent and Kyle more than anything, he still had a say in what he wanted, how long he wanted, and any other intricacies of the contract. She spun around so she could look him in the eye. “Really?” she asked.

Morgan nodded. “It’s still obviously the very beginning, Bumblebee. Just preliminary talks. But yeah, they’re starting.”

“So your agent is going to tell Kyle what you’re expecting,” she said, as clarification more than anything else. “What…what we talked about.”

Morgan nodded again, wrapping his arms around her waist again, pulling her in. “Mhmm,” he hummed firmly, giving her a light kiss on the tip of her nose. “What we talked about.”

Though Bee had a few butterflies in her stomach, she wasn’t extremely nervous. She felt like Kyle, Brendan, other management, the whole team – hell, the entire city of Toronto – knew that he wanted to stay. But she also knew that hockey was a business, and that if the stories of Naz and Ashley, Jake and Lucy, Tyler, and Alannah and Zach told her anything, it was that anything could happen. Another team besides your own could offer you exactly what you wanted. Your own team could lowball you. Another team could have interest in bringing you in as the hometown boy and letting you become the star of the franchise. It was a complicated league, and a complicated business. She just hoped for the best, as she did with everything. “Okay,” she said, nodding once. “Okay. This is good, I guess.”

“You have to do me a favour, though,” he said.

“What’s that?”

“You can’t talk about it with any of the girls. Not Aryne, not Angie, not anybody. I just want to keep it secret and don’t want anybody knowing and making a big deal out of it by constantly asking questions. You know how I am.”

That would be hard. Bee usually looked to Aryne for help in navigating the hockey world. Aryne was so good with explaining things to her, and using the examples she’d been with through John’s career. And she talked to Angie about everything. Everything. But if Morgan didn’t want her talking, she wouldn’t. She knew how much this meant to him, and if anything got out, even the smallest piece of information, she also knew how much it would balloon and cause a circus in the media.

She pretended to zip up her lips. “My lips are sealed.”

Morgan kissed her. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

***

“You know what I wonder,” Aryne said as she changed Jace’s diaper on his changing table like a pro, looking between her young son and Bee standing at the foot of the dresser. “I wonder if Kyle or Mo’s agent has actually already approached the other, you know? To start negotiations.”

Bee’s body flared up. It was like Aryne was reading her mind, because it was all Bee had been thinking about since Morgan told her. “I don’t think that’s happened yet,” she said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“Why not?”

Fuck. Think quick! Think quick! “Because Morgan would have told me,” she came up with, hoping that was enough to satisfy Aryne.

Aryne pursed her lips, and for a brief moment Bee thought Aryne was going to tell her to cut the bullshit. But Aryne nodded instead. “You’re right,” she said as she finished cleaning up Jace. “And you would have told me.”

***

“It’s crazy, don’t you think?” Angie mused as she sipped on her smoothie from Booster Juice.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific,” Bee said as she took a sip from her own smoothie, making sure she didn’t walk in to another pedestrian on the sidewalk.

“It’s crazy that contract negotiations could be happening with Morgan right this very instant and you wouldn’t even know,” she said.

Bee tried not to blush. “The season just started, Angie. It’s not like there’s a time constraint because his contract is up tomorrow. We’re two games in.”

“Okay, fine, but what if it ends up playing out like Mitch Marner’s negotiations?” Angie asked.

Bee stopped dramatically on the sidewalk. “Angela Favero,” she said dramatically, eyeing her best friend. “First of all, Mitch was an RFA, and Morgan’s becoming a UFA. Second of all, do you honestly think Mo – Morgan Rielly – Morgan Frederick Rielly – my Morgan, would ever let his contract negotiations get like Mitch Marner’s?”

Angie cocked her head to the side. “Fair point,” she digressed, as the two women began walking again. “You’re right on that. Besides, you would have told me if they’d started early anyway.”

***

can u come to SBA for lunch?

Bee furrowed her brows as she looked down at Morgan’s text on her phone. Usually if he was off or available for lunch, he’d meet her at one of the many restaurants in the area to treat her. He’d never asked her to go to Scotiabank Arena before for lunch. She figured he was just running late from practice that morning.

I don’t have my pass with me. Can you come get me at the doors?

of course

text when you get here

love you

***

“It’s nice to see you Bee,” Kyle Dubas – yes, the Kyle Dubas – greeted her instead of Morgan at the doors of Scotiabank Arena.

Okay, so maybe Morgan was really running late from practice. “Nice to see you too, Kyle,” she smiled, walking with him across the foyer and through the big, heavy, black doors. Almost three years ago exactly, Ashley Kadri had burst through the same doors when the secretary wouldn’t let her in and thought she was probably some kind of robber or crazed fan girl. So much had changed since. “Is Morgan running late from practice or something?”

Kyle smiled, leading her into the elevator and letting her get in first like a gentleman. “Something like that,” he said, pressing one of the buttons, presumably to bring her to her boyfriend.

When the doors opened, though, she didn’t see her boyfriend. She didn’t see anything super familiar. All she saw were offices and office doors. She figured this was where Aberdeen did most of her work when she worked for Brendan, and Bee had half the mind to take a discreet picture and sent it to her with some sort of stupid caption like ‘I’m you for a day!’, especially since she was going to be waiting for Morgan.

“Follow me,” Kyle led her down the hall before knocking politely twice on a door as a warning before opening it.

When she stepped into the room, she realized it was a boardroom. And after she realized it was a board room, she noticed some familiar faces. Morgan’s agent, for one. Brendan Shanahan was another. Brandon Pridham was there too. And of course, right at the edge of the table, her boyfriend, the love of her life, Morgan Rielly.

“H—Hello,” she stuttered out nervously, even giving a small wave.

“Hi Bumblebee,” Morgan smiled.

“Ms. McTavish, sit,” Brendan gestured to the empty seat beside Morgan. As she took her spot, she noticed Kyle sitting in his, eyeing Morgan. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” she said, still nervous as her eyes surveyed everyone in the room. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s perfect,” Kyle smiled wide.

Bee had no idea why he was so happy. She turned her head to look at Morgan, only to find him already staring back at her. “What’s going on?”

“We’re staying in Toronto, Bumblebee,” he said, grabbing her hand in her lap.

Her heart stopped beating momentarily. It was like English suddenly became a foreign language to her, but then when she realized what those words actually meant, and the meaning behind them, her eyes lit up. “We’re staying?” she repeated.

“Morgan’s just agreed to an eight-year, $60 million contract extension,” Kyle said.

If Bee hadn’t been sitting, she would have fainted at that number. Instead, she whipped her head towards Kyle in disbelief before finally whipping her head back towards Morgan. “We’re staying?”

Morgan smiled. “We’re staying.”

***

Brendan had set them up with a dinner reservation at Scaramouche to celebrate, though the press release wouldn’t be released for another 48 hours, so they had to keep it a secret until then. Bee was bursting at the seams. She had finished work early so she could shower and prepare herself for her hot date night with her hunky, handsome, and charming boyfriend, who just so happened to have signed a brand new contract which kept them in the city for another eight years. She put on a dark green dress she knew he liked, along with a pair of heels, and curled her hair like she knew Morgan liked. She wasn’t overly done up, but she looked good, and when Morgan stepped out of their bathroom with his dress shirt on and an open collar, she was ready to cancel their dinner reservations and have her meal right then and there.

But they didn’t. They hopped in the car and drove up to Avenue Road and St. Clair, and took the elevator all the way up to the top floor, and when they were greeted by the host and led to their table, Bee could see the skyline all lit up in the night’s darkness.

Home. She was staying home.

Morgan explained how it all came together. He told her about talking to his agent and what his agent said, and talking to Kyle and what Kyle said, and talking to Brendan and what Brendan said, and he told her about the negotiations – what they went in with, the stipulations, what he wanted – everything Bee knew about, since they talked about it together. He explained to her the different clauses, and the ten team no-trade list, and the structure of his contract. What he didn’t have to explain was what Bee knew – that he took what they called a “team-friendly” deal to stay in Toronto. With all the contracts that had been signed by defencemen this summer, his value had gone up, whether artificially or not. But none of that mattered to him. Morgan wanted to stay with the Toronto Maple Leafs – he didn’t want to go anywhere else. And so he took less money to stay here. Less money, like John had done when he signed with Toronto in 2018.

“And I signed for you, Bumblebee,” he said, reaching across the table and holding her hand.

“For me? I had nothing to do with it,” she said.

“You had everything to do with it,” he countered, giving her a look only he could give her. “This is where we met and built our life, and we’re going to continue to build our lives here. It’s your home and it’s just as much my home now too because you’re here.”

She felt like she was on the verge of tears. She would have followed him anywhere, obviously – even though she would have absolutely loathed to leave Toronto – but he was right in saying that Toronto was their home, that they had built a life here. To know, finally, that they would continue to build their life together in Toronto, the city she loved so much, brought her a happiness she didn’t know she could feel.

***

Bee found herself on her hands and knees, just how she liked it.

Morgan had eaten her out within an inch of her life – seriously, she actually had to tell him to stop because it had been like, a countless amount of orgasms later and he was just being greedy at that point – and she had blown him within an inch of his life. But then he’d asked her to stop, and in his gruff, gravelly voice told her to get on her hands and knees. When she did so, and assumed position, and flipped her hair to look back at him over her shoulder while saying in a sickeningly sweet voice, “Yes, Mr. Rielly,” she knew he was done for.

His slick, hard cock filled her up perfectly, and she moaned out in delight at the feeling of his hands gripping her hips tightly. He wasted no time in pumping in and out of her, hot desperate cries escaping from her. “Fuck yes, Mr. Rielly. Fuck me.”

He spanked her for good measure, garnering a loud, excited yelp that he was desperate to hear over and over again. He did it a second time, and third time, and each time he could feel her pussy tighten around his cock and a string of expletives leave her mouth. There was nothing he loved more in this world than seeing her like this, than having her like this.

“You fuck me so good, Mr. Rielly,” she cried out, bouncing herself back on his cock. He watched her as she gripped their bedsheets, her knuckles white from the pressure.

“That’s cause you’re such a good girl for me,” he said, pulling her back so she was flush against his chest. She leaned her head back into his shoulder. Morgan snaked one hand all the way up her body, stopping to pinch her nipples before gliding along her elongated neck. “You were such a good girl and kept your mouth shut.”

Morgan kissed her temple while he stuck two fingers in her mouth gently, feeling her tongue swirl around them to get them wet. When he took them out, he could see a smirk on Bee’s face. “That’s because I only open my mouth to feel your cock deep in my throat.”

Morgan let out a grunt, and he swore he spontaneously combusted and was brought back to life right then and there. “That’s right,” he said in a low voice. “That’s fuckin’ right.”

“Because I’m your good girl,” she huffed, feeling the fingers she’d just had in her mouth go directly to her clit.

“Cause you’re my good girl,” he began rubbing circles, automatically garnering whimpers from her. “Cause only I can make you feel this way.”

Bee nodded. “Only your big cock, Mr. Rielly. Only yours.”

They continued fucking, hot and sweaty and grunting and moaning, gasping for air and asking for more, legs trembling and overstimulating, spanking and screaming. Bee couldn’t keep count how many orgasms she’d had – she’d lost track when Morgan had been eating her out, if she was being completely honest – but she was still desperate to feel his release, to feel his hot cum in her pussy. “Fill me up, Mr. Rielly,” she begged. “I want you to fill me up.”

He was close – she knew he was. “You want me to fill you up?”

“Yes Mr. Rielly, please,” she continued to beg.

“We gonna build our family here? You and me?”

Bee smiled, biting her bottom lip. “Yes Mr. Rielly,” she whispered. “You and me, baby. Please please please fill me up with your cum.”

Morgan pumped a few more times before Bee could feel him exploding inside of her, filling her up just as she liked and just as she wanted. She cried out in pleasure loudly, her entire body trembling at the sheer amount of pleasure she was feeling before her legs gave way and she collapsed on the bed gently, Morgan following as he kept his cock buried inside of her. As they caught their breaths, Morgan wrapped his arms around Bee’s body, keeping her as close as possible pressed against his body.

“I love you Bumblebee,” he whispered in her ear, his voice coarse.

“I love you too,” she replied, feeling one of his hands over her pussy and another cupping one of her breasts. “I will forever, Morgan.”

***

Aryne sounded like Regina George screaming after realizing Kalteen bars made someone gain weight instead of lose it. She almost broke Bee’s eardrum over the phone, if Bee was being honest. “He signed!” Aryne screamed. “He signed he signed he signed!!!!!”

“He did!”

“And for eight years! Bee! You’re staying! You’re staying with me!”

“We’re staying home!” she squealed, letting Aryne’s palpable excitement excite her too. “We’re staying home!”

***

Angie

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Tyler Ennis

Congratulations, sweetcheeks. So happy for u and Mo. Tell him he’s getting the bill next time I’m in town.

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Ashley Kadri

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! So happy for you and Mo, girl!!! You deserve it! Next time we see each other drinks are on me!!!

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Lucy Gardiner

So much love for you and Mo! Jake, Hank, and Greta send their best wishes. So happy that you guys are staying home.

***

Aberdeen Bloom

We’re going to need to go for drinks to celebrate!!! Willy and I are ecstatic you guys are staying. We love you both so much ❤️ So happy you’re staying in your HOME!

***

Aleida Casillas-Andersen

❤️❤️❤️

Nobody deserves it more.

***

“Well those negotiations were a resounding success,” John mused as he had a giant smile on his face in the locker room. Both he and Morgan were taking off their gear, side-by-side in their stalls. The news had just dropped, and the team had found out during practice when Keefe told them. Everyone went crazy. John was excited. He knew Aryne was already over the moon. “Could have fucking told us, you know.”

Morgan chuckled, taking the tape off his socks. “Negotiations were easy. You boys know how much I wanted to stay. The next part is gonna be equally as tricky to keep from Bee.”

John furrowed his brows. “And what’s that?”

Morgan looked John dead in the eye. “You need to help me get the perfect engagement ring.”

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laurenairay · 3 years

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Just Another Girl - M. Rielly

Summary: One time is a mistake. Two times is a coincidence. Three times is a pattern. And this thing with Morgan was so much more than that.

Word Count: 1k

Warning: angst, implied smut

A/N: Okay yeah this is all @broadstbroskis fault – happy mo day!

I was listening to the heart wants what it wants by Selena Gomez…and this happened. Literally wrote it in 30 minutes so I may go back and edit later hah. I hope you enjoy! FYI this is not the new fic that I was talking about earlier.

Tonight was just another evening. He was just another guy. You were just another girl. And yet you found yourself doing the same thing you told yourself you wouldn’t do again. Again. To the outside world, Morgan Rielly was the perfect gentleman. The soft sweetheart with the heart of gold, always ready to lend a hand with a genuine smile. And sure, he still was all of that.

But you knew the other side of him too.

The stolen moments at team events with hot slick mouths, hands grasping everywhere they can reach, bitten-off moans barely audible to your ears. You couldn’t imagine a life without these breathless moments, the rushes of passion that left you dizzy, the way a simple look from him could make your breath stutter in your chest. The euphoria was exhilarating, a true addiction, and you could never get enough of his touches.

If only Morgan wanted more.

You didn’t blame him from wanting something with no-strings, not at all. The pressure he was under from the hockey media and fans of Toronto was insane – and most of the time you were more than fine to be that safe place where he could unwind and relax and just let go, for a moment. Sometimes it was even like you weren’t alive until he called, asking if you were free, asking to see you. Every time, you said yes. Sometimes you were genuinely free – sometimes you weren’t. Your friends had given up protesting or even lecturing you, just rolling their eyes when you said you had to leave or that you had plans that night. There wasn’t anything that was going to stop you seeing that sweet man, and you had long stopped listening to their advice.

Yes, you knew it wasn’t healthy. And yes, you knew it wouldn’t last. Couldn’t last. But did that mean you were going to give Morgan up? Absolutely not. Even in your rushed heated moments, those stolen rendezvous that never lasted as long as you would’ve begged for, Morgan was the sweetest man you had ever met. Definitely the most considerate lover, that was for certain. No man had ever taken you to such heights, had you wailing, had you shaking from pleasure. No man had ever left you feeling so complete.

But the one time you had dared to imply you would be interested in something more, Morgan had immediately shut down, his eyes shuttering into a distant expression that you had never seen on him before, and one you never wanted again. So you had quickly made it into a joke, burying your feelings deep deep down. It was so incredibly easy to lose yourself in him, his lips, his hands, his embrace, and there was nothing you were willing to do to lose him. Not if this was the only way you could have him.

Because having this tiny piece of the golden-hearted hockey star was so much better than having nothing at all. He was laughter, and he was light, and he was love, and you had something from him that no-one else had – so that was enough. It had to be enough.

Tonight had started exactly how it always did. You were home alone, relaxing after a long day at work with a glass of wine in hand, when you received a text from Morgan.

From: Mo

are you free tonight?

There was no hesitation in your reply. It wasn’t even a lie this time – and there was no way you were turning down a chance to see him if he wanted you.

To: Mo

The bed’s getting cold and you’re not here

It seemed like only moments before he was in your doorway, but it was enough time for you to slowly finish your wine as you got changed out of sweatpants and into something a little more…enticing. Because even if you knew (and he knew) that you would always say yes to him, it didn’t hurt to remind him exactly what he had.

And Morgan had been very happy to see you, hands going straight to your hips, your arms sliding around his neck. From the hallway, to the corridor, to the bedroom wall, your hands only left his body to help him out of his clothing, his hands clutching at you desperately, lips barely leaving yours. He kept his arms tightly around you as the two of you fell into bed, no distance between your bare bodies, Morgan lips only leaving your neck to groan compliments, beautiful, gorgeous, so good for me, you’re incredible, fuck baby. It was all you could do to cling tightly to him, accepting everything he was willing to give, gasping his name as he gasped yours.

He kissed you slowly after, like he always did, pouring in that affection and fondness that made your heart both sing and ache.

“You’re amazing,” he murmured, kissing you one last time.

You couldn’t stop the whimper that left your lips as he pulled away, sitting upright, those broad shoulders gleaming with sweat.

“You don’t have to go straight away, you know,” you said simply, pulling the sheet up over your chest.

“As much as I am very tempted to stay, I have practice really early tomorrow. You deserve a lie in, not to be woken up by my clumsy ass,” Morgan mused.

You forced yourself to just shrug, and ran your fingers through your hair, the sheets slipping down just enough to be tantalising – Morgan’s eyes followed the movement as he pulled his jeans on, his gaze darkening slightly before he shook himself out of it.

How did the phrase go?

There’s a million reasons I should give you up,

But the heart wants what it wants.

“I guess I’ll see you around?” Morgan said, smiling sweetly down at you, as he pulled on his shirt.

“I guess you will,” you said softly, unable to resist smiling back, feeling your heart crack just that little bit more.

This was just another evening. He was just another guy. And you were just another girl.

#my writing #morgan rielly #this is sarah's fault and i have no regrets #the world needs more mo #morgan rielly fic #morgan rielly imagine #morgan rielly blurb #morgan rielly fanfic #hockey writing #hockey fic #hockey imagine

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ipuckwithhockey · 3 years

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ipuckwithhockey’s comfort fic recs

I’ll be posting my April fic rec list in a couple weeks, but I wanted to do a list for fics that are my ride or die. These are fics that i re-read on a regular basis that only get better with time (*for smut)

@danglesnipecelly - literally all of her works but these are my my go-to’s (her writing is so good she made me love sidney crosby)

Hand in Hand, Heart to Heart*- J. Markstrom

This fic has 11 parts and every single one of them is amazing. Plot is amazing. Character development is amazing. I’ve stayed up until like 3am rereading this fic so many times. Once I start it again I can’t stop! (Also, there’s good smut)

Make Your Move, Leave Your Mark*- J.Markstrom

K writes Marky exactly the way I picture him in my head. This fic has the perfect amount of angst and softness. Also, another fic from back when he was still in Vancouver :((

@raysofcrosby - hey bestie, love your work!

Little Do You Know*- T. Seguin

I’ve included this twelve-parter on other fic rest lists, and for good reason. I absolutely love this one. It’s a go-to and I’ve read it so many times I swear I have parts of the dialogue memorized. This fic has some of my favorite funny fic moments. I think perfectly written family dynamics are her forte.

@spine-buster - thank you for doing the lords work and writing a 40+ part Morgan Rielly fic.

Alone, Together*- M. Rielly

Mo was my first real hockey love. I had followed hockey for a bit before I found him, but he’s what got me into hockeyblr. Unfortunately, a lot of the old Mo fics i used to love are gone now because so many people have deactivated over the years. This fic though, it’s so freaking good. Lots of plot twists, angst, and soft moments. I can’t say enough good things about this fic.

@rawmeanderson- it might be her fault that i became a cbj fan ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

So You Know What’s On My Mind*- P.L. Dubois

5 parts! This fic just reminds me of simpler times, on hockeyblr and in the real hockey world. I honestly can’t believe this was posted two years ago. I miss these guys all being on one team :( Also, I can totally see PLD being into older women and the smut in this is 🥵

@horsesandhockeyplayers - thank fuck you came back, hockeyblr wasn’t the same without you

Fourth Line Grinder*- E. Johnson

Don’t get me started on this one. The first part was just reposted the other day, and let me tell you, this fic is going to be even better the second time around. I already know that I will be forever rereading this and that’s why I’m already putting it on here. Characters are wonderfully developed. Smut is HOT. Perfectly balanced in angst. I love that this brings the horse world into the hockey world. It not only tackles the dynamics of being a woman in a male dominated world, but also touches on the real life issues of immigration and the presence of hispanic/latinX people in the horse industry.

#fic rec #hockey fic rec #jacob markstrom #morgan rielly #pierre luc dubois #erik johnson #tyler seguin

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wyattjohnston · 3 years

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fic recs - mar. 2k21

end of month already? damn.

kissing other people - brock boeser - @babytkachuks

god getting back together fics are my lifeblood and i can never get enough

talk some sense to me - jamie oleksiak - @tippedbykreider

twenty five thousand words of growth and pining and a glorious ache

there’s too much risk in never loving at all - tyson jost - @shelbsatans

definitely wanted to throw myself into the sun because the longing, the pining, was so perfect

the best day - sammy blais - @blueskrugs

listen, i do not go here. at all. but listen to me and read this because it’s fluffy and cute and wonderful

the wedding date - morgan rielly - @broadstbroskis

when this idea was first mentioned many moons ago, i was very !!!! about it and it was worth the wait. i am still very !!!! about it

The President Wears Prada - william nylander - @spine-buster

i run a spine-buster fan blog (especially when it’s a sexy Batista spinebuster) so are we surprised

The Storm Before The Calm - frederik andersen - @spine-buster

see above (this should have been on last month’s but it’s here now!)

Found You - jamie oleksiak - @laurenairay

hi i love Big Rig and i love Lauren so—perfection in a fic!

To Savor the Present but Look to the Future - nolan patrick - @hoeforaho

not everything can be 100% smooth sailing and this is a rectified speed bump, but a very important one and i enjoyed it a lot

the art of learning you deserve better - nolan patrick - @denis-scorianov

slow burn, currently an unfinished series but I’m desperate for the end

don’t say you miss me - kevin hayes - @konecny-s

long story short I love it, written very well

there’s gotta be more to this - jake virtanen - @denis-scorianov

a++ fic, fwb to lovers is one of the best tropes around and ky did excellently!

Red Envelopes, Dragon Boats & Mooncakes - tyson jost - @calgarycanuck

cute little series about josty learning and appreciating a different culture. it was very interesting and it was nice to learn alongside him

speak the truth - william nylander - @denis-scorianov

10/10 would read again, glad it was reposted so that i could! i’m a sucker for the realisation that you’re in love with your best friend, ya know?

take the sadness out of saturday night - nolan patrick - @konecny-s

i remember reading this when it was posted in december and i loved it then and i love it now.

no ones second choice - jake virtanen - @sidscrosbyy

i very much enjoyed the progression of this fic

‘cause maybe then you’d want me just as much - nolan patrick - @butgilinsky

i don’t even know what to say really, i adore this song and love the way this fic represented it

#monthly fic rec #fic rec #wrestling joke in there for V #I have so many fucking fics in my drafts to read #this is every fic I read this month

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comphersjost · 4 years

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masterlist ➸ comphersjost

new masterlist! my other one is quite old so i thought i’d start fresh :)

click here for my old masterlist, which has my teen wolf, marvel, shadowhunters, svu, and tvd fics

** indicates smut

HOCKEY

Calgary Flames

Matthew Tkachuk All For You series [feat. Brady Tkachuk] - completed Part 1* Part 2* Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 [finale]* 4 times you tried to tell Brady you loved him, and the one time Matty told him for you

Colorado Avalanche

Mikko Rantanen

More Than This* You like bigger guys. And Mikko, well, he takes notice.

Ottawa Senators

Brady Tkachuk All For You series [feat. Matthew Tkachuk] - completed Part 1* Part 2* Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 [finale]* 4 times you tried to tell Brady you loved him, and the one time Matty told him for you

Philadelphia Flyers

Nolan Patrick

Secrets - completed Part 1 Part 2* A sleepless night on your brother’s couch with his best friend proves that maybe your pining wasn't unrequited after all.

Travis Konecny

Happy** TK makes you happy, you just wish you could tell him how much.

Temptation** You walk in on TK in a…compromising position.

Toronto Maple Leafs

Auston Matthews

i don’t want this night to end (like you always did)** You’d think that after two years of hooking up when you’re in town, Auston would have mustered the courage to ask you to stay. Now you've moved to Toronto and it seems like he might finally have his chance. Based off of I Don’t Want This Night to End by Luke Bryan [lowercase intended]

Old Love [feat. Frederik Andersen]** Auston let you go once, and he’s never getting you back. Now he has to watch and see just how much Freddie owns you.

Connor Brown

Contact Four times you asked him to cuddle and the one time he asked you

Frederik Andersen

Old Love [feat. Auston Matthews]** Auston let you go once, and he’s never getting you back. Now he has to watch and see just how much Freddie owns you.

Rendezvous** As your childhood friend Auston helps you get settled in your new home city of Toronto, his goalie catches your eye.

Morgan Rielly

Hooked** You're a headstrong Ranger’s fan, and constantly running into the cocky captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs is really messing with your head. Based off of Hooked by Why Don’t We

Sugar Daddy!mo hcs Exactly what it says.

STAR WARS

The Clone Wars

Commander Wolffe

To Love is to Hurt [feat. Obi-Wan Kenobi] Part 2 Part 3

Obi-Wan Kenobi

To Love is to Hurt [feat. Commander Wolffe] Part 2 Part 3

OUTER BANKS

Rafe Cameron

Summer Fling** You and Rafe have a purely physical relationship. Turns out, he’s got lots more planned for you.

Not With You** You’re Kiara’s cousin from California, and you try to end things with Rafe when you visit this time around.

Vacation** When John B crashes your vacation with the Cameron’s you have to share a room, and bed, with Rafe, and it’s only so long before he gives into his urges.

Like It, Love It** It’s been a month, and you really don’t know how to tell Rafe Cameron that you can’t stop thinking about the way his dick felt in your ass.

Into The Storm** Rafe’s been helping you get over John B, and when you’re worried it’s going too far, you try to disappear into a storm, not knowing that Rafe would follow you anywhere. Based off of Into the Storm by BANNERS.

Fic recs

Concepts and blurbs

#:)#masterlist #my masterlist #my writing #hockey #nhl #imagine #smut #angst #fluff #outer banks #obx #rafe cameron #fic rec #*concepts

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manrocket-mo · 5 years

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Leave the Light On - Morgan Rielly (Part 2)

requested: no

word count: 2,076

author’s note: if you haven’t read part 1, it is linked in my masterlist!

sorry this took sooo long! finally found some time to get motivated and write! please continue to send me feedback as I don’t usually write these multiple installment type fics. this is also being written in addition to mo soft/thrist imagines, so stay tuned for more of those and continue to send your requests in to inspire me!

song: Light On - Maggie Rogers

And I am finding out

There’s just no other way

That I’m still dancing at the end of the day

If you leave the light on

Then I’ll leave the light on

It has been two years since the breakdown that forced you to jump start your life. Two years from when you left everything familiar behind and started anew. Two years since you managed to pull yourself up from rock bottom and prove that the voice in the back of your head that said you would never amount to anything wrong.

But that didn’t mean you were happy. You were just content. And you were content leaving everything behind except for one thing, one person and it ate at you every day. You had forced him away and it was self-inflicted pain, it was your own fault. You couldn’t help but dream of how your life wouldn’t just be content. You dreamed of how perfect your life would be with him by your side. The loving, caring Morgan that had held onto you til the very end of your relationship. The loving, caring Morgan you had forced away when you couldn’t look yourself in the mirror. The loving, caring Morgan who had vowed to do whatever it took to make you whole again. And you pushed him away. You wouldn’t blame him if the chance ever came that he wouldn’t even want to look at you. You broke his heart. You destroyed everything you had together, a life built together, a love that was supposed to last forever. You destroyed the best thing that had ever been yours for the sureness of something mediocre. You sigh, looking to the photo you had stashed in your closet, sitting on the top shelf. You pull it down from its hiding spot and reminisce on the memories that poured out from the emotions you felt in that moment frozen in time. You traced the curve of his cheeks, raised with absolute joy as he took you in at the peak of the lookout, the backdrop of the lake and the mountains no where close to the beauty of the love that resonated from the two of you. You smiled sadly, the deep sorrow returning to you. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had replaced the photo with one of his new forever love. He deserved that much. Someone who could love him wholly with no gaping holes of doubt. He deserved true love from someone who could love themself first. He deserved someone better than you. He deserved the happiness that you felt in that photo. You would never feel that true happiness again. Nothing that you had exchanged for it would ever come close to being worth it. You sighed and hugged the photo to you for a second, mustering the courage and strength needed to go on with tonight, to go on in your search for some semblance of happiness. You looked at it one last time, catching Morgan’s smile before slipping it back into place. Fortunately for you, your date seemed to have a sense for the length of time it’s been since you’ve been to a Leafs game and surprised you with tickets earlier in the day. You had no choice but to graciously accept with how excited he seemed to be. This was a splurge for a third date and despite the lack of a spark, he was sweet and treated you well and you would agree for him. Taking a look at your wardrobe, you stared at the jersey sitting on a hanger in the very back, barely peeking out. It was old and outdated with the years that have passed since it was gifted to you but you yearned for some semblance of the peace of a better time, you wanted to feel closer to him again even if that just meant his number and name branding you just as it did thousands of others in the stands. You wanted people to see that at one point, you were his. You grab it before you could chicken out and pull your crossbody over your shoulder as you slip out the front door to meet your date.

“GO, LEAFS GO!” Nate chanted along with the crowd, honestly having the time of his life. You smiled at him tightly despite the feeling of dread churning in the pit of your stomach. Your mind was nowhere near him or this date. Your mind was on the man on the ice, the man you knew all too well but at the same time, not at all anymore. “You a big Leafs fan?” He asked as you sat down following the anthem. “Big Rielly fan?” The corner of your lips tug up as you stared off into the distance. “Once upon a time,” you reminisced. Once upon a time, you were his biggest fan, biggest supporter. You wore his name and number proudly and cheered him on from the family section only a few rows up from your own. You weren’t afraid to yell and scream when things went wrong and make googley eyes when he did something right. You weren’t afraid of anything. You were a girl so in love and nothing else mattered. You couldn’t even fathom how quickly things changed. “Y/N!” your head shot up at the familiar voice. For all the time you had spent worrying about being in the same vicinity as Morgan, you hadn’t thought of being seen by the friends you shared with him. “Steph,” you breathed. It had been two years since you had contact with your best friend. Other than an “I can’t do this anymore,” and a good cry, that was where you had both left it. You didn’t just push Morgan away. “Y/N!” She yelled before meeting you halfway and pulling you into her arms. “Steph, it’s been so long,” you mumbled, forcing the tears back. This place was bringing much more than memories back to you. “How are you, Y/N? Are you good? Better now?” She took a step back and held your face in her hands, surveying you. “I can’t believe it’s you!” “I’m so sorry,” you apologized as you pulled her close again. “It’s so nice to see you again.” “Same here, Y/N.” She rubbed your back before pulling back once more. “Come, sit with us! We have to catch up. We have two years...” You smiled at her sadly. “I can’t... I’m not alone.” Her face fell as she realized what you meant and glanced to Nate behind you. “At least come see down to see Mitchy and Aus and Kappy. They miss you, Y/N. We all do.” She pleaded with you with big green eyes. Suddenly you felt an arm circle your waist and you felt sick. The warmth was not comforting, his presence a friendly reminder of how differently everything panned out. He cleared his throat, looking down at you. “This is... my friend, Nate. Nate, this is Steph.” He eagerly put his hand out to Steph. “So nice to meet you.” Steph smiled tightly, her eyes wandering back to you. “I hear you said something about going to see some old friends?” You shake your head. “That’s alright, we really should—“ “No, if you want to see your friends, I’d be glad to come with.” Of course he would. You huff, the beginning of annoyance touching you. You didn’t really want your present mingling with your past, especially the forged family you shared with Morgan. “Yeah, Y/N. Please come.” Steph grasped your hand in hers and gave you the sweet look she knew no one could ever resist. You missed it. You missed your best friend. And despite the feeling deep down, you once again agreed, much to her excitement. And that’s how you found yourself down by the locker room following the game, physically dragged down by Steph herself. You physically had to hold yourself together, your arms winding around your body as you were passed around the other wives and girlfriends, all so happy and surprised to see you. This familiarity and lack of belonging was really doing a number on you and it was only a matter of time before you were going to break. These were all your friends, your family at one point but without him, you didn’t know where you fit in anymore, if at all. It didn’t help your situation that all Nate could do was talk and introduce himself as your boyfriend. He didn’t take in the unease of your body language or the lack of presence. “Hey, are you alright?” Steph asks, her arm winding around you. You look to her and as you were about to truthfully reply, her eyes lit up like a thousand Christmas trees. “Mitchy! You kicked ass out there, baby!” You watched emptily as she ran up and hugged Mitch and he pulled her to him. You looked away, unable to process the feeling of grief that still left you reeling even after all these years. “Y/N?” You swiped at an escaped tear before looking up to take in another one of your long, lost friends. “Is that you hiding over there?!” Suddenly you were swept into Mitchy’s arms, an unexpected gesture. “We missed you, bub! How have you been?” You can’t help but smile at his energy. “I’ve been... okay,” you answer truthfully. “I’m Nate. It’s so great to meet you, Mitch.” “Nice to meet you, Nate?” Mitch looked at you, pointedly. “Y/N’s—“ “FRIEND,” you finally clarified, glaring up at Nate. “Would you look who it is. What’s up, Y/N?” Now it was Auston’s turn to pull you into a hug. “Nice to see you back ‘round here. Glad to see your good luck never ran out. Thanks for the dub, bub.” You smiled, leaning into his warmth as he had yet to let go. “You should come out, celebrate, let loose tonight with us. It’s been a while.” You were about to decline when Nate chimed in, no doubt to impress his favorite player. “Yeah, Y/N! We should let loose! It’s a Friday night!” “Y/N...” a soft contrast to the pompous yelling done by the man on your other side. You’d know that voice anywhere. You suddenly felt even warmer under Auston’s arm at the sweetest interruption, your heartbeat slowing at the familiarity of your name on his tongue.

“Morgan,” you breathed once you were able to catch your breath. And there he was, just as you’d always dreamed since the day you made that mistake, since the day you pushed him away and he was looking at you, looking through you, seeing the lost girl standing there lost without him.

You had to turn into Auston to wipe the tears that escaped your eyes. He pulls you into him, sensing that this was becoming too much for you. Morgan, Nate, all your friends, crowding on you.

“So… now that Rielly has joined in, we going out or what?”

“Dude.” You could feel Auston start to get heated, to which you patted his back to get him to calm down, despite your need for the same comfort.

“No, that’s alright, Aus… I’m.. I’m just gonna—“ the last place you wanted to be was out.

“I’ll take you home.” You looked back up to Morgan, surprised that he volunteered.

“You don’t—“

“Come on, Y/N. It’s Auston Matthews and Mitch Marner. Let’s just have one dri—“

“That’s enough!” Morgan turned his attention to Nate who actively ignored all the signs of your anxiety and continued to pressure you. “Y/N said no. She’s not going,” Morgan leveled, giving him a glaring warning before turning to you with soft, apologizing blues. “Come on.” Morgan extended his hand to you and you couldn’t help the shake in yours as you took it.

“What a jackass,” he mumbled as he pulled you away, not giving Nate a chance to say anything else. He led you down the long corridor, leading you to the garage.

“Thank you,” you whispered, lowly when you finally came to a stop. “I—“

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, leaning down. You could feel his breath on your face and although you felt so overwhelmed and drained, you answered truthfully.

“I will be,” you breathe, nodding your head. His warmth surrounded you, his fingers slowly squeezing around yours, the familiarity seeping into your veins. No matter the outcome, he was here with you and that in itself, after the absence you felt for so long, was enough. “One day, I will be.”

A/N: Part 3 coming soon!

#Morgan Rielly #Morgan Rielly imagine #Morgan Rielly imagines #Morgan Rielly x reader #NHL imagines #NHL Imagine #Auston Matthews #Mitch Marner

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rymurrsneckbeard · 3 years

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Tagging game

I was tagged by: @shackadaisical

rules: tag nine people you want to know better (I’m not tagging, if you wanna do it, go for it!)

three ships: Rielly/Boeser (yes this is my ship and my ship only but I love them), Rielly/Marner (so underrated and I will forever be bitter at Leafs fans for forcing Marner/Matthews when this one is RIGHT THERE and Morgan is such a better human being), RMurray/Jenner (I’m going to end up having like 20% of the fics under this pairing tag on AO3 pretty sure)

last song: Land of Lola - Kinky Boots soundtrack

last movie: I rewatched My Fair Lady just last weekend lol

currently reading: Uhhh currently it’s The Road Trip by Beth O’Leary

currently watching: Some cheesy Hallmark movie. Feel free to judge me, I already am.

currently consuming: nothing currently! (I mean, I have some pop I’m sipping on)

currently craving: all of the chocolate

#tag game #get to know me #(spoiler alert: i am boring)

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carey-pricemas · 7 years

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Updated Queue!

Happy Saturday ladies and gents! Here is your updated queue for the week!I’m really sorry yesterdays posts got so messed up. Queue hates me! Also I am at the end of my semester so I may be also working on a multichapter fic... I haven’t decided yet. Anyway... I have nothing else to say.... weird... anyway! Enjoy!

Today- JVR- team photo proposal

Artemi Panarin- first date nerves

Sunday 4/30- Mitch Marner- best friends

Andre Burakovsky- go out to celebrate after a win

Jakob Chychrun- Nothing Compares 2 U by Sinead O’Connor

Monday 5/1- Connor McDavid- surprise smut after playoff spot clinched

Andre Burakovsky- How they met for the first time

Leon Draisaitl- smut

Tuesday 5/2- Brendan Gallagher- get jealous of Chucky

Patrik Laine- impressed by brother’s skills

Olli Maatta- nervous and rambles in Finnish

Jakob Chychrun- Scary movie

Wednesday 5/3- Brendan Gallagher- cute and cuddly free reign

William Nylander- fight/make up and smut

Victor Hedman- older, trying to learn Swedish

Thursday 5/4- Auston Matthews- annoyed by energy

JVR- fight and first I love yous

AJ Greer- call up to the Avs

Friday 5/5- Noah Hanifin- free reign

Nate Schmidt- baby fluff

Connor Brown- smut

Tyler Seguin- Mitch trying to set his sister up with Matt Martin

Saturday 5/6- Dylan Larkin- road trip panic attack

Auston Matthews- smut

Ben Hutton- reads to kids

Sunday 5/7- Ben Hutton- meet and greet fan experience

Morgan Rielly- truth or dare smut

Drew Doughty- embarrassed after fight

Monday 5/8- Alex Galchenyuk- protective and fights

Patrik Laine- tries to convince sister Jets are better (probably going to be a multiparter not gonna lie)

Jakob Chychrun- insomnia and nightmare

Tuesday 5/9- Auston Matthews- unknown feelings and jealous

JVR- with KIDS and pregnant

Miles Wood- Jealous smut

Wednesday 5/10- Sebastian Aho- pregnant and about to give birth

Auston Matthews- Takes care of reader after skating injury

Tom Wilson- fight smut

Thursday 5/11- Tyler Seguin- picks on insecurities accidentally

Andre Burakovsky- broken up but dance at a party

Miles Wood- smut

Tom Wilson- DWTS jealousy

Friday 5/12- Artturi Lehkonen- embarrassed in front of good friend Gally

Morgan Rielly- smut

Chris Kreider- Stepan behind the mic couples interview

Saturday 5/13- Connor McDavid- dating famous singer

Auston Matthews- smut

Carter Hart- helping him after WJC loss

Sunday 5/14- Kevin Hayes- pregnant but new relationship

Tyler Seguin- shower smut

Dylan Strome- free reign

Monday 5/15- Auston Matthews- Bathwater by No Doubt

Jake Virtanen- smut

Brendan Gallagher- going home and running into everyone you know

Tuesday 5/16- Auston Matthews- On my own from Les Mis

Carter Hart- Smut

William Nylander- Furies player whos there when Leafs clinch playoff spot

Wednesday 5/17- Connor McDavid- Stuck in an elevator

Auston Matthews- clinched playoff smut

Alex Nylander- NHL debut

Thursday 5/18- Brendan Gallagher- singer and Gally gets dreamy

Morgan Rielly- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates

William Nylander- cheating on girlfriend with you

Friday 5/19- Kasperi Kapanen- First NHL goal

Tyler Seguin- smut before game

Morgan Rielly- little spoon

Saturday 5/20- Dylan Larkin- friends don’t like him

Andre Burakovsky- he gets insecure

Mitch Marner- distant fight and make up

Sunday 5/21- Alex Nylander- Blind date

�� William Nylander- dirty while on the phone

Auston Matthews- dance party

Monday 5/22- Matthew Tkachuk- fight and spend day apart

Sam Reinhart- smut

Tyler Seguin- fun date

Tuesday 5/23- Auston Matthews- matchmakers

Aaron Ekblad- son is 1st overall pick

Jimmy Vesey- Broadway Hamilton practice

Wednesday 5/24- Dmytro Timashov- free reign

Jakob Chychrun- smut

Connor McDavid- Soon part 2

Thursday 5/25- Auston Matthews- accidentally stands up angst

Maple Leafs Rookie of choice (probably Connor Brown or Zach Hyman)- mother of group

Sidney Crosby- angst about age difference

Friday 5/26- Carter Hart- gets injured during the game

William Nylander- shower smut/cute

Andre Burakovsky- cooking

Saturday 5/27- Tyler Seguin- protective dogs of pregnancy

FREDDIE Andersen- Mitch’s older sister

Charlie McAvoy- jealous of Seggy

Sunday 5/28- Auston Matthews- Mitch embarrasses him

Matt Murray- post Stanley cup smut

Auston Matthews- song written about you

Monday 5/29- Andre Burakovsky- broken ribs

Sidney Crosby- smut challenge

Jakob Chychrun- arguing over your work meetings in Cali

Tuesday 5/30- Andre Burakovsky- Close as Strangers by 5 Seconds of Summer

Rich Clune- smut

Connor Brown- playoff beard

Wednesday 5/31- Carter Hart- tries cheesy pickup lines

Tyler Seguin- smut

William Nylander- I love you while drunk

Thursday 6/1- Alex Wennberg- plane crash

JJ Piccinich- last home game win fluff/smut

Jakub Vrana- fluffy free reign

Friday 6/2- Downtown Connor Brown- meet and greet and surprised you like him

Jonathan Toews- smut

Matthew Tkachuk- you have a stutter

Saturday 6/3- Freddie Andersen- playoffs

Andre Burakovsky- 21st bday jealousy fluff/smut

Connor Murphy- talking about the future

Sunday 6/4- Matthew Tkachuk- falls asleep with baby bro fluff

Morgan Rielly- smut being caught

Alex Nylander- friend breakup worries

Monday 6/5- Sidney Crosby- teen son from previous relationship

William Nylander- doesn’t know you’re a virgin

Jimmy Vesey- friends set you up

Tuesday 6/6- Jakob Forsbacka Karlsson- fluff free reign

Chris Kreider- smut

Mitch Marner- insecure about love

Wednesday 6/7- Auston Matthews- grumpy after playing the Stars

Freddie Andersen- smut

William Nylander- playoff beard

Thursday 6/8- Downtown Connor Brown- playoff beard

Alex Wennberg- super smutty XD

Jordie Benn- expecting first child

Friday 6/9- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

Morgan Rielly- smut

Sebastian Aho- team finds out about you through Instagram

Saturday 6/10- Brady Skjei- makes her sing for him

Martin Jones- free rein

Alex Wennberg- nervous about telling him youre pregnant

Sunday 6/11- Brendan Gallagher- wearing a Chucky jersey

Connor McDavid- Family is Sabres fans

Tom Wilson- The first time again part 2

Monday 6/12- Matt Martin- jealous

Kasperi Kapanen- celebration smut

Auston Matthews- jealous of basketball team

Tuesday 6/13- Jakob Chychrun- boys and girls club

Kasperi Kapanen- smut someone overhears you

Martin Jones/Sidney Crosby- Skin by Rihanna

Wednesday 6/14- Derick Brassard- pregnant during playoffs

Brendan Gallagher- calm down (wink wink) during playoffs XD

Any Rangers player- John Green quote

Thursday 6/15- Andre Burakovsky- friends with Patrick Kane

Andre Burakovsky- protective from man in bar (no one knows)

Morgan Rielly- large age gap

Friday 6/16- AJ Greer- Beach volleyball for team Canada

Colton Parayko- doesn’t know you speak English

Mitch Marner- Sees self harm scars

Saturday 6/17- Auston Matthews- both busy but make it to sons game

Auston Matthews- smut doesn’t like Dylan

Carter Hart- A million reasons by Lady Gaga

Sunday 6/18- Mikkeal Boedker- run into each other at grocery store

Alex Galchenyuk- smut same circles but never met

Jeff Skinner/Justin Faulk- harassed/assaulted and they save you

Monday 6/19- Connor McDavid/Mitch Marner- Late Late show about song

Austin Matthews- jealousy birthday smut

Any Caps player- political law firm but then player gets traded

Tuesday 6/20- Zach Hyman- proposes through book

Brady Skjei- celebration smut

Matthew Tkachuk- Secret Love song by Little Mix

Wednesday 6/21- Mitch Marner- messes up Valentines day

William Nylander- car smut

Any player- your teenage son is gay and introducing you to first boyfriend

Thursday 6/22- Jacob Trouba- Part 2 of Walk in the Park

Andre Burakovsky- broke up and reunited at Casino night smut

Auston Matthews- African dancer and he gets jealous

Friday 6/23- Kasperi Kapanen- tutoring him in college

Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

Auston Matthews- teammate finds sex toys (ropes)

Saturday 6/24- Morgan Rielly- one of the guys Morgan’s overprotective and jealous

Artemi Panarin- tired of being called cute smut

Morgan Rielly- escape Leafs event and find each other

Sunday 6/25- Dmytro Timashov- watch scary movies

Artemi Panarin- love the sounds you make smut

Alex Galchenyuk- Chasing Ghosts by Against the Current

Monday 6/26- Morgan Rielly- fluffy/smutty

William Nylander- first time smut

Sidney Crosby- damsel in distress

Tuesday 6/27- Taylor Hall- transition from Edmonton to NJ

Rasmus Ristolainen- fluff

Auston Matthews- yeast infection and dr visit

Wednesday 6/28- Leon Draisaitl- getting ejected during A PLAYOFF GAME

Oliver Ekman-Larsson- love at first sight

Alec Martinez- Cinco de Mayo festivities

Thursday 6/29- Auston Matthews- tired and clingy

Jordie Benn- wants to be a family with you and daughter

Auston Matthews- jealous of Laine

Friday 6/30- Auston Matthews- bad day brings food (my kind of man)

William Nylander- snaps boredom Willy takes to fair

Johnny Gaudreau- cheer him up after getting swept

Saturday 7/1- Jo Drouin- sitting front row at a game

Brandon Montour- get into a fight

Filip Forsberg- free reign

Sunday 7/2- Auston Matthews/Sidney Crosby- autoimmune disease

Steven Stamkos- free reign

Brenden Dillon/Timo Meier- free reign

Monday 7/3- Jakob Silfverberg- for noranihilia

Aaron Ekblad- free reign

Filip Forsberg- free reign

Tuesday 7/4- Brent Burns- free reign

Roman Josi- free reign

Martin Jones- free reign

Wednesday 7/5- Chris Tierney- free reign

Nikita Kucherov- free reign

Mikael Granlund- cute/fluffy

Thursday 7/6- Jonathan Marchessault- free reign

Nino Niederreiter- free reign

Morgan Rielly- avoid feelings talk and he thinks you don’t like him

Friday 7/7- Charlie Coyle- Lipstick part two

Brendan Gallagher- angry/hate each other smut

Auston Matthews- you do his makeup and Mitch puts it on Instagram

Saturday 7/8- Auston Matthews- you’re sick and he and Mitch take care of you and your kid

William Nylander- wearing something that turns him on unknowingly

Pekka Rine- celebrate sweeping Hawks

Sunday 7/9- William Nylander- free reign about butt and thighs

Auston Matthews- meeting friend who doesn’t like the Leafs

Sidney Crosby- wakes up and mutters I love you a lot

Monday 7/10- Artemi Panarin- free reign

Morgan Rielly- part of the group but he likes you but just friends

Colton Parayko- bffs and in car accident and he tells you feelings

Tuesday 7/11- William Nylander- same height insecurities

Ben Hutton- fluffy smut

Mitch Marner- gf has chronic migraines

Wednesday 7/12- Alex Nylander- faking hickies prank

Tyler Seguin- Company by Justin Bieber

Auston Matthews- Gaston song with his name and he loves it (in secret)

Thursday 7/13- Sean Monahan- after wrist surgery

Morgan Rielly- fluffy/funny butt touching

Mats Zuccarello- free reign

Friday 7/14- Auston Matthews- Toronto Furies, play Aus to see who better player is

Jakub Vrana- part two of Doughnuts

Mitch Marner- making fun of passion over el clasico

Saturday 7/15- Charlie McAvoy- free reign

Alex Galchenyuk- smut

Sam Reinhart- season ticket holder, sees you at the game

Sunday 7/16- Morgan Rielly- after getting knocked out of the playoffs

William Nylander- happy with himself after seeing scratches

Mikael Granlund- gives goal pucks to his son

Monday 7/17- Morgan Rielly- They Don’t Know about Us by One Direction

William Nylander- sees bruises after sex (non-smut) and he feels guilty

Jamie Oleksiak- taking son to meet the team

Tuesday 7/18- Andre Burakovsky- meets at a charity event, sees again later when he has a gf (probably also a multiparter)

Leon Draisaitl- dominant hot smut

William Karlsson- ILYSB by LANY

Wednesday 7/19- Nazem Kadri- hit on Ovi

Leon Draisaitl- smut after finishing exams/graduation

Auston Matthews- trying to turn him on in an elevator with teammates smut

Thursday 7/20- Auston Matthews- getting knocked out of playoffs and shutting you out so he doesn’t take anger/sadness/frustration out on you

Michael Latta- Smut hot when he fights

Jonathan Toews- sequel to I’ll say yes for toews19

Friday 7/21- Andre Burakovsky- sleeping and he steals the sheets

Auston Matthews- argues about dishes

Andre Burakovsky- surprising you at graduation

Saturday 7/22- William Nylander- sleeping and someone posts a picture

Michael Latta- smut angry after game and takes it out on you

Tom Wilson- club and Tom gets jealous, heated

Sunday 7/23- Adam McQuaid- overprotective of gay son

Zach Fucale- smut after not seeing each other for awhile and she wears his jersey for first time

Milan Lucic- visiting with Bruins over the summer

Monday 7/24- Auston Matthews- thinks shes cheating and comes after her after fight

Auston Matthews- riding his thighs dirty

Auston/Willy/Mo/Freddie/Kappy choice- insecure about height/speaking Spanish/ Take on the World by You Me at Six, or Speakers by Sam Hunt

Tuesday 7/25- Adrian Kempe- Somebody Else part two

Claude Giroux/any Flyers player- partying with team and blurts feelings while tipsy

William Nylander- reader talks Swedish and Willy loves it (heated)

Wednesday 7/26- Auston Matthews- friend but he wants more but you’re unsure of his reputation

Tyler Seguin- nsfw sumt

Dylan Strome- Dive by Ed Sheeran

Thursday 7/27- Sebastian Aho- free reign

Tyler Seguin- based off his IG “love me” trying to get your attention

Mikael Granlund- he thinks you’re dating him for his money

Friday 7/28- Tyler Seguin- part 2 of Orders

Alex Nylander- smut

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Alone, Together | Together: Epilogue 5 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: There are not enough words in the English language to express how I feel about your engagement with this story and the fact that it has finally come to its (writing) end, so all I can and will say is: thank you.

Christmas Eve 2031

Morgan’s heart was full as he stood at the kitchen island watching Andy and Maia finish decorating the small batch of gingerbread cookies for Santa Claus with Bee. Both kids were sitting on the countertop, fixing Smarties buttons and faces onto the icing before Bee scooped them off of the baking sheet and onto the plate. The entire time they had been working in the kitchen, there were giggles and kisses and singing, with Morgan sneaking bites of the dough, causing his kids to scream and want some for themselves (Bee digressed and let them have only a little bit). There were four cookies in total – one prepared to look like each member of the family.

“There we go! Our cookies are ready for Santa!” Bee exclaimed as she held the plate up. “Do you think Santa will like them?”

“He’s gonna think they’re so y…yummy,” Andy smiled proudly at his work.

“Mama…” Maia said. “We need carrots for Rudolph and the reindeer!” She looked towards her father for help. “Dada, we need carrots for Rudolph!”

“C’mere Ladybug, come help me peel them,” he stretched out his arms, grabbing Maia so he could balance her on her hip as they walked towards the fridge. He opened them, going for the baby carrots first playfully.

“No!” Maia yelled out. “Rudolph and the reindeer are big! They need big carrots! They need those carrots!” she pointed at the big ones on another shelf. “They will be hungry.”

“Okay okay,” Morgan said, grabbing a baby carrot in the bag with one hand before shoving it in his mouth, crunching loudly. “Mmmmm, what if I ate all the carrots before Rudolph and the reindeer?”

“You can’t, dada,” Maia chastised her father. “That’s no fair. We need to be nice.”

Morgan smiled proudly at the words that came out of his daughter’s mouth. “Yes, you’re right Maia. We do need to be nice,” he affirmed as he kissed her cheek. “You’re so smart Maia.”

“Smart like mommy.”

Bee looked over her shoulder, giving Morgan a playful look. “You’re so smart like mommy” was in Morgan’s lexicon for both of his children for the last three years. It was no wonder Maia picked it up. “Smart like daddy too,” he grumbled playfully, giving Bee a look too. “Okay, can you hand me the carrots so I can peel them?”

When all was said and done, Andy put the plate of gingerbread cookies on the coffee table, followed by Maia leaving the carrots. Bee poured a cup of milk and placed it next to the cookies. Andy even laid out a hand-written note signed by he and his sister, his near-perfect penmanship on display.

Dear Santa Claus

My name is Andrew Rielly and I am 6 years old. My sister is Maia Rielly and she is 3 years old. We hope you enjoy our cookies and that Rudolph and the reindeer eat the carrots. Thank you for coming to our house. Thank you for the presents.

Love

Andy and Maia.

“Okay…we’ve gotta go to bed now or else Santa Claus won’t come!” Bee announced. “Who’s ready to put on their PJs?!”

Andy and Maia raced upstairs with each other, disappearing into their bedrooms and getting their special Christmas pyjamas in their drawers. Morgan and Bee followed, taking them into the washroom to help them brush their teeth before bed. Bee went into Maia’s bedroom first, helping braid her hair before tucking her into bed. Morgan came in too, sitting opposite Bee on the bed.

“Mama?” Maia’s voice asked, the fatigue of the day finally showing in her voice.

“Yes Ladybug?”

“Tomorrow, I can try flying like Rudolph?”

Morgan and Bee snorted at the same time. “I don’t think so,” Morgan said. “You can’t fly, Maia.”

Maia didn’t seem happy with her parents’ answer. But she digressed, pulling the covers up to her neck – exactly how she liked it. “Will Santa bring presents for Bruce and Maggie?”

“Of course he will,” Bee answered quickly. “Maggie’s been a good girl, hasn’t she?”

Maia nodded her head. “Maggie’s a sweet girl.”

“And Bruce?”

“Bruce too,” Maia said before yawning. She looked at Morgan with her sleepy eyes. “Dada, can we get another puppy?”

Morgan paused. He looked at Bee, who was already looking at him. Maia was waiting for an answer. “Maia…we’ll talk about it later, okay? You need to go to sleep or else Santa won’t come visit.”

“Okay…” Maia digressed. “Goodnight Mommy. Goodnight Daddy. You the best mommy and daddy ever.”

“Goodnight my Ladybug,” Morgan bent down to kiss her. “Sleep tight.”

“Goodnight Maia. Mommy loves you,” Bee kissed her too.

“I love you too Mommy.”

Morgan turned off the light as they left her room, closing the door gently. Bee gave him a look the entire time. They made their way towards Andy’s room, who was already in his bed, though he was stretching over to his bedside table, adjusting his Funko Pops of John Tavares and Auston Matthews. When he noticed his parents walk in, he stopped. “Hi mama, hi d…dada.”

“You ready to be made into a burrito?” Morgan asked, to which Andy nodded his head. Bee and Morgan tucked him in just how he liked, a giant smile on his face the entire time.

“Dada?” Andy’s little voice asked once they were done.

“Yes my booboo bear?”

“Is S…S…Santa gonna visit my best friend Leon?” he asked, fighting with his eyelids to stay open instead of drop in their fatigue from the excitement of the day.

Morgan smiled as he caressed his little face. “Of course Santa is going to visit Leon. And I bet Leon will show you what he got from Santa tomorrow when he comes over with Aunt Angie, Uncle Mason, Nonno Rocco and Mémère Clarette.”

“And is Santa gonna visit J…J…Jace and Isabella? And Noam? And………Henry and Greta?”

“Of course. He’s going to visit all of you because you’ve all been good boys and girls,” Morgan nodded his head.

Morgan watched as the gears in Andy’s head began shifting. He loved that he was able to see Andy’s mind working in real time, even for the simplest things. He was such an expressive boy. Even though he had a bit of a rough start at school, everything was better now and Andy was in a much better place. Andy’s brows burrowed and his face contorted a bit, all in an effort to think and not fall asleep. “Mommy?”

“Yes Andy?”

“You know how Santa has r…r…reindeer?”

“Yes…”

“How do they fly?”

Bee couldn’t help but smile. “I think if Santa told us, that would break the magic,” she said. She leaned in and kissed his forehead. “You’re such a smart boy, Andy.”

“I love you mommy,” he said softly, his eyes finally closing.

“Mommy loves you so much Andy. You know Mommy loves you?”

“I know,” he barely got out. “I love you too Daddy.”

“I love you too, Andy.”

***

“We’re getting another dog, aren’t we?” Bee asked an hour later as both she and Morgan were downstairs on the main floor, putting out the presents from Santa. Bee stuffed the board game and books under the tree, while Morgan worked on the stocking stuffers.

“They’ve been asking for a year, Bumblebee,” Morgan said, as if that explained everything. “Bruce and Maggie are so good with the kids, and they’re good with animals…what’s another dog?”

Bee rolled her eyes playfully. “Is that why our iPad always has sheepadoodle Instagram profiles open whenever I get to it?”

“Maybe.”

Bee shook her head. “We’ll talk about it after the holidays.”

Bee watched as Morgan finished stuffing the stockings, making his way over to the coffee table before sitting on the couch and chomping into one of the carrots. She stayed silent as he chomped down on the others, finishing one so there were only two left that were mostly eaten. He then moved on to the cookies, taking dramatic bites and making sure to leave crumbs in and around the plate and on the coffee table. He ate most of them, leaving only remnants.

Bee couldn’t help the tears that welled up in her eyes as she watched him. When he finally looked up at her, he noticed the tears automatically. “What’s wrong?”

“You did that for me twelve years ago now,” Bee reminisced, her eyes welling up with tears even more. Just saying how long it had been since he did that for her, one year into their relationship, was a lot for her to handle. “Do you remember?”

“Of course I remember,” Morgan said, getting up from the couch and making his way over to her. “I wanted to give you a normal Christmas.”

A lump in her throat formed at his words. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever needed,” she said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her against his body. “Look how far we’ve come.”

“Look how far we’ve come together,” he added, kissing the tip of her nose. “Look at how much we’ve accomplished, how much we’ve grown, how much we’ve done, how much we’ve built…” he said. “We’ve come so far. And there’s still so much to go, still so much to do. Together. Because I love you, Briony Rielly. Forever.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss him passionately. “I love you so much, Morgan Rielly.” She couldn’t let go of him. She couldn’t stop kissing him. In her dream kitchen, on Christmas Eve, with her two children sleeping soundly upstairs, her two pets sleeping with them, she didn’t want the feeling to end.

To think of where she started to where she now was.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. Daughter of an alcoholic mother. Raised in rooming houses, homeless shelters, and public housing. Emancipated at sixteen.

Briony McTavish of Toronto, Canada. A Master’s student. A poor, starving Master’s student. A teaching assistant at the University of Toronto. A graduate of the University of Toronto. A junior financial analyst at Scotiabank.

Briony Rielly of Toronto, Canada. A Master of Financial Economics. A certified financial analyst at Scotiabank. Wife to Morgan Rielly of the Toronto Maple Leafs. A philanthropist. A mentor at Alateen. Co-founder of The Rielly Foundation. Mom to Andrew John and Maia Claire.

She was complete.

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Alone, Together | My Eyes: Epilogue 3 | Morgan Rielly

TW: mentions of miscarriage

July 20th, 2024

Bee eyed herself up in the mirror, looking down at her just barely swollen belly. Maybe she was just seeing things. Maybe it wasn’t even swollen yet.

The cramping began at around six weeks. It was much less severe than the last two times, where she was constantly uncomfortable, sometimes to the point of barely being able to walk. Then came the nausea. Whoever had named it “morning sickness” must have thought it to be a sick joke, because it was more like “all-day sickness”. At least for her. Then, the absolute greatest part: the bloating. Whenever Bee ate, she felt bloated. She could eat plain lettuce and feel bloated.

These symptoms had happened before though. Twice. Which is why, when she began to experience them all over again, there was a jolt of excitement mixed with a pang of worry. The last two times began with doctor’s visits and blood tests. They were met with excited whispers, medical advice, and buying the first plush stuffed animal Bee saw in the kids section of Indigo: a little red fox.

They ended in miscarriage. Both of them. The first, at eight weeks, the second, at ten weeks. Both because of chromosomal abnormalities – something common, apparently, and completely out of hers or Morgan’s control. ‘It happens to many couples’ they were told in soothing voices. ‘It’s a lot more common than you think. There is nothing wrong with you. It happens sometimes, unfortunately.’

But does it happen twice?

It was for this reason Bee didn’t want to think too far ahead; get her hopes up about something that could end in another devastating heartbreak. Her doctors told her not to worry, but she couldn’t help but start worrying since she missed her period. This was going to be her third pregnancy – which she knew of. If this ended in a miscarriage too, she and Morgan would have to start looking at…other options. Fertility treatments. IVF. Having sex in specific positions on specific days facing specific directions in tune with specific earthly energies. Hell, she’d even take voodoo at this point if it meant she could stay pregnant and give birth to a healthy baby.

Bee was approaching her twelfth week now, which was more or less considered the safe zone: the moment when most expectant mothers could be confident in the pregnancy carrying to term, and the moment where she and Morgan could start telling friends and family. She’d had doctor’s appointments up until the one today – two, actually, because she was a bit paranoid, both with her OB-GYN back in Toronto. But this one was the first one Morgan would be able to attend. Hopefully, he’d be able to hear a heartbeat. If there was still a heartbeat.

He had been so good to her throughout the complications – not that he would ever not be, but there was an extra softness to him, an extra…humanity to him. He had cried with her, more than once. He had voiced his fears that maybe, somehow, it was his fault. He had soothed her, comforted her, was there for her during the physical pain of it all. He had held her tightly as they lay in bed together knowing that this time, it just wasn’t meant to be. But it would happen in the future. It would happen someday, and they’d both be so happy and the baby would be so loved.

“I hope they get your blue eyes,” Bee would nestle her face into the crook of his neck as they lay together, bodies curled against one another in bed. “They would be so lucky to get your eyes.”

“They can get my eyes but they need your looks,” he’d said back. “We can’t have another one of me running around. I don’t know if the world will be able to handle it.”

As Bee continued to look at herself in the floor length mirror in the bedroom of their house in Vancouver, she heard the door to the ensuite open, Morgan walking out with a towel tied around his waist. His hair was a wet mess, sticking up in every direction. The steam emanating from the bathroom slightly fogged up the floor-to-ceiling windows of their bedroom, overlooking the coastline of the Sunshine Coast. They had purchased the house during the wedding planning process, half-built and ready to customize. After some long-distance planning decisions, decorating and “project manager” Andy Rielly inspecting the job site everyday (since it was only a half-hour drive up the coast from their house, anyway), in a few short months it became their second home. Four bedrooms, just like their home in Toronto. Floor-to-ceiling windows in almost every room to be able to see the spectacular views. A dock with a boathouse. It was all so perfect. She constantly pinched herself.

“Are you feeling okay, Bumblebee?” Morgan asked. She hadn’t even noticed that he’d already put on his underwear and pants. She was that out of it, she guessed. Lost in her mind.

“I’m feeling fine,” she said, nodding her head slightly. “Nervous, but fine. Can you…can you see anything different?”

“Not really,” Morgan admitted softly. “But what I see doesn’t matter. Does it feel different for you?”

Bee nodded her head. “Yeah. Yeah it does.”

Bee watched in the mirror as he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He was still topless, but when she felt the warmth of his body against her bare back, she could have melted into him. “Whatever happens, it’s going to be okay,” he said cradling her small hands in his as they rested on her belly. He placed a tender kiss on her shoulder. “I love you, Bumblebee.”

***

“How are we feeling, Mrs. Rielly?” Dr. Denise smiled as she sat down on her chair, Bee’s file in her hand.

“Good…but anxious,” Bee admitted as she lay down, holding Morgan’s hand beside her. “It’s nice to see you again. I just…we just want to make sure everything is okay.”

“Well, I can see your test results from your last visit to your doctor in Toronto. They all came back completely fine – the urine test, pap smear, blood work – there are no complications whatsoever,” Dr. Denise said, looking over her paperwork that must have been sent to her.

“I’m…I’m more concerned about the health of the baby,” Bee said. She could feel Morgan squeeze her hand from where he was sitting on a chair at her side. He was keeping quiet, and Bee knew it was because he was a mix of nervous and scared. “We’ve suffered two miscarriages already. They were in quick succession last year. They were chromosomal, so we know there was nothing we could have done to stop that, but we just want…we just want to make sure the baby is healthy and developing.”

“I remember being informed, Mrs. Rielly,” Dr. Denise said cautiously. “I read on your records that your doctor sends me from Toronto. We will definitely find a heartbeat for you to hear today, okay? Your last appointment in Toronto showed the baby was developing regularly. There were no complications like there were in your earlier two pregnancies at this stage – the cramping especially. There should be no need to worry. When I measure the baby and its heartbeat we’ll get a better picture.”

Bee nodded her head, and Dr. Denise began to prepare the equipment for the sonogram. “This will be a bit cold, Mrs. Rielly.”

“I remember.”

She squirted the gel on Bee’s stomach, below her belly button, and pressed the wand onto Bee’s skin. This was nothing new to Morgan, who had gone to Bee’s previous appointments with her the last two times, but he still watched intently. When the outline of the baby appeared on the sonogram, Morgan could immediately tell it was more developed than the last two he’d seen. It was bigger; a more prominent shape than he’d seen before. The smile on his face was automatic as he saw it. That was a baby. His baby.

“Alright Mrs. Rielly, if you can try to stay still for me as much as possible, we’ll be able to hear and get an accurate reading of the heartbeat,” Dr. Denise said as she touched a few buttons on the monitor.

This was the point when Bee became absolutely petrified. The last two times it had come to this point, there was nothing. No heartbeat. Just silence. Silence, and then the sound of sniffles and tears, of ripping tissues out of a box, of whimpers to questions and options and information about what would happen next. This was the part she was most scared of, because if there wasn’t a heartbeat again, she’d be devastated – not that she wasn’t devastated the previous two times. But this time would hurt so much more. The third.

Morgan held his breath. He’d been holding it since he walked into the doctor’s office. The only thing he wanted to hear – more than the roaring of a crowd at Scotiabank Arena, more than anything in this world – was his baby’s heartbeat. A baby he helped create. That luxury was stolen from him twice before, and he didn’t want it to be taken away from him again. He knew how eager Bee was to become a mother; he knew how much he wanted to become a father. It had to work out. It had to. There was no other option.

Dr. Denise moved the wand slightly against Bee’s skin. Some more tapping of monitor buttons. Silence. Moving of the wand again. More tapping of buttons.

And then -----

THUMPthump—THUMPthump—THUMPthump—THUMPthump—THUMPthump—

A heartbeat.

Their baby’s heartbeat.

Morgan tried to keep his cool but upon hearing the loud thumps, he let out a sob and tears began streaming down his face. He tried to hold them back; he brought his hand up to his face to try and hide it, he tried to sniff the tears away, but the attempt was futile. He was an absolute mess. There was the baby – their baby – right there on the screen, with a heartbeat. A strong, steady heartbeat. It was magic. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“There we are!” Dr. Denise smiled. “Baby’s heartbeat is fantastic! Nice and strong.”

“They…they’re okay?” Bee couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Tears were streaming down her face too as she squeezed Morgan’s hand so tightly she thought the blood might stop circulating.

“Yes Mrs. Rielly. Everything is okay. Baby Rielly is developing well, the size is exactly what it should be at 12 weeks, and the rate of the heartbeat shows us it’s a very healthy baby,” she confirmed. “You can start letting friends and family know, Mrs. Rielly. I’m sure they’ll be just as excited as you are.”

“Oh my God,” Bee began to cry. “Oh my God. We finally…finally…”

***

“Did you guys have a good trip to the park?” Shirley asked as she set the salad bowl down on the table. Everybody had finished their lunch and was just relaxing on the deck, taking in the beautiful British Columbia sun. Andy finished pouring the last of the wine in his glass.

“It was beautiful,” Morgan said, eyeing Bee. Bee gave him a slight nod. “We actually got you guys a few things. Let me go get them,” he said, leaving the table quickly.

“Got us some things? Why? Morgan, we live here,” Andy called out to him as he disappeared inside the house. Andy focused his attention on Bee. “What in the world?”

“Trust us. It just screamed you guys,” she smiled.

Morgan came back out after a few moments, holding the gifts they had purchased in his hands. He laid them in front of his parents as they looked on, confused. “Come on. Open them.”

They did as they were told, revealing some very nice matching picture frames. “These are very nice, Morgan, but I know for a fact that you didn’t get them at some rinky-dinky gift shop in Stanley Park,” Shirley eyed her son.

“You’re right, you’re right,” he shrugged his shoulders, pretending like they were calling his bluff.

“At least they’re empty though, right?” Bee quipped.

“Well, we’ll have to fill them with something,” Shirley said, looking over at her husband. “What do you think? Photos from when we did that Alaskan cruise?”

“You might want to wait,” Morgan smiled. “We have something else coming. But it’s not going to be here until February.”

There was a dramatic pause. Andy and Shirley looked at their son, their faces blank for a few moments, unsure of what Morgan meant. Did he order something? Something was coming? But then Shirley looked at Bee. She saw the smile on Bee’s face. She saw the light in her eyes and the fact that Bee looked like she was ready to burst, and she knew. She knew right then and there.

So Shirley screamed.

She dropped the frame and she screamed at the top of her lungs. And when she started screaming, Andy looked scared. He looked scared but then he thought about why Shirley was screaming, and he looked over at Bee’s smile, wide as ever, and he too came to the realization. “Are you pregnant?” he asked, barely audible under Shirley’s screams.

Bee nodded her head. “I just hit twelve weeks.”

“Oh my God…oh my God!” he exclaimed as Shirley shoved herself out of her seat to hug her. “I’m gonna be a grandpa! We – Shirley, we’re gonna be grandparents!”

Shirley was crying at this point as she clung onto Bee for dear life. “Oooooooh, I can’t believe it! I can’t believe it!” she kept repeating. “My baby is having a baby! I’m gonna be a grandma!”

***

August 1st, 2024

Back in Toronto, Bee waited impatiently for Angie’s arrival at Oretta Restaurant. The best friends decided to meet up now that they were both in town – with Angie being in Kingston with Mason’s family, and Bee being in Vancouver, they hadn’t seen each other for weeks. She scrolled through her phone after the waitress brought over some lemon water, texting back and forth with Morgan for a while until she finally saw Angie make her way through the door, her flowing dress blowing in every direction as the heavy glass door closed behind her. The hostess brought her directly to Bee, who stood up to hug her.

“Sorry I’m late – parking was a nightmare, as you can imagine,” she said as she set her purse down. “You haven’t ordered or anything, have you?”

“No no, just the water,” Bee waved her off, handing her a menu as she sat down. “I am starving though, so choose quick.”

Angie took a quick glance at the menu, deciding quickly on what she wanted before setting down the regular menu and picking up the drink menu. “Do you, uh, want to get some mimosas or something? I know how much you love your mimosas at brunch,” Angie commented.

Bee smiled. This was not the way she was planning for it to go – she was just planning to slide the picture from the sonogram across the table, truthfully – but hell, this way was as good as any. “You can get one if you want, but um, I’m not drinking…” Bee said, giving her a peeping stare over her menu.

“I’m not drinking either,” Angie responded, trying to conceal a smirk.

It took a few moments for both women to realize the innuendos. Their faces dropped at the exact same time.

“Are you --”

“Are you--”

“Pregnant?!” they both exclaimed, pointing at each other, jaws on the floor.

“You’re – you’re pregnant?!” Bee had to clarify.

“You’re pregnant?!” Angie shrieked.

Both women began nodding their head at the same time, causing the other to shriek and scream in delight, grabbing each other’s hands from across the table until they both got up at the same time and squeezed each other tightly, still screaming.

“When are you due?!” Bee demanded.

“When are you due?!” Angie demanded back.

“I’m early February,” Bee revealed. “When are you due?!”

“I’m early February,” Angie revealed, her jaw dropping again.

Bee couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are we – are we due at the same time?!”

Angie was smiling from ear to ear. “God, does this mean we fucked our husbands on the same night?”

Bee hit her in the arm. “Angela.”

“Think about it!”

“You’re gross,” Bee giggled as the women finally settling back into their seats. “Do you have a picture?”

“Sure do,” Angie began digging in her purse. “You too? Are you guys going to find out what you’re having?”

“No,” Bee shook her head. “We both want to keep it a surprise. You guys?”

“I want to find out. Mason wants it to be a surprise. Of course,” Angie rolled her eyes dramatically.

“Go figure.”

Angie finally slipped the sonogram photo across the table, as Bee did hers. They both oohed and awed at the little babies, commenting on size and heart rate and due date and sonogram experience and doctor and nurse practitioner and ultrasound technician and pre-natal vitamins and pre-natal yoga classes like they were already professionals. The waitress came and took their orders and both blurted out “She’s pregnant!” about each other.

After the waitress left, Angie looked at Bee. There was a moment of silence as the two women just smiled at each other, Angie reaching over the table to grab Bee’s hand. “I can’t…Bee…” she began, getting emotional at the drop of a dime. “I can’t believe we’re pregnant at the same time.”

“I know. It’s crazy,” she commented.

“Our kids…our kids are gonna grow up together,” Angie continued, the emotion evident in her voice. “I can’t believe…I can’t…”

“I know, Angie. I know,” Bee squeezed her hand tightly. “It’s our wildest dream actually coming true. The magic isn’t lost on me. Trust me.”

***

September 14th, 2024

So I can confirm Bee McTavish (Rielly’s wife) is pregnant. Saw her out today with a friend (that girl she’s always in pics with) and they both had bumps.

Wow anon thanks for the info! How far along would you say she looked?

Bee really trapped Mo with a baby!!!!!

Seriously, anon? They’re married. She didn’t “trap” him at all. Grow up.

The glow up of Bee McTavish has to be the best story ever. Girl grew up in public housing with an alcoholic mom and now she’s a multi-millionaire with two homes and a professional athlete husband. I want her life lol

You and me both!

Bee’s glow up may be goals but Morgan still cheats on her all the time. It’s pathetic what these girls will put up with for the sake of status.

I highly doubt Morgan cheats on Bee, anon

Bee McTavish is 100% pregnant. But don’t let that fool you. She is still stuck up as ever. Selfish. Only cares about herself. She thinks just because she’s a Leafs WAG she’s hot shit. She’s always been pathetic and she always will be pathetic. Hilarious that now that she’s pregnant she’s gonna get even fatter. Wonder if she’ll lose the baby weight or just get lipo.

Yeah anon, the woman who still has her own job and who made Toronto Life’s list of “50 Most Influential Torontonians” for her philanthropy and charity work is “selfish” and “pathetic”.

***

October 25th, 2024

Bee’s feet were throbbing. It was partially her fault for having walked around Yorkdale for almost four hours, zipping through all the shops and loading up on more onesies, maternity clothes, plush animals, and spit up towels that she could shake a stick at, but she felt in the mood to nest that day. All the baby books said it would happen, and for her, it wasn’t a gradual shift. It was immediate. It felt like the second she hit five months pregnant, she needed to nest.

She hauled in some of the large bags herself, staying in the doorway as she heard hammers hitting something and thumps coming from upstairs. She furrowed her brows. She knew it was an off-day for Morgan – she thought he’d be napping, or at the gym. “Morgan?” she called out.

“Up here!” she could faintly hear his voice.

She climbed up the stairs slowly, making her way towards the sounds she was hearing – the bedroom they had designated as the baby’s room, the nursery.

“Make sure the lines are straight!” she heard Morgan chastise.

“It’s fucking paint, dude! The wall is gonna be all one colour when I’m done!” a voice she immediately recognized as Tyler’s spat back.

When she opened the door and saw what she did, her heart grew three sizes. There was Morgan, power drill and toolset spread all over the floor, building the baby’s crib that had just come in last week. On the opposite side of the room, Tyler stood in old clothes holding a paint roller, half the wall already painted in the neutral greenish-grey colour she and Morgan had agreed on.

Morgan looked up from his kneeling position where he was reading the instructions. “Hey beautiful,” he smiled warmly.

“Hi,” she said softly, a bit overwhelmed at the scene in front of her. She looked towards Tyler. “Hi.”

“You like the colour?” he asked.

She nodded. “I love it. I…” she couldn’t find the words. Tears almost automatically formed in her eyes. “I love you guys so much.”

***

November 5th, 2024

“Hey mamma,” Morgan cooed, climbing onto the bed with the jar of cocoa butter in his hands. “You ready for your daily rub?”

“It sounds really gross when you put it that way,” Bee giggled, lifting her pajama shirt to expose her belly. She was officially twenty-seven weeks along now, and everybody was commenting on how big she was. Instead of a small dainty bumps like Aryne, Ashley, and Lucy had years ago, and more recently for Alannah, Bee’s was much bigger and rounder. It protruded out dramatically. People were joking that she had twins in there, though she assured them there was only one. She wondered how much more she could grow. “Do you still think I’m cute now that I have my own orbit?”

“I always think you’re cute,” he said, unscrewing the cap. He bent down quickly and kissed the top of her belly. “You’re even cuter when you’re carrying our child.”

Bee smirked. “You’re saying that so I bake an extra batch of cookies today.”

“No I’m not!” he giggled. “I think you’re the cutest, sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world, Bumblebee. You know that.”

Morgan had taken to helping her rub cocoa butter all over her bump to help with the inevitable stretch marks. He loved it. Not just because it was an intimate moment between him and his wife that started and ended each day, but also because whenever he started rubbing, the baby began to kick. It was the best feeling in the world. The first time it happened, he began to tear up. He was so shocked that he poked and prodded her bump for ten minutes trying to feel the baby kick again.

He smothered the cream onto Bee’s swollen belly, rubbing it all over her gently as she helped. Like clockwork, the baby began to kick. He felt it at first – the light taps against his palm he began to recognize so well, but soon, he not only felt, but saw the baby kick. Bee’s skin stretched out dramatically; it looked like the baby was kickboxing. “Jesus,” he gasped as he watched it happen again, stopping all his hand movements. “Did that hurt?”

“No, I’m good.”

“When did that start happening?” he asked.

Bee shrugged her shoulders. “It’s been happening for a while.”

“My God,” he still couldn’t believe it. “I know the books said it’s totally normal to see that happen but it’s still weird.”

“I know,” she smiled. “If only you knew what it felt like.” She watched as Morgan didn’t respond – instead, focusing on poking and prodding her belly to see her skin move and contort again from the baby’s punches or kicks. “Don’t encourage them. They might punch my bladder and I’ll pee all over this bed.”

Morgan snorted at her comment. “I just think it’s the coolest thing in the world. That’s our baby in there.”

“Our baby,” she smiled, resting her hand over his.

***

December 21st, 2024

“What about George?”

“We are absolutely not naming our baby George.”

“What about Leo?”

“We can’t do Leo. Angie and Mason are doing Leon if it’s a boy and it’s too close. And I’m not going to be that bitch that takes a baby name from someone else.”

“What about Christopher?”

“No way.”

“Daniel?”

“No.”

“Okay…you know what? Let’s switch to girl names,” Morgan said as he clutched the book of baby names in his hand. He readjusted his position, making sure not to disturb Maggie, whose head was lying peacefully on Bee’s legs, and Bruce, who was curled at her feet sleeping. “What do you think of Ava?”

“Too overused.”

“Amelia?”

“No.”

“Aurora?”

“Borealis?” Bee quipped.

Morgan was exasperated. “Briony, you’re due in six weeks and we still haven’t figured out a name for the baby,” he began. “We need to get some ideas or else they won’t have a name.”

“But they’re all so…blergh!” she exclaimed. “The name has to be perfect, Morgan. It can’t just be something we throw out there because we couldn’t think of anything else. They’re going to have this name for the rest of their life. It has to be perfect.”

Morgan looked at his wife. “Are these the hormones talking? Because last week that little girl in the grocery store was named Amelia and you said it was cute.”

“It is a cute name, but not for my own child,” Bee was firm.

“Okay…” Morgan facepalmed, unable to see the reasoning – or lack thereof – in Bee’s denial of all the baby names he’d thrown at her. “We should take a break.”

“Can you bring me a piece of the banana loaf I made earlier?” she asked sweetly, as if she hadn’t just shot down every name he suggested. “I can’t move. Maggie’s sleeping.”

Morgan looked down at her, sitting upright in bed, the cutest little smile on her face. There was six weeks left until her due date and she was huge. Massive. He didn’t understand the physics of it. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“This is your seed that’s making me so picky,” she winked. “I was never like this before.”

“Hmm, you think so,” Morgan quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“HEY!”

***

February 4th, 2025

Bee was literally waddling. It was embarrassing. But she was huge. And movement was getting more and more impossible by the day. She couldn’t stay on her feet for too long. She couldn’t sit down for too long. Some days, she felt like she couldn’t exist for too long. Her ankles swelled. She had the worst heartburn ever. She had to pee every thirty seconds. Her back hurt. Her back always fucking hurt.

But none of that mattered, because Leon Rocco Joseph Bennett was finally in the world.

Mason had called in the middle of the night, letting her know that Angie’s water broke and they were on their way, but to stay sleeping and come in the morning because it was very obviously going to take a while. Well, it didn’t. Within six hours Angie gave birth to a healthy boy, and Bee was woken up with another phone call with the news.

“Ma’am, are you lost? Do you need me to take you back to your room?” a very polite and helpful nurse stopped Bee in the hallway, her eyes focused on Bee’s enormous bump.

“Oh, I’m not – no, I’m not due yet,” Bee laughed slightly. “I’m actually here for a friend.”

“You look like you’re about to pop.”

“Next week!” Bee scurried down the hall, not wanting the nurse to hold her against her will.

When she finally arrived to Angie’s room, she saw Josh holding his nephew, cooing at him softly. Rocco was standing behind him, watching closely, while Clarette was sitting on the chair beside Angie’s bed. “Hellooooo,” she said softly, smiling at everybody.

“Hey!” Clarette exclaimed, standing to give her a big hug. After she finished, Bee moved on to Angie, sitting up in the bed, bending down to hug her tightly.

Inevitably, Bee’s giant bump got in the way, causing Angie to laugh. “You’re about to pop any second, Bee.”

“You popped first though,” Bee commented. “I better have a six hour labour like you or else I’m calling the police.”

“You wanna hold him?” Josh asked, approaching her slowly. “He’s just as much your nephew as he is mine.”

Josh passed Leon over gently, and Bee rested him on her bump as she held him in her arms. “Hi Leon,” she cooed gently as she took a seat on the edge of Angie’s bed. “Hello Leon. It’s me. It’s Bee.”

As Leon’s eyes looked up at hers, she felt a shiver run up her spine, realizing that in a very, very short amount of time, she’d be holding her own baby, her own son or daughter, in her arms lovingly.

She smiled.

***

Saturday February 15th, 2025

“Oh my Lord, Bee,” Aryne commented as she hugged her…well, tried to hug her. It had to become one of those more awkward side-hugs because of Bee’s girth. “You’ve dropped, haven’t you?”

“I don’t even know anymore. I’m two weeks overdue. I just…I just want my back to stop hurting,” Bee sighed.

“Should you even be here?” Aryne cautioned, trying to take in how big and round one of her best friends was. The roar of the crowd could already be heard as people filed into Scotiabank Arena. “I know it’s Hockey Night in Canada and it’s against the Habs but…”

“I was adamant that I was going to be here,” Bee shook her head. “I need to…I don’t know, not be cooped up in my house all day. I need to get out. Hopefully I’ll be able to fit in the damn seats.”

Aryne was cautious as Bee waddled around the family room before they made their way down to their seats. She was secretly thankful that Jace and Isabella weren’t there that night, because she felt like Bee was going to pop at any moment. She could see the physical discomfort in Bee’s face anytime she had to get up from her seat or go up and down a set of stairs. Bee tried to hide it but Aryne could see. She’d been through it twice before. She knew.

Aryne tried to be extra attentive to the physical discomfort that would manifest itself on Bee’s face, but between the faces Bee was making for what was happening during the game and the faces she was making from whatever the baby was doing inside her, Aryne couldn’t keep up.

With Morgan already getting two assists on the goals by John and Auston by the mid-way point of the second period, Bee was a happy camper as she stood up and waddled her way to the washroom. Aryne waited patiently for her to come back, but as the period went on, and the TV breaks were taken, Aryne got worried. She budgeted a bit of extra time, but Bee still hadn’t returned. On instinct, she checked her phone.

Can you come help me in the washroom?

Ones in the family room.

Aryne jolted out of her seat. She ran up the stairs and back into the friends and family room, knocking on the bathroom door dramatically. “It’s me!” she called out.

Bee opened the door almost automatically. She seemed fine. “Hey.”

“Are you alright?” Aryne demanded.

“Aryne, I need you to remain calm when I tell you this,” she cautioned, “but I need you to take me to the hospital.”

Aryne’s eyes bulged out of her head. “Baby’s coming?”

“Baby’s coming.”

Aryne nodded, grabbing hold of Bee’s hand. “Let me get somebody’s attention to tell Morgan--”

“No.”

Aryne stopped for a moment. “Bee--”

“Let him finish the game. He’s having a good game. It’s only, like, half an hour. It’ll be fine. The baby isn’t going to be born in half an hour.”

“Briony.”

“Call Angie and Mason, please? And Clarette and Rocco. But don’t let anybody tell Morgan until he’s in the tunnel and we’ve won the game.”

***

Morgan was elated. He got three assists on their 5-0 win over the Montreal Canadiens and Freddie’s shutout made it that much sweeter. The boys were in a great mood, loud and ecstatic as they cheered down the hallway that led them back to their locker room. Media were already running around, prepping themselves for post-game interviews.

As he turned the corner, one of the Leafs personnel got his attention, literally stepping in front of him to get him to stop walking. “Mr. Rielly?”

“Yes?”

“Bee’s in labour. You need to go.”

Morgan’s eyes bulged out of his head. “Bee’s – what?! Bee’s in labour?”

“Yes.”

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“She’s already at the hospital.”

“Already at the – what the hell?! When – where – when did she leave?!” he dropped his stick and practically threw off his helmet.

“Sir, she was adamant that I not to tell you during the game --”

“I gotta go,” Morgan shook his head, rushing back into the locker room. A lot of the guys were already out of their jerseys, looking at him as he burst in. “Chief, I gotta go now,” he directed at Sheldon Keefe, pulling his jersey over his head quickly.

“What’s going on?” Sheldon asked.

“Bee’s in labour.”

A round of loud whoops and hollers from the boys filled the locker room as he took off his gear, causing him to smile. He knew he’d see some of them after everything – after his first child was born – and he knew someone would probably mention it to a reporter since the ones waiting outside definitely heard everyone screaming about it. But in less time than it took him to make one of his famous grilled cheese sandwiches that Bee craved all throughout his pregnancy, he was out the door and speeding through the Toronto streets, on his way to the hospital.

***

Tuesday, February 18th, 2025

So it wasn’t a six-hour labour like Bee had hoped.

Bee was in labour for two days.

It was almost unbearable. It was a prolonged labour, obviously, due to slow dilation, but nothing else – the baby was monitored heavily, and everything was fine in that regard. But Bee was uncomfortable, and Morgan was antsy, and Aryne kept calling to make sure everything was okay, and Tyler kept calling to make sure everything was okay, and Shirley and Andy were flying in from Vancouver and…

It was a lot. There was a lot of monitoring. A lot of checking up. A lot of talk about inducing labour if things didn’t progress. It was because it was a big baby. Morgan barely slept, but that was fine. Andy and Shirley landed and were taking a taxi straight to the hospital. Morgan would have to make decisions. Bee would have to make the ultimate decisions. Yes to an epidural. Yes to this. Yes to that. Tried to sleep. Tried to walk. Tried to this, tried to that. Then the doctor checked on Bee again and said she was almost fully dilated.

And then, like lightning, she was fully dilated. It was time to push.

Morgan changed into a pair of scrubs thanks to the nurses. Bee’s legs were propped up on those stilts as she groaned in pain and held onto his hand for dear life, squeezing it so hard his blood circulation stopped. Morgan helped coach her breathing, helped her count, helped the nurses count as she pushed. He caressed her head, told her how amazing she was doing.

“Bee, push for one…two…three…four…”

“AAAAAOOOOOWWWWWW!!!!!”

“You got this Bumblebee, you got it. Push. Push.”

“And again Bee, for one…two…three…”

“We see the head Bee! You’re crowning! Keep pushing! Keep pushing!”

“You’re doing a great job, Bumblebee.”

“One more time Bee. For one…two…three…four…five…six…”

And then, there were cries. Loud, ear-shattering, healthy cries of a baby. And when Bee opened her eyes, and when Morgan looked over, the doctor was holding up their baby.

Their son.

“Congratulations! It’s a boy!” she announced happily, placing the baby on Bee’s chest delicately as it continued to wail and scream at his new surroundings that were most definitely not as cozy as his previous living arrangements.

Bee began to cry from pure happiness and elation as she touched her son, cradling him against her chest. “Hi baby,” she cried out, kissing the top of his head softly. “We’ve been waiting for you. You’re finally here.”

Morgan had tears running down his cheeks as he looked down on his wife and son. His son. He leaned in and cradled his son’s head in his large hands, taking a deep breath in. “We have a son,” he whispered in astonishment, looking at Bee. She had the same look of wonder in her eyes. “We have a son.”

The nurses and midwives began to clean him, wiping him down and suctioning the mucus and other fluids out of his throat and nose. Their son continued to wail and cry, but both Bee and Morgan knew that was healthy. That was what he was supposed to be doing. Bee whispered soothing words to him, kissing the top of his head again gently.

“Hey dad,” their doctor said, handing Morgan a small pair of medical scissors. “Do the honours.”

Dad. Morgan almost sobbed at the word dad. He could barely register the rest of the sentence. He took the scissors and carefully cut the umbilical cord.

“Mrs. Rielly, we need to quickly go weigh and measure him now for the records, but we’ll bring him back to you quickly wrapped in his blanket, or you can continue your skin-to-skin contact,” the midwife smiled.

Bee nodded her head as the midwife scooped up their son in a clean towel, watching as she brought the baby over to the scale. Morgan watched too, the nurses suctioning the last of the mucus out of his mouth and nose before readying the receiving blanket. The other nurses helped clean up around Bee, making her feel comfortable again. Everything that she read in the baby books happened. “Nine pounds, eight ounces,” one of the nurses announced to them with a giant smile on her face. “A big, bouncing baby boy.”

Bee looked up at Morgan. She was tired, she was exhausted, she had just given birth to a nine pound baby, but she had a smile on her face. “We have a son,” she repeated her words from earlier. “Morgan, we have a son.”

“You were amazing,” he whispered, bending down to kiss her quickly. “You did so well, Bumblebee. I’m in awe of you.”

After everything was completed and baby was taken care of, he was brought back to Bee and Morgan swaddled in a blanket, with a cute little hat on his head. “You can remove the blanket if you’d like, and continue the skin-to-skin,” the nurse explained, “because we noticed he’s rooting. Baby’s already hungry. We’ll help with the latching.”

Bee became nervous. She knew how difficult breastfeeding was for a lot of women, but she wanted so desperately to be able to breastfeed her baby and establish that bond right from the beginning. But there were always problems, and complications, and she was nervous about the baby not latching and her doing something wrong and not producing enough milk and not being good enough and –

She couldn’t think about that now. Her baby was hungry. So she began to do what she read about in all the baby books. She lowered her hospital gown, she moved their son into a comfortable position. The nurse helped with the placement, and he latched on quickly. He began to suck almost automatically.

“Do you feel a tugging sensation, Mrs. Rielly?” the nurse asked. Bee nodded her head. “A tugging sensation, not a pinching.”

“I feel tugging,” Bee confirmed, nodding her head. “Tugging.”

The small sounds of him sucking could be heard, and the nurse smiled. “You’re good to go, Mrs. Rielly. I’ll leave you two for a bit for some privacy and time alone. We’ll be around – just buzz if he stops or loses his latch.”

As the nurse left the room, Morgan settled in beside Bee on the bed, cradling the baby’s head in his hand again, leaning down to kiss it gently once again. “Does it feel okay?” he asked.

Bee nodded her head. “I can feel it. It’s…I can feel it.”

“Okay. Okay,” Morgan whispered, kissing her forehead. “You’re amazing, Briony. I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she said, looking up at him to kiss him before focusing on their baby again.

They were silent for a while, just watching their son as he fed, his eyes closed as he continued to suck. Bee couldn’t keep her eyes off of him. He was perfect in every way possible, and she couldn’t believe she was so lucky. She was a mom.

“I want to name him Andrew,” Bee said suddenly, a few stray tears still rolling down her cheeks. She looked up at Morgan snuggled into her, his hand caressing his son’s head delicately again. “It has to be Andrew. Andy.”

“Like dad?”

“Yeah,” she nodded her head, looking down at her son. “I don’t care what the middle name is. But it has to be Andrew.”

“Then it’s going to be Andrew,” Morgan smiled, a tear rolling down his cheek.

***

(please imagine the plush as a little fox!)

The Toronto Maple Leafs and the entire MLSE organization would like to extend our heartfelt congratulations to Maple Leafs defenceman Morgan Rielly and his wife Briony Rielly on the birth of their son, Andrew John Rielly.

Morgan Rielly will not be travelling with the team to play in the Wednesday, February 19th game against the New York Rangers to ensure the health and wellbeing of his family.

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Alone, Together | Never Be Alone: Epilogue 1 | Morgan Rielly

June 2022

“Tia Bee, youw haiw so soft,” two-and-a-half year old Jace Tavares grabbed a chunk of Bee’s hair as she balanced him on her hip. His toothy grin was wide, his big brown eyes smiling as he let go on the chunk but began running his fingers through her hair instead. “So soft.”

“Thank you, Jace,” Bee giggled. Jace touched her hair whenever Bee picked him up. From beside her, Aryne laughed, her pregnant belly, swollen with her and John’s second child, popping through her blazer. “Do you want a cookie from the nice man?”

“Yes pwease!”

“What kind?”

“Chocowate chip!”

“Heeeeyyyyy, that’s my favourite cookie!” Angie protested playfully as the barista behind the counter grabbed a chocolate chip cookie with the tongs he was holding. “Can I take a biiiig bite out of your cookie?”

“Noooo!” Jace giggled. “You buy own cookie!”

The girls laughed as Aryne paid for everybody’s coffees and snacks, pushing her stroller to the counter where they chatted and awaited their drinks. Jace was already munching on his cookie in Bee’s arms, Aryne sipping on her green tea while Bee and Angie awaited their iced coffees. Jace eventually wiggled in Bee’s arms and asked to be put back in his stroller, and she happily obliged, strapping him in.

As the ladies made their way back to Aryne’s Range Rover in the underground parking of Yorkdale, loading all their bags into the trunk, Angie slipped into the backseat with Jace while Bee took the passenger’s seat. “I should actually go to my parents’ house – it’s not that far and I’m due for a visit” Angie commented, snaking the seatbelt across her body. The car light flashed on the ring on her left hand – the ring that Mason gave her one year ago as they exchanged vows on a beach in Cuba in front of close friends and family. It was the only destination wedding Bee had been to, but it was definitely the best. Angie looked beautiful, Mason looked handsome, and she spent a week on a beach with them, the Favaros, and Morgan. She couldn’t have asked for anything better.

“It’s closer – I’m sure Aryne won’t mind,” Bee said as Aryne slipped into the front seat.

“Where to? Your Uber driver needs to know,” Aryne smiled at Angie through the rear-view mirror.

“To Bathurst and Sheppard please, where Clarette Favaro is probably already knee deep in dirt planting vegetables.”

Aryne backed out of her spot, driving through the underground parking to get to the exit. Once they emerged into the sunlight, Angie’s phone rang from the backseat. “Hello?...Morgan?” Angie asked, her brows furrowing. Bee whipped her head around at the mention of his name. “Morgan, is everything okay?...Well, we were just in underground par – yeah of course she’s with me….Uh huh…Okay…Yeah. Yeah, we can bring her no problem…Is it urgent? Okay…text me the address…”

“What’s wrong?” Bee mouthed to Angie, but she didn’t answer. Angie kept nodding her head. “Yeah. Yeah okay. We’ll bring her as soon as possible. We’ll be there soon. We’ll speed.”

It was Bee’s turn to furrow her brows as Angie hung up the phone. “What’s going on?”

“That was Morgan. He just needs to see you right now,” Angie said. “We’ll bring you to him.”

“Where is he?”

“He texted me the address,” she said, leaning forward. She showed her phone screen to Aryne, away from Bee’s eye. “Do you know where this is? Can you go here?”

Aryne took a quick glance at the screen. “Absolutely. I know exactly where that is. I’ll get us there in no time.”

***

Bee was nervous the entire time that Aryne drove them to wherever Morgan was. Bee didn’t even pay attention to her surroundings and where they were going – she was too busy furiously texting Morgan on her phone – no response from him, naturally – and asking Angie a bunch of questions. What did he sound like? Was everything alright? Did he sound hurt? Was he crying? Was he angry? Did he seem pissed off? Had something happened with the Leafs and they were the last to know about it?

When Aryne finally arrived at the destination, driving up to the curb and parking, Bee practically tuck-and-rolled out of the car. “Morgan!” she called out, running up to him as he was waiting for her on the front porch of a house. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” she asked hurriedly.

“Damn, Aryne got you here quick,” he commented, a smirk on his face. “Tell her she’s gotta slow down. Precious cargo and all that.”

The fact that he was so blasé confused her. Angie’s tone seemed a little bit frantic, and although she answered all of Bee’s questions to the best of her abilities, her answers didn’t really, well…answer anything. Bee was determined to get to the bottom of it. “Are you hurt?” she asked.

“No, no,” he shook his head. “I just gotta show you something.”

With the realization that he wasn’t hurt or seemingly in danger, she was able to calm down. She finally noticed his clothes – a plain old t-shirt, old jeans, and runners. Behind him, a doorway surrounded by white trimming and red brick. Finally, she really took in that they were standing on the porch of a house. “Where…whose house is this?”

“Come in. Come inside,” he said, ignoring her question, his smirk still adorning his face. “Here,” he handed her a hard hat. He had another in his hand, presumably for him, that she hadn’t noticed until now. “You’re gonna need this.”

“A hardhat? Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Bee looked back to see Aryne’s Range Rover already gone. Instead, she was greeted with the streetscape – beautiful, old, lush trees; large, stately Tudor and Edwardian style manor homes, kept in pristine condition from when they were first built, and perfectly manicured lawns. Quiet, quiet streets.

“Welcome to 220 Dunvegan Road,” Morgan announced, stretching out his arms to present the house before putting on his hard hat and opening the door.

Bee stepped foot inside the house behind Morgan, looking around at what greeted her – pretty much nothing. When she finally closed the front door behind her, she noticed a majority of the house was stripped down to the studs. There were still some beams here and there, and the stained-glass windows were still perfectly intact. “Where…where even are we?” she asked, still confused, trying to take everything in.

“I just said. 220 Dunvegan Road,” he repeated. “This house is on one of Forest Hill’s most coveted streets. It has over 5000 square feet of living space.”

“You sound like a real estate agent,” she commented.

“Maybe I am,” he winked as he grabbed her hand. “Come with me. Let me show you.”

Morgan took her upstairs first, up the grand staircase that dominated the foyer – and the upstairs was ripped to the studs even more than the downstairs. There were barely any walls – or wood for walls – anymore. “So this is where the bedrooms would go…obviously,” he said as he led her through the ‘rooms’. “The master would be towards the back, overlooking the backyard…where those windows are there,” he pointed. “You’d have enough space to have a massive bedroom, but then a spa-like master ensuite with a shower and a tub over here,” he began framing with his hands, “and even a huge walk in closet right over here,” he switched sides and began framing with his hands again. “His and hers, or together – doesn’t matter. Both are possible because there’s so much space.”

“Okay…” Bee said, trying to picture everything he was saying.

“Then, of course, the other bedrooms. Three, at least. Each of them would have their own ensuite bathrooms too…one here,” he pointed, bringing her along down the hallway with him, “another here,” he moved further down the hallway, and around the bend, “and then the last one here,” he moved on once more until he was finished. “And then, actually – geeze, I almost forgot – right over here could be a second floor laundry room. Or else it could go on the main floor, basement – wherever – but second floor laundry is so convenient, because nobody would have to haul baskets up and down stairs.”

He was right. Lugging baskets of towels or clothes upstairs could take a lot out of a person. A second-floor laundry room would be very convenient. Bee nodded her head slightly, again trying to picture everything he was saying – how the layout would be in the house. “The bedrooms would be huge,” she commented softly.

“They would be. Cozy, but big. They’ve all still got big windows but there’d be enough space,” he said, grabbing her hand again. “What do you think?”

“It’s a bit…it’s a bit hard to visualize for me, but I can see it,” she admitted, looking around once more to where he had pointed out bedrooms and bathrooms and laundry rooms. “Everything would be so…I don’t know the right real estate term. Graciously proportioned?” she giggled slightly.

“Something like that,” he smiled, leading her down the hall. “Come on, let’s go downstairs.”

As they made their way back down the grand staircase, Morgan walked in front of Bee and held her hand to make sure she didn’t fall or lose her balance. She jumped down the last step playfully, causing her hardhat to cover her eyes. Morgan shook his head at her as he readjusted it so she could see again. “You’re gonna need your eyes for this Bumblebee.”

“Will I?”

“Come on, this side first,” he grabbed her hand again and led her back to the front of the house. “This is like…the living room, dining room combination,” Morgan began explaining again. “The idea is that it’s open in case you need to extend the dining section, but still sort of sectioned off that the rooms are separate,” he walked into the room, again holding out his arms to show the vastness of empty space. “Look at these stained-glass windows – it’d be dumb to take them out. And look,” he turned around, tapping the old mantle, “the original, wood-burning fireplace from when this place was originally built in the 1920s.”

“The 1920s? My God,” Bee mumbled, unable to keep the smile off her face. “I’ve always loved the wood-burning fireplace Rocco and Clarette have.”

“I know,” Morgan smirked, “that’s why it’s good that this place has two. One here, and one in the family room.”

The smile couldn’t leave Bee’s face. With every passing second, she found it easier to visualize what the rooms would look like once walls and detailing were up, and what it could be furnished with. “That mantle could be custom-built,” she commented. “With like…what do they call them? Built ins?”

“Mhm. Built-ins,” he smirked, nodding his head. “Come with me,” he grabbed onto her hand again as they exited the room back into the foyer. “So over there – big big entrance closet, and then over here, right beside it, is French doors leading to the library,” he walked through the open archway into the room.

“A library?” Bee questioned. “You mean this was a house with a library?”

“It could be a library,” he clarified, turning around. “Giant window looking out into the street over there, and on this wall, and this wall, and this wall,” he pointed to the remaining three walls, “floor to ceiling bookcases. They can be oak, white – whatever colour. A big desk right here, in the centre, or looking over the window…”

Bee began to visualize once again. She nodded her head. “All that natural light coming in would be beautiful. It would be a good reading space, I think.”

“Wouldn’t it? And then here,” he stepped outside, having her follow him, “the main floor powder room, or laundry room, or power-laundry combination – whatever…but finally, finally…”

He grabbed her hand one last time and led her to the back of the house. The original walls had already been torn out – she figured as much – and what was left was a giant, open space. Giant. She was pretty sure this section of the house alone was bigger than their apartment. “This is the kitchen – family room combination. Family room here – another wood burning fireplace. There can be built-in bookshelves surrounding it. Big TV up top. Surround sound, naturally,” he winked, “with French doors out onto the deck over there,” he began walked backwards to the other section of the massive room. “And then…last but not least…the kitchen,” he motioned. “Everyday informal eating area here,” he motioned his hands around where they were standing, “and then here, a massive island – massive – and bar seating. Quartz counters. Six burner stove, fridge – the works. A chef’s kitchen, completely. Big window above the sink to look out onto the backyard. Hardwood floors. Undermount sink. The works.”

Bee could picture everything. The white cabinets. The backsplash. The quartz counters. The stainless steel appliances. Everything. She could picture everything.

“But there could be changes, Bumblebee. If you wanted more windows, we could put more windows in the bedrooms. Bigger ones. Or if you wanted one of those accordion doors in the kitchen leading out to the deck, that can happen. That can be put in,” Morgan said.

Bee noticed his word choice and furrowed her brows. It was going to be a beautiful house one day, surely, but…“Why do you say ‘if you wanted’?” she asked. “What do I have to do with any of this?”

Morgan paused. He knew she was overwhelmed but he was a bit shocked she didn’t get it by now. He couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “This is our house, Briony,” he said.

The words were like a foreign language to her. She had to digest each word individually before she could move forward. “Th…This…this is our house?”

Morgan nodded his head. “This is our house. This is where we’re going to build our house. This is where…this is where you’re going to get your dream kitchen, right here. Right where we’re standing,” he said. “This is where you’re going to get your library for all your books. This is…this is where we’re going to live, Bumblebee.”

As she listened to Morgan’s words, Bee’s chest began to heave slightly. This was going to be their house. Their home. This is where they would live together. Cook together. Sleep together. Read together. Entertain together. Hang pictures on the walls together. Bring in firewood from the garage together. Stub their toe on the couch together.

Raise a family together.

“I don’t…h…when…” Bee was speechless.

“I bought it…God, your graduation day,” Morgan revealed, knowing the question she was desperate to formulate. “Your graduation day when you made me bring your Chanel purse. I emptied out the stuff in it so you’d have room and I saw the feature sheet for this place and well…I went to visit it a few weeks later because I couldn’t get it out of my head. And I fell in love with it. I don’t know why you got that feature sheet – why you had it in your bag or whatever – but the second I stepped foot I the door I knew this was our house,” he told her. “I bought it right then and there. I knew there were so many things left for you to do in your life and your career so I rented it out for a bit, just sort of kept it, but now…now that I’ve signed a contract to stay, Bumblebee, and now that we know for sure, I just…this is our house. This is our home, Briony.”

Bee was stiff. Suddenly, she could see the fire and hear the crackle of the wood burning as she was draped in blankets during a cozy night in. She could hear the water running and the oven alarm going off as she baked in the kitchen. She could see herself furiously typing away in the office surrounded by her books. She could hear the pitter-patter of little feet upstairs on the hardwood floor. Tears began falling down her cheeks as she saw her future laid out for her in the studs of the house. She was overwhelmed with feelings trying to take everything in. “This…this is going to be our home?”

“Bumblebee?” Morgan asked from behind her.

She didn’t even realize she had turned around to have her back to him. When she spun around at the sound of his voice, she saw him down on one knee. Her breath hitched in her throat. “Morgan…”

“Bumblebee, you know how much I love you,” he began, holding the small box in his hand. “You’ve made me a better person and I can’t picture myself spending the rest of my life with anybody else. You’ve been with me through thick and thin. I’ve loved you for the past four years. I’ll love you forever. Briony McTavish, will you marry me?”

Bee was nodding her head before he even opened the ring box. It was the easiest decision she’d ever made in her life, but she somehow couldn’t find the words as the tears streamed down her face. Morgan smiled at her reaction. “Is that a yes?” he teased.

“The biggest yes I’ve ever given anything.”

When he finally opened the box, Bee audibly gasped at the sparkle and size of the ring presented to her. At first, she didn’t extend her hand so he could put it on. “Morgan…it’s…it’s beautiful.”

“Can I put it on you?”

Bee finally extended a shaky hand for him to slip the ring onto her finger. It was massive radiant cut set in a hidden halo with a thin, intricate infinity band. The entire thing was set in platinum and sparkled like nothing she had ever seen before. Morgan stood up before pushing it on gently. When he was done, Bee grabbed his face and brought it down to kiss him passionately. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Don’t you want to take a look at it?”

“I wanna kiss you first,” she kissed him again. “I wanna…you could have gotten me a ring pop and I would have said yes.” When she finally did stop kissing him, she looked down to the sparkler on her hand. “Oh my Lanta, Morgan,” she whispered, holding it up to get an even better look at it.

“Did I do good?”

Bee gave him a look. “You did great, baby.”

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Alone, Together | Chapter 40 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: 200, 505 words later, Morgan and Bee’s story has come to an end. In all honesty, what can I say? This has been an absolute whirlwind and I cannot believe how much love and support and engagement this story got. Like...you guys have no idea. I want to thank each and every single one of you for reading, commenting, liking, reblogging, and for sending in all your canon asks for this world I have created for Morgan and Bee. This story would not have been as successful if it weren’t for you guys. I hope you guys enjoyed their journey.

Like I’ve been saying, there WILL be epilogues (right now there’s four) of varying lengths detailing/outlining their future. Keep an eye out.

My new Fred story will be launched after the epilogues. Check out my Masterlist for the title and quick description!

“You look beautiful Bumblebee,” Morgan said softly as he watched Bee adjust her dress in the mirror of the elevator, patting it down and straightening it out and running her hands through her hair one last time. She looked so elegant and stylish and Morgan couldn’t believe how good she looked in just a black turtleneck and tweed dress.

“You think so?” she asked absent-mindedly. “I made sure the dress--”

“Bumblebee, you look great. So elegant. You always look great,” Morgan reiterated. “You could have worn a burlap sac.”

“Um, Larry Tanenbaum is going to be here. I don’t think he’d appreciate me showing up in a burlap sac,” she quipped. She had to take a day off work for this. She was so lucky Mark was a hockey fan and let her do stuff like this without question – if it was anybody else, she probably wouldn’t be able to afford the luxury.

“You’ve met Larry Tanenbaum before.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know he was Larry Tanenbaum. I thought he was just some old guy.”

Morgan snorted. “I think her prefers that, to be honest.”

Bee took a deep breath, trying to collect herself and her thoughts. “I just…do you…do you remember New Year’s Eve?”

“When you asked me ‘Do you like me more with all the nice clothes?’” Morgan asked, knowing automatically what she was talking about. That night still stood out to him, all this time later, as a night they had really progressed in their relationship and their trust in each other. Bee had expressed insecurity about her new situation; Morgan helped boost her confidence to get her through it. That confidence kept growing and growing. Now, she stood before him as a self-assured woman, mostly confident in her place in the world. Mostly, because nobody was ever truly fully confident. But she had learned. She grew. She adapted.

Bee nodded her head. “I was so…different back then. I thought there would be two different Brionys. I thought there was like, poor and rich Briony. Cheap Briony and…you know, old Briony and new Briony. I never considered that like…Briony – me – I can be a progression,” she expressed. “I don’t have to be stuck to my old self. I don’t have to be stuck to my old thoughts or old habits. I can be a progression.”

“Of course you can,” Morgan nodded his head. “You can be anything you want to be, Bumblebee.”

“I want to be a progression,” she reiterated once more, her voice more confident. “I want to be Briony McTavish who was once nervous and thought she didn’t belong, but is now confident in meeting and interacting with people as rich and influential as Larry Tanenbaum. I want to be Briony McTavish who is confident in making her way around the room. I want to be Briony McTavish who is confident in her position, in her job…in her life.”

Morgan smiled down at her. He couldn’t help but lean down and kiss her as she finished her thought. “You’re the bee’s knees, Bumblebee,” he mumbled against her lips.

Before Bee could say anything else, the elevator pinged and the doors opened, and John and Aryne appeared on the other side. John, like Morgan, was wearing a smart suit, holding Jace in his arms who was sporting baby jeans and cardigan style top. Aryne wore a beautiful wrap style dress, covered somewhat by a spit-up towel resting on her shoulder. John’s and Aryne’s faces lit up when they realized Morgan and Bee were in the elevator.

“Hey strangers,” Aryne smiled.

“Hey Captain,” Bee winked, causing John to smile from ear to ear. “Have you gotten used to it yet?” she asked.

“No chance,” he shook his head. “My dad started sobbing on the phone when I told him. Mom too.”

“Looks like the investment in those Leafs sheets paid off, huh?” Morgan smiled at John.

“You have no idea, buddy.”

They rode the elevator up together to the Platinum Club, where Bee assumed Kyle, Brendan, Mike, and Larry were all already waiting for their arrival. Larry and Brendan had arranged the lunch so that the leadership core – captain John, and alternate captains Morgan, Auston, and Mitch – could talk about the expectations they had for the team this season, their leadership roles, what they envisioned for the team and their futures with the Leafs. After their lunch – and what Bee assumed would be a relaxed afternoon – the rest of the team was coming for a cocktail and hors d’oeuvres reception.

The season began tomorrow. There was an excitement in the air that Bee couldn’t describe.

When the doors opened, Bee could see Brendan Shanahan, wine glass already in hand, speaking with someone that looked extremely familiar. As everyone exited the elevator and approached him with smiles on their faces, Bee’s breath hitched in her throat when she realized who it was: Masai Ujiri.

John greeted Brendan first, who pretended to ignore him playfully in favour of paying attention to Jace, cooing at him and pinching his cheeks like he was Jace’s grandpa. Brendan gave warm hugs to Aryne and Morgan, who then went on to greet Masai Ujiri like it was no big deal, before focusing his attention on Bee. “How’ve you been, Bee?”

“Good, thank you,” she smiled warmly. “Thank you for having us here, Brendan.”

Brendan moved to gesture towards Bee as he faced Masai. “Mr. Ujiri, this is Briony McTavish,” Brendan introduced them as they shook each other’s hand. “She’s part of the Maple Leafs family. Her partner is our assistant captain Morgan Rielly and she’s a junior financial analyst at Scotia--”

“Briony McTavish…Briony McTavish! The girl who wrote me a thank you note,” Masai smiled at her warmly. “That’s a good practice you know – thank you notes.”

“Oh, thank you sir,” Bee replied nervously. She thought there was no way that, after everything Masai went through this summer, he’d remember her silly little thank you note over everything else. This was a man who helped the Raptors win a championship; a man who was one of the focal points of a parade attended by over two million people; a man who finally brought a championship to Toronto – a feat not accomplished since the 1990s. There was nothing special about her, but everything special about him, and he was the one remembering her thank you note.

“It was the only one I received,” he winked. That explained it, she thought, although she still didn’t believe it. She was convinced this was one big elaborate joke. “I put it up in my office on a bookshelf. The art of writing one is being lost and I think you’re the one who’s going to bring it back, Ms. McTavish.”

She laughed, still nervous but trying to calm down. She had to remember what she just said in the elevator. She could be confident. She could fit. “I was just trying to be polite after you gave us the tickets to the playoff game,” she tried to explain herself – as if she needed to. “I don’t need to tell you that Raptors tickets weren’t easy to come by so I just wanted to thank you.”

“I know! And any girl who writes a thank you note is one worth keeping,” he winked at Morgan, elbowing him playfully. “Did you have a good summer, Morgan?”

“Oh, yes sir,” Morgan nodded his head. “Briony graduated with her Master’s in Financial Economics from U of T, and we went back to Vancouver for two weeks. Even spent some time up at a cottage.”

“A Master’s in Financial Economics? Congratulations, Briony. That’s quite an achievement,” Masai commented.

“Thank you sir.”

“Are you excited for the upcoming season?”

“Very much so,” Bee and Morgan said at the same time, causing Masai and Brendan to laugh.

“We have a gift for you once Mitch and Auston get here,” Masai revealed, turning towards Brendan who smiled and nodded his head once. “I think you boys will be very excited. A gift from us at the Raptors, if you will.”

Once Auston, Mitch, and Steph arrived, the waiters and waitresses began bringing out charcuterie boards as appetizers and decorated the tables with more wine bottles and even champagne. After some chitchatting, Masai left the room and re-entered holding a ball. It was a championship ball, he explained, from one of the Raptors’ games against Golden State. Used during one of the championship games. He was giving it to the Leafs as a gift. To motivate them. To drive them. To let them know that they could achieve that success too. That with hard work, they would be rewarded too. The boys went nuts for it. They were calm, but Bee could tell they loved every minute of it and were silently freaking out. They held the ball in their hands so delicately, as if the ball would break. They decided that they’d give the ball to the player of the game for every game they won. Babcock would start it off. Then the player would choose the next. Motivation. Drive. Achievement. Reward.

Eventually Masai had to leave, which was the cue for everybody to sit down at the table and formally begin their lunch. Bee ordered the pistachio and sunflower crusted lamb shank. The waitress poured her a glass of wine and chilled champagne. Once all the food came, there was a toast.

“To the MLSE organization,” Larry began the toast, holding his champagne glass up.

“To the leadership core,” Brendan said after him.

“To the Toronto Maple Leafs hockey club,” Kyle followed.

“To the best administration currently running a hockey club,” Mike Babcock followed.

“To the greatest fans in the NHL,” John said.

“To home,” Aryne said.

“To Scotiabank Arena,” Steph said.

“To Hall and Oats blasting through the speakers,” Mitch said.

“To a second home,” Auston said.

“To the greatest hockey city in the world,” Morgan said.

Everybody looked at Bee. She took a deep breath. “To the Toronto Maple Leafs family,” she said.

Brendan and Kyle smiled.

***

Trying to seem so classy with that dress…everyone knows you’re trash!

That dress looks so good on you!

U caption that pic ‘family’ but everyone from Aryne Tavares to Brendan Shanahan knows ur fake and only with Mo for the money. Can’t believe they invited u and u had the audacity to show up! Are they really ur family when u had to push ur way in?

Cute caption, cute photo <3 I’m so jealous of you.

You’re just showing off now. We know you’re a WAG. Get over yourself honey!

Notice that ur beside Jennifer Spezza and one person away from Aryne instead of being right beside her like u always are…I bet u guys already had a falling out. She probably saw right through ur lies.

Do you really have to force Mo to cling on to you like he does in every photo? It makes you look so desperate for attention.

Hi Bee you look very nice I bet ur happy there’s no more Cassie!!!!!

Did you buy that dress yourself or did you make Mo buy it for you?

Why didn’t the wags take a big group pic? R u guys not getting along?

***

Bee’s cheeks were flushed red from the wine all the way back home. She was getting antsy in the back of the taxi, but she knew she had to keep her cool. Morgan, for his part, was also antsy. They had been around people all day, and while he enjoyed their company, there was nothing he longed for more than to be alone with his girlfriend.

Bee had met many new faces that night, and perhaps the friendliest – at least the faces she spent the most time with – were new Leaf Jason Spezza’s four daughters, all who were clamouring for Bee’s attention. Morgan would watch as she interacted with them, complimenting them on her dresses and following them around the venue hand-in-hand, approaching various people, and he couldn’t help but smile. When the entire group posed for a picture, Lucia even clung on to Bee’s leg. She was asleep in Jason’s arms by the end of the night, which was good since she probably would have cried if she saw Bee leave.

When the taxi finally dropped them off, they walked hand in hand into their building and up the elevator to their apartment in silence. Bruce greeted them at the door, meowing happily at his owners’ return.

“Hi Brucey,” Bee cooed as she bent down to pick him up, cradling him against her chest. “Did you miss us, Brucey boy?” Another loud meow escaped him, and Bee chuckled. She heard Morgan set his keys down. “We missed you too Brucey!”

Morgan bent down slightly to kiss Bruce’s head, and Bruce raised his own head to smell Morgan and boop him with his cold wet nose. “I think Brucey should get a treat for not tearing apart a curtain while he was alone.”

Bee chuckled. “That’s a good idea. I’ll grab one for him.”

“I’ll be in the bathroom.”

As Morgan made his way to their ensuite, Bee quickly gave Bruce a treat before retreating back into their bedroom. She stood in front of their armoire, looking at herself in the mirror. Her hair was still perfectly curled, thankfully. And her body was still flushed. She had the liquid confidence of the wine still coursing through her, and she knew she needed to act on it.

“Mo, baby?” she called out as she heard the water from the faucet stop. “Can you come help me with my dress?”

There was silence from the bathroom before she heard the door open. She was taking off her earrings, watching him through the mirror as he walked over to her slowly, eyeing her up and down. “Your dress?” his voice was low.

“Do you think you can help me take it off?” she asked.

She watched as Morgan stopped all movements momentarily before understanding what she was implying. “I can do that.”

“Okay,” she smiled at him through her reflection in the mirror. “Go sit on the bed.”

He did as he was told, sitting at the foot of the bed, his white shirt and suit pants still worn tight on his body. She took her time making her way over to him, eventually standing right in front of him, between his legs, as she looked down on him. “Did you have fun today?” she asked, resting her hands on his shoulders.

“Of course I did,” he said, his voice low as he felt her begin to massage his neck and shoulders. “Did you?”

She nodded her head. “I can’t believe I got to meet Masai.”

He smiled. “I can’t believe he gave us a ball.”

“Maybe I’ll write him another thank you note.”

Morgan giggled slightly, running his hands along the backs of her legs as she continued to massage his shoulders. “You’re so good, Bumblebee,” he whispered, putting his hands over hers. “I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have landed you, you know that?”

Bee smiled at him. The warmth of his hands overs hers was so comforting. “You wanna unzip me?”

Morgan nodded his head. Bee turned around so her back was towards him, and she felt the fabric of her dress shift as he undid the top button and zipped all the way down. He made sure to be gentle. To take his time. When she turned back around to face him, he peeled it off her. She was wearing a skin tight black turtleneck underneath – the next thing he had to deal with – but as he pushed the fabric past her hips and it fell to the floor, it revealed a lingerie set and garter holding up her pantyhose.

There was a sharp intake of breath. “You had this on the entire time?” he asked, his voice low.

“Mhm,” she nodded her head, the smallest chuckle escaping her.

“The entire day?”

“It’s not like there was any opportunity to change.”

Morgan bit his lip, taking in the black lace panties and pantyhose before him. “Jesus, Briony.”

“You like?”

He looked up at her, playfully rolling his eyes at her question. “Come on.” His hands wandered around her hips and the lace covering them. His fingers hooked into the hemline momentarily, feeling her skin there, before unhooking and continuing their wanders. “I am so. Fucking. Lucky,” he mumbled to himself, feeling the curve of her ass. “Can I take off your sweater?”

“Of course.”

Again, he took his time. His hands traveled from her hips to her stomach as he leaned forward and began kissing her there, dragging his tongue along her skin as he pushed the fabric up and over her breasts. It wasn’t until the sweater was tugged off, leaving her curled hair a bit dishevelled, that Morgan took in the lace push-up bra – obviously matching – that she was wearing. “Jesus fucking Christ Briony.”

She bit her bottom lip. He was already going to go crazy. “Relax, baby.”

“How can I?”

“Shhhh…” she put her finger over his lips. “Relax. Let me take care of you.”

“Let me take care of you,” he grabbed at her ass.

“You liked what I did in Kelowna, right?” Bee asked, her voice holding the slightest amount of nervousness. The Adam’s apple in Morgan’s throat bobbed as he nodded his head. “Let’s change the rules a bit.”

“How so?”

“Touch me this time.”

Morgan’s heart stopped beating. A low, hearty chuckle escaped from him as Bee turned away from him. “Oooh, Briony…”

Bee began to sway her hips back and forth slowly, not wanting to wait any longer. She placed her hands on his thighs, steadying herself, before moving forward to shove her breasts in his face. Almost immediately, he licked and bit the skin above her breasts before she quickly pulled away. Turning around, she swayed again, feeling Morgan’s hands squeezing her ass. She looked over her shoulder at him, winking. “Better this time now that you can touch me?”

Morgan didn’t answer; he was like a man transfixed. As Bee continued to dance, she heard him unbuckle his belt. She flipped her hair over her shoulder again to look at him. He was pushing his suit pants down hastily, trying to free his cock from his underwear. “Need some help?”

“Keep dancing,” he ordered.

A shiver ran up Bee’s spine. She did as she was told, moving her body sensually, gathering her hair in her hands or flipping it over her shoulder. When she finally turned around again, she saw Morgan with his cock in his hands, his pants down around his ankles. She couldn’t help but smile. “Couldn’t wait, could you?”

“Not when you’re dancing like that,” he admitted. “You have no idea what you do to me, Briony.”

Eyeing his hardening cock in his hands, Bee smirked. “Oh, I think I do.”

“Be a good girl and keep dancing,” he said, using his free hand to grab at her hip.

As she continued to dance, they couldn’t keep their eyes off each other. Eventually, she leaned forward to kiss him, and began to unbutton his dress shirt. She pushed it off his shoulders, but instead of throwing it across the room, she kept it in her hands.

“What’re you--”

“It’s not your jersey, but I guess it’ll do,” she said as she draped it over herself, slipping her arms through the sleeves to wear it. She ran her fingers through her hair before posing for him playfully.

Morgan chuckled lowly, throwing his head back as he continued to stroke himself. “You’re a little minx, you know that? A fucking tease.”

“You fucking love it though,” she said with a devilish smirk. She replaced his hand with hers on his cock and knelt in between his legs, using her free hand to scratch down his thigh. “Now let me be a good girl and suck your cock.”

“With pleasure,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

She gave him one last look before taking him in her mouth, twirling her tongue around the tip as she heard him grunt. She bobbed her head up and down, taking him deeper into her throat each time. Morgan brought his hand towards her and gathered her hair, tugging on it slightly so he could get a better look. “You look so sexy with my shirt on you,” he mumbled, inhaling sharply as she took him deep. “And with my cock in your mouth.”

“Does it look good with the black lingerie?” she asked quickly.

“Fuck yes.”

“Good. Because this is all for you,” she said, licking the underside of his cock before kissing the head playfully. “All for you. Always.”

Morgan pushed her head down so she could take more of him down her throat. She moaned in response, looking up at him with her beady eyes, causing him to throw his head back and close his eyes so he wouldn’t cum in her mouth right then and there. As she sucked him off, his breathing got heavier, his chest heaving more and more. Eventually, he felt his head hit the back of her throat, and his hips bucked at the sensation. “Briony…”

“Cum down my throat, baby.”

“N-No--”

“Please Mr. Rielly, I want to taste you so bad,” she begged.

“Briony--”

“I wanna be your good girl Mr. Rielly. Please please please,” she begged before taking him deep into her throat again.

Morgan huffed, unable to say anything else, too hot and bothered to deny her what she wanted to do. The second she gagged slightly and he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, he was gone. The noise that escaped him was guttural as he felt himself shoot his load down her throat. Bee sucked every last drop from him greedily, keeping her eyes on him as he locked eyes with her. He felt like the luckiest guy alive – he knew he was the luckiest guy alive.

“C’mere,” Morgan huffed, pulling her up by her arms so she was now sitting on his lap. They gave each other sloppy kisses before Morgan bit his way down to her neck and breasts. “You wanna be a good girl?”

“Yes.”

“I asked if you want to be a good girl,” he repeated.

“Yes,” she said louder. “Yes Mr. Rielly.”

“Then be a good girl and make yourself wet on my thigh,” he practically demanded, gripping the flesh on her thighs and ass.

Bee looked at him with wide eyes. She said nothing more – instead, she began grinding against his thigh, keeping eye contact with him as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. His hands stayed firmly gripped on her hips, and the feeling of her hot pussy rubbing against his thigh got Bee all hot and bothered. Her breathing became more erratic, and whimpers left her mouth as her body flushed with heat.

“I love you,” she mumbled between heavy breaths, her voice sweet but barely audible as she kept rocking back and forth.

“What’s that?”

“I love you, Morgan,” she said, only slightly louder.

Morgan smiled softly. It was an intimate moment that brought a warmth to him that he wasn’t expecting. “I love you too, baby,” he said, his voice equally as sweet as hers was.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she continued.

“You’re my whole world,” he responded with the words he always followed with whenever she said that line. Kissing her passionately, he moved his hand to start rubbing at her clit.

A whimper left her as her lips left his. “Fuck,” she sighed out. “I’m so close, Mr. Rielly.”

“Make my thigh wet baby, come on. Be a good girl,” he encouraged her.

It wasn’t long before her body started shaking and she began screaming his name out. Morgan could feel her juices on his thigh, and at the sound of her screaming his name, he couldn’t take it easy anymore. Bee barely finished riding out her orgasm before he picked her up in his arms, kicking off his pants bunched at his feet.

“Mo – baby --” Bee tried to figure out what he was doing as he picked her up. “Morgan, what are you d--”

He practically threw her onto the bed. “Spread your legs for me,” he ordered, his white shirt still draped over her body.

Bee did as she was told. Morgan wasted no time diving between her legs and moved the lace material of her thong to the side to eat her out like he was a man starved and she was the last meal on Earth. Sucking at her clit, he brought his arms up to keep her hips down so she couldn’t squirm like she usually did – again, putting her pleasure in his complete control. As she had barely come down from her previous orgasm, it took no time at all for her to cum again, covering his face in her juices. He lapped up every last bit as she could barely squirm from the pressure he was exerting on her hips – she grabbed and tugged at his hair instead, needing to release some pressure elsewhere.

“Again,” Morgan mumbled against her lips.

“Mo--”

“Again.”

“Morgan, I c – I – oh shit,” she swore as she felt him push two fingers inside of her. “Mo-Morganmorganmorgan,” she cursed him.

“Be a good girl, Briony,” his tone was strict with her. “You got to taste me. I want to taste you again and again.”

“Mo--”

“Are you going to be my good girl?”

She huffed, her chest heaving. “Y-Yes,” she nodded her head, her voice soft. “Yes. I’ll be your good girl Mr. Rielly.”

Morgan continued lapping at her, curling his fingers inside her. With only one arm holding her down now, she could squirm a bit more easily, but it was still tough and her pleasure was still mostly in his control. Between his tongue and his fingers, Bee quickly came again…and again…and again…and—

She began to lose count. At times it felt like multiple; at times it felt like just long and continuous. Her throat was already dry from how much she had screamed Morgan’s name, huffing and puffing and trying to gain some semblance of sanity. “Mr. Rielly – Mr. Rielly please, I want…I want…”

“What do you want?”

“I want your cock inside me,” she breathed out.

“Do you?” he asked between licks, ignoring her request.

“Yes. Yes…please Mr. Rielly. I want to feel you buried deep inside of me,” she was on the verge of begging – what she knew he wanted her to do. “I want you to fill me up with your big cock.”

Morgan practically manhandled her as he flipped her over on her hands and knees on the bed, spanking her ass and causing her to yelp out. It had been long enough – after eating her out – that he was able to get an erection again, so he grabbed his cock and teased her entrance momentarily before filling her up, causing her to cry out.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck Mr. Rielly,” she breathed, looking over her shoulder.

“That feel good?”

“Your cock always feels good, Mr. Rielly.”

She felt him tug at her hair and pull her up to his chest. Almost immediately, his free arm snaked around her body, his fingers attaching themselves to her clit again. His other arm held her up and cupped her breast through the lace of her bra. “You like it when I fuck you from behind?” he asked, biting down on the skin of her neck.

“I love it,” she breathed out. “Fuck Mr. Rielly, you fuck me so good.”

“Your pussy always feels so good for me,” he whispered in hear ear, pounding in and out of her. “Always such a good girl for me.”

“I always want to be your good girl Mr. Rielly,” Bee breathed out.

Bee felt the waves of pleasure wash over her again as Morgan pushed her head gently back down onto the mattress and continued to fuck her, his grunts and expletives and mumbles of her name adding fuel to the already over-stimulated experience she was having. She lost count at how many orgasms she’d gone through.

When she was least expecting it, Morgan pulled out. She felt an emptiness that she didn’t like. She wined at the loss and looked behind her. “What are y--”

Morgan manhandled her again, flipping her over so she was flat on her back, and used his hands to pry open her legs, moving in between them. She wrapped them tightly around his torso before he slipped into her again, her breasts almost spilling out of the lace bra. His dress shirt still adorned her body and made him crazy with desire. Before she could wrap her arms around his shoulders, he took one and pushed up the sleeve, finding the Cartier bracelet he’d given her. He placed a delicate kiss on the skin of her wrist right above where the bracelet was before putting it around his shoulder.

He leaned down and smothered her with kisses as he pumped in and out of her. As Bee’s whimpers and moans got louder, he looked her in the eye. “I love you Bumblebee,” he mumbled, using her nickname for the first time in this sort of setting. “I love you so much.”

Bee brought one hand to cup his face. “I love you too, baby.”

“I’m always gonna be yours, Bumblebee.”

“And I’m always gonna be yours.”

He made sure they were looking each other in the eye as he came inside of her, her eyes eventually closing from the pleasure of feeling his hot cum inside her walls. Slowly, he collapsed on top of her, trying to catch his breath as his body engulfed hers. With her legs still wrapped around him, he settled onto her.

She began running her fingers through the tufts of his hair at the nape of his neck. “I love you forever, Morgan,” she whispered in his ear.

***

Bee felt like she was James Bond as she manoeuvred through the hallways at Scotiabank Arena trying not to get caught in enemy territory. There was media and cameramen everywhere because it was the start of the season, the home oepneer, and although many didn’t know who she was, she was already wearing her Rielly jersey. All it took was for one of them to snap a picture and she could see the blogs going crazy.

Not that it mattered. What mattered more was the person she was going to meet.

“Hey sweetcheeks,” Tyler’s familiar voice echoed down the hall as Bee saw him walking with outstretched arms. “Get over here.”

She practically skipped over to him, hugging him tightly in his workout clothes. His arms wrapped around her tightly as he picked her up off the floor. “I miss you,” she said as he set her down. The hallways must have felt so familiar to him; except now, he was in opposing territory. The visitors instead of the home team.

“I miss you too sweetcheeks,” he said, taking a look at her jersey. “How angry would Mo get if I gave you a Senators jersey with my name on it?”

Bee snorted. “It could go one of two ways. He could burn it or he could ask me never to wear it in front of him.”

“I’ll take my chances.”

Bee laughed as she shook her head. He always had a witty comment or joke up his sleeve – it’s what she loved most about him. “Have you settled yourself in Ottawa? Do you have a place?”

“I do. Near the Byward Market, actually. It’s a bit far from the arena but it’s good to separate the two,” he informed her.

“Is your fridge stocked?”

“Yes mom,” he rolled his eyes. “How’ve you been since your birthday?”

“I’ve been good. There was a big team dinner last night and--”

“No, Bee,” he interrupted her, looking her in the eye. “How have you been since your birthday?”

Bee took a deep breath. She knew what he was really asking. She should have been better prepared, because even though they spoke all the time over text, it was different than speaking to someone in person. “I’ve been good, Tyler. I mean it,” she said, grabbing his forearms to assure him. “It was all…solved. Without media fanfare, which was a miracle. Brendan and Kyle are wizards. It took a while for me to feel okay again, but I do now. I don’t feel so…I don’t know, violated anymore.”

“I maintain what I said to you on the phone,” his tone was serious. “If I need to murder someone in cold blood, I will. They’ll never suspect it was me.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she smiled. “You watch too much true crime stuff, Tyler.”

“I’ve moved on to podcasts now. All I have to do is listen.”

“I’m going to convince Morgan to go to Ottawa during the by-week. We have the same one,” she changed the subject to something lighter. “Would you be up for that? Or have you already booked flights back home to Edm--”

“I’ll set up the spare bedroom now,” he said, nodding his head excitedly. “I’ll go shopping for Egyptian cotton sheets. I know how picky Mo is. Little diva.”

She punched him in the arm. “You are honestly the worst.”

“Morgan loves me. I’ll have Trailer Park Boys on for him when you arrive.”

Bee hugged him again, burying her face in his neck. To say that it was going to be weird seeing him in a Senators jersey, on the opposing team’s bench tonight was an understatement. To her, he would always be a Maple Leaf. It may not be that way for everybody else, but for her, that was the case. “I’m going to miss having you around so much. You don’t even know,” she mumbled.

“I’ll always be here,” he said, squeezing her tighter. “Remember what I told you.”

“I won’t feel pain if I never truly lose anything,” she recited.

“Exactly. And you’ll never lose me.”

***

“You wanna go back to mommy, Jace?” Bee looked down at the little baby in her arms, sucking on his pacifier and looking up at her with his big eyes. She looked over to Aryne, who was ready for him. “It would be a bit awkward for me to be holding the baby, especially if they pan to you after the announcement.”

“Definitely,” Aryne nodded, grabbing Jace and holding him against her chest. “They’re going to release that video they filmed right after. Everybody’s gonna realize a three week old baby knew about the captaincy before any of the media did.”

“Let’s keep it that way,” Bee winked, Aryne winking back at her.

From beside her, Angie shuffled past Monique and Steph to take her seat in between Mason and Bee. “I didn’t miss anything, did I?” she asked. “The line for the washroom took forever.”

“You’re good. They’re literally just about to start,” Bee said.

As if on cue, the lights dimmed. Scotiabank Arena, packed to the brim with people, erupted in cheers and applause. The pre-game ceremony began, with the arena MC narrating everything. The entire team came out one by one as their names were called out. People cheered for their favourites and clapped for everyone. Once the regular players were completed, Bee knew it was time to announce the leadership core.

She looked over to Aryne. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I can be,” she said, rocking Jace back and forth. “This is the moment he’s been waiting his entire life for.”

“And now, your captains!” the arena MC belted out. “Alternate captain, from Thornhill, Ontario…number sixteen, Mitch Marner!”

Bee could hear Steph scream a few people down, and looked over to her with a giant smile on her face. Steph was filming it on her phone, jumping around giddily as his name was called. Bee clapped and wooed, knowing that – despite an eventful summer of contract negotiations – Mitch had been dreaming about this his whole life too. The crowd cheered loudly for him, thankful that the hometown boy stayed.

“Alternate captain, from Scottsdale, Arizona…number thirty-four, Aaaauuuustoooon Maaaatthews!”

Bee cheered as Auston skated onto the ice, raising his stick in appreciation of the fans cheering for him. She knew it had been a tough couple of weeks for him – and Lord knows she gave him a piece of her mind too – but she was truly proud of him and what he had accomplished. The most skilled player on the team, he was the central franchise player.

Her heart began to beat quicker knowing what was coming next. She was trying not to get too emotional, especially because he had been an alternate captain for years now, but she couldn’t help it. She was so proud of Morgan – her Morgan – and she couldn’t hold back. She felt a stray tear fall down her cheek but wiped it away quickly.

“Alternate captain, from Vancouver, British Columbia…number forty-four, Moooooooorgaaaaan Rielly!”

Bee screamed at the top of her lungs. The arena cheered and applauded too, thankful that somebody like Morgan – one of their longest tenured players now – was named to this position. A lot of people would have preferred him as captain – she knew that – but that didn’t matter to her. What mattered was that he was recognized for his commitment to the team, for his leadership role during the tough years until now, for the responsibility he took for the defensive capabilities of the team. He was happy with the alternate captain title. He wore it with honour. He wore it with pride. He wore it with courage. He wore it knowing that this team was a part of his heart a soul. He wore it knowing that he was the foundation upon which everything else was built. In some ways, in being the foundation, he was the most important part.

She was so proud of him. And loved him so much.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the twenty-fifth captain in franchise history. From Oakville, Ontario…number ninety-one, Jooooohn Taaavares!”

Bee screamed at the top of her lungs again, as did Aryne, and the entire arena erupted in the loudest cheers of the night. John Tavares. 25th captain of the Toronto Maple Leafs. The hometown boy who came home. In every account except for biological, her big brother.

There was nothing better.

Bee thought about the last year. She thought about how she met Morgan under mysterious circumstances. She thought about how they took things slow at first, not wanting to put a label on it, because she put her schooling first and Morgan respected that. She thought about cooking Thanksgiving dinner and Morgan telling her he couldn’t wait anymore and her agreeing. She thought about the break-in. About the girls rallying around her and helping her recoup everything and more. She thought about Naz and Ashley letting her stay in their empty apartment. Christmas. Bumblebee. Auston making out with her cupcakes. She thought about landing her job at Scotiabank. She thought about going to Vancouver for the first time, whale-watching and telling Morgan she loved him. She thought about her mom dying; about the sense of relief that washed over her more than guilt or grief. She thought about Valentines Day and Morgan’s birthday and giving her utmost trust to him in their most intimate of moments. The slur. Moving in with Morgan. Game seven. Holding Morgan as he cried. She thought about the cottage, about graduation, about going to Vancouver for a second time and feeling at home. She thought about Naz being traded, about holding baby Naylah in her arms at the hospital. She thought about Tyler, about Jake, about Cassie. She thought about visiting Aryne and holding baby Jace.

And that was all just the beginning.

As she looked out onto the ice at Morgan, standing solemnly for O Canada, she couldn’t help but feel excitement for what was to come. She knew that whatever that was, they’d get through it together. The highs and the lows. The mountains and the valleys. She wouldn’t have to experience anything alone anymore. She wouldn’t have to go through life wondering if she’d be alone forever. Instead, it was she and Morgan. Against the world.

Together.

She was ready.

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Alone Together | Epilogue 4: The Sweetest Eyes I’ve Ever Seen | Morgan Rielly

January 13th, 2028

Bee heard the doorbell ring as she finished loading Andy’s bowl in the dishwasher. After a nice and calm breakfast of Dino Eggs oatmeal with fruit (Andy’s favourite), he was already playing with his see and spell puzzle toys on the carpet in the family room quietly, Maggie laying down beside him, his trusty little red fox plush toy he aptly named Pip watching him. He was still in his comfy onesie pyjamas, and Bee knew he wouldn’t want to change out of them. Hopefully their guest at the door would make him want to change his mind.

Andy perked up once he heard the doorbell ring. “Who’s at my house?”

Bee couldn’t help but laugh at his question – something he’d started to say recently whenever the doorbell rang. She thought it was the cutest thing in the world. “I don’t know! Let’s go see!” she extended her had out to him so he could follow her to the front door. He grabbed Pip and held him in his hands as he scurried towards Bee, Maggie following close behind.

When she opened it for the big reveal, Andy started hopping up and down excitedly. “Tyler!!!” he screamed before running out and jumping to avoid the snow.

Tyler caught him perfectly and scooped him up in his arms. “Heeeeyyyyyy little man!” he smiled from ear to ear as he balanced Andy on his hip as he walked into the house. “How’s my godson doing?”

“G…G…Good,” Andy stuttered out, smiling from ear to ear.

“Are you excited to see me?”

“Yes!” he exclaimed. “W…What are you doing at my house?”

“Well, mommy called me because she said you went to the library yesterday and got some new books,” Tyler explained. “And you know how much I love reading books to you.”

Andy’s eyes lit up like fireworks. He looked at Bee. “Mommy, Tyler can read my b…b…books to me?”

“Yes he can,” she smiled. “How about you go up to your room and get them.”

Andy wiggled out of Tyler grasp and climbed the stairs one step at a time, trying to go as quickly as his little feet would let him. Tyler and Bee hugged in the foyer before he began to take off his boots and unzip his jacket. “The stuttering’s gotten better,” Tyler commented.

Bee nodded her head. When Andy started to talk and develop words and sentences, she and Morgan noticed right away that he was stuttering. They thought it was maybe just a kid thing, because a lot of kids stutter when they’re first learning words or developing sentences to speak, but Andy’s problem persisted. Now that he was able to string words together to create sentences, the issue was more pronounced. It was definitely noticeable to everyone – the rude ones pointed it out; the good ones were patient with him like everyone should be. “A little, yeah. We started him in speech therapy once a week.”

“It’s working.”

“We’re hoping,” she said. “We’re trying to get him to talk more to other kids too. We can tell he sometimes avoids it. Even if it persists…we just want him to feel that it’s okay.”

“Well, of course,” Tyler said. “He’s a smart kid, sweetcheeks. He’s three and he can already read some words better than I can.”

Bee snorted, shoving Tyler playfully. “You want some coffee or what? Morgan should be home in ten minutes and then we’ll leave you to it.”

***

“Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Rielly, I can confirm you’re pregnant again,” Dr. Greenblatt smiled at Morgan and Bee.

“Oh, perfect!” Bee smiled from ear to ear as Morgan squeezed her hand. “We…I mean, we’ve been trying for a couple of months. It’s nice for it to be official!”

“You’re eleven weeks according to the schedule you provided, and your blood work, which means you’re due in late July,” he looked over the documents in his file. “But everything looks good. I know there were some difficulties at the beginning. You mentioned there were no symptoms from when you had your two early miscarriages.”

“Right.”

“Well, Mr. and Mrs. Rielly, everything looks good on my end. I can book you in with the ultrasound technician we have if you’d like your sonogram,” Dr. Greenblatt offered.

“That would be perfect,” Morgan said.

***

When Morgan and Bee walked into their house, they saw Tyler and Andy – holding Pip – cuddled on the couch. Tyler was reading Robert Munsch’s Andrew’s Loose Tooth, and Bee could see Moose, Thomas’ Snowsuit, David’s Father, and Just One Goal! on the coffee table in front of them. Andy was still wearing his pyjamas. There was a blanket draped over Tyler’s legs. It was all very cute.

“How are my boys doing?” Bee announced as she walked into the family room, leaning over the couch. Andy barely moved from his spot, too comfortable against Tyler’s chest and too entranced in Andrew’s Loose Tooth (though it was probably the 50th time he’d read the book) to even look up.

“Hi mama, hi dada,” Andy said absent-mindedly. He wiggled a bit in Tyler’s arms to get his attention. “Keep reading.”

Tyler wiggled his eyebrows at Bee and Morgan before turning the page and continuing to read. Bee laughed as she walked around the corner of the sectional couch, bent over, and kissed the top of Andy’s head before messing up his hair slightly.

***

After a homemade lunch, more playtime with Tyler (read: playing ministicks with Tyler, who was on his knees, and “bodychecking” him so he would fall over dramatically), his regular afternoon nap, and dinner, Andy was tired and ready for his 8pm bedtime. He had already changed himself into his pyjamas, and Morgan helped him brush his teeth before carrying him to his bed where Bee was waiting.

“I b…b…brush my teeth mama,” Andy said as he emerged from the washroom, Pip securely in his arm as he climbed into bed.

“Good job,” she smiled, pulling the covers back. Andy wiggled underneath the covers and Morgan sat on the opposite side of the bed, looking at him lovingly. Once he was underneath and lying down, his head on the pillow, Pip tucked into him, and the comforter stuffed around him, just how he liked it (“Make me a burrito!” he’d yell on more boisterous nights), Bee took a deep breath. “Andy…daddy and I have something to tell you.”

“What?”

Morgan looked at Bee quickly before looking back at Andy. “Boobear, you know how Jace has a little sister, Isabella?”

“Yes,” Andy nodded his head. “J…Jace and Isabella are my f…f…friends.”

“And you know how Henry has a little sister, Greta?” Bee continued.

Andy nodded his head again. “Henry and G…Greta are my friends too. But they live f…far away.”

“Well Andy, you’re going to be a big brother too now,” Morgan smiled at his son. Andy’s eyes went wide as he realized what his dad was telling him. “Mommy has a baby in her belly and in July or August you’re going to have a new brother or sister.”

Andy looked towards his mom. “Mommy…there b…baby in your belly?”

“Mhm,” Bee nodded her head. She put her hand over her stomach and, although there was barely anything there yet, she tried to cup something so Andy could get the visual.

“Boy or girl?”

“We don’t know. We’ll find out when the baby comes,” she said.

“When baby comes I…I going to be a b…b…big boy,” Andy said matter-of-factly. Morgan and Bee laughed. “I going to be good big b…brother.”

“Yes you will be, boobear,” Morgan said, leaning down to kiss his son. “You can teach baby how to read, how to build Lego--”

“I teach b…baby all the animals,” Andy interjected.

“Exactly! See! You’re going to be a great big brother,” Morgan smiled. “Think about all the things you’re gonna teach baby when they’re here, okay?”

“Okay,” Andy smiled contently as his eyelids started to droop from drowsiness.

“Goodnight boobear. Daddy loves you,” Morgan cooed.

“I love you daddy.”

“Goodnight Andy. Mommy loves you.”

“I love you mommy.”

***

April 16th 2028

Bee woke up on a Sunday morning to kisses on her neck and shoulder. Since being with Morgan, it was her favourite way to wake up, and truthfully, she never got sick of it. He almost over-indulged her with it. It has been ten years since it started, and it was still the best; the most comforting feeling; the thing she looked forward to the most.

Bee smiled to herself as she felt his tongue graze her skin, his breath hot as he moved up her neck and towards her ear. She took a deep breath in. At that moment, he knew she was awake. “G’morning,” his voice was coarse and full of sleep, but he continued to kiss her.

“Morning, you big moose,” she mumbled. She felt the arm wrapped around her move down slightly the cup her growing bump. At twenty-six weeks now, she was just slightly smaller than she was at twenty-six weeks with Andy (judging by pictures), but was experiencing much of the same symptoms of pregnancy. The back pain, the swelled ankles, the dramatic girth.

Morgan continued his kisses. “How you feelin’?”

“Good.”

“You think we can--”

“Please Morgan. Please.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice. He helped her wiggle out of her pyjama pants and top, and began kissing his way down her body, paying particular attention to her breasts. “I wanna taste you,” he mumbled.

Bee nodded her head. “Go. Go.”

He dove in. She was sensitive these days, and her senses all the more heightened, so when he began lapping at her, there was an automatic reaction. He hadn’t tired of this, either – eating her out like she was the last meal on earth. He hadn’t tired of much, really. He was still obsessed with her; still obsessed with her taste and how she felt wrapped around him; how warm her walls were and how they clenched around his cock whenever he helped her reach her climax. Every time was still special. The quick ones, the long ones, the ones where she dressed up, the ones where they used only their hands and mouths, the ones that made them scream, the ones that kept them quiet, the ones that were frantic, the ones that were nice and slow, the ones that led them to orgasm over and over again. Every time was still the best time.

After making her orgasm twice with his tongue, she began to tug on his hair. Her breathing was hot and heavy as she kissed him sloppily, tasting her juices on him, before she bit his bottom lip playfully. “Lay on your back,” she said.

In return, he bit her bottom lip too. “Shouldn’t I be saying that to you?”

“I wanna ride you,” she said. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

Morgan groaned, flipping over onto his back. “Get up here.”

Bee took her time, taking off her pyjama shirt first before making sure she was comfortable as she lowered herself onto him slowly. Morgan’s hands were on her hips, helping to guide her. “Does it feel okay?”

She looked down at him. His mouth was still glistening with her juices. She nodded her head and closed her eyes. “I’m not hurting you, am I?”

“Never. Never,” he shook his head, propping himself up so he could kiss her. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful. You don’t even know. You’re so sexy and beautiful.”

“Even as a big ol’ pregnant lady?” she giggled slightly, wrapping an arm around his shoulders to steady herself now that she was riding him in his lap rather than with him lying down.

“Especially as a big ol’ pregnant lady,” he kissed her. “You have no idea Briony. You’ve given me my children, my family. You’ve given me my world. The gifts you’ve given me…there are no words to describe how much I love you.”

“And you’ve given me my world,” she whispered, kissing him one last time before pushing him back down onto his back. She continued to ride him slowly, trying to make the intimacy of the moment last as long as possible. Today, their house would be full of people, and while she loved hosting, she loved every minute of alone time she got with Morgan even more.

“Y’okay, baby?” she asked. “I’m close.”

“Make yourself cum on my cock, Briony.”

That was what she loved to hear. After over ten years and countless amounts of dirty talk, it still got her off. She moaned loudly as she began shaking on top of him, her orgasm coursing through her. “Fuuuuuuuck, Morgan,” she mewled out.

“That’s my good girl,” he cooed.

Bee couldn’t help but smile at his words as she came down from her orgasm. Eventually, she lay down at Morgan’s side, cuddling up to him. One of Morgan’s arms wrapped around her, while another rested between her legs, feeling her wetness. Morgan kissed her. “I love you so much,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I love you too.”

There was a few minutes of silence as they both caught their breaths, Morgan kissing her a few more times. Before Bee could get too comfortable, she looked at Morgan. “I think I’m gonna take a shower before Andy wakes up.”

Morgan smiled. “Wish I could join you.”

After about half an hour, Bee emerged from the bathroom, he hair wet but brushed through, a new pair of pyjamas on her. “You think Andy’s awake yet?” she asked as she made her way back towards the bed.

As if on cue, they heard the door from Andy’s room burst open. “Here comes the earthquake,” Morgan mumbled into his pillow as the heavy footsteps of Andy were heard running down the hallway. Bee chuckled at all the noise his little feet made; she couldn’t believe someone so small could make so much noise.

The door burst open. “Mommy! Daddy!” he scurried over, immediately climbing into the bed. “I have B…B…Brucey with me!” he screamed. A loud, happy meow from Bruce followed. “Brucey slept in my b…bed last night.”

“Is that a little bear I hear sneaking into my bed?” Morgan asked. The second he saw Andy let go of Bruce, Morgan growled like a bear and wrapped his arms around his son dramatically, pulling him into the bed and against his chest. Andy began to laugh uncontrollably as Morgan began kissing him all over. Andy tried to get away but Morgan was too strong, squeezing him even tighter as he peppered him with kisses. Bee took the opportunity to slip her hand into the drawer of her bedside table and pull out a single small chocolate egg, placing it on top of the table for Andy to find.

When Morgan stopped peppering his son with kisses, he turned over onto his back and lifted Andy up on his legs like an airplane. Andy couldn’t stop laughing as Morgan held his hands. “You remember what today is, big man?”

Andy nodded his head. “T…Today is Easter.”

“Are you excited for everybody to be at our house?” Bee finally piped up after looking on adoringly at her two boys. “Aunt Angie, Uncle Mason, and Leon, Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Andy and--”

“Mama, what’s that?” he asked, pointing to something behind her.

Bee smiled. She turned around dramatically to look at what he was pointing to: the little chocolate egg she had put on the bedside table. “Where?”

“There,” he pointed again. Morgan lowered him. “Mama, is that…d…did the Easter b…b…bunny come to our house?!”

“I think so!”

Andy’s eyes lit up like fireworks. He looked down at his dad. “Dada, we need to f…find all the eggs!”

“Let’s go!”

***

Saturday, July 1st, 2028

“Mommyyyyyy! I see f…f…fishies!” Andy screamed excitedly as he bent over the boat to look in the water. Morgan held Andy in his arms, leaning him over the boat to see the water and look at whatever fish Andy saw (or didn’t really see).

“Be careful!” she yelled out to him. “Don’t go too far over!”

“Mommy come see the fishies!”

“Mommy can’t come right now,” she said, resting her hand on her large bump. “You need to tell mommy what you see.”

Andy looked back dramatically at his mom. Clearly he did not like her answer. “Is it because of b…baby?” he asked.

“No, boobear.”

Andy wiggled out of Morgan’s arms and walked over the Bee resting on the back bench of the boat. He placed his hands on the sides of her bump and put his face right next to it. “Baby…we’re in V…V…Vancouver and we’re on a b…boat,” Andy said into Bee’s bump. “You have to be s…safe on a boat. You have to wear a lifejacket so you don’t f…f…fall into the water. Stop moving so mommy can see the f…fishies!”

Bee couldn’t help but chuckle. “It’s not because of the baby, Andy.”

“Then why c…can’t you come?”

“Mommy is very tired because I didn’t sleep well last night,” she said.

“Because of the baby!”

“No!” she couldn’t help but giggle. “You silly boy. It’s not because of the baby.”

Andy turned back and made his way back towards Morgan with his hands up, signalling that he wanted to be picked up again. As Morgan did so, he bent Andy over the edge of the boat again. “W…Where did the fishes go?” he asked.

“I think they swam away,” Morgan said.

“We have to go f…find them!” Andy exclaimed, looking at his dad. “Did they go to their h…h…home?”

“I think so.”

“Dada…do the f…fishies live like where Nemo lives?”

Morgan chuckled to himself. “No boobear. These fish live here in Vancouver. Nemo lives all the way on the other side of the Pacific Ocean in a place called Australia, in the Great Barrier Reef.”

“C…Can we go there?”

“Maybe one day,” Morgan kissed Andy’s cheek. “You wanna go find Nemo?”

Andy nodded his head. “I wanna find Nemo and D…D…Dory and the sea turtles!” he exclaimed. “We go with m…mamma and my new b…brother or sister.”

“That sounds like an amazing family trip,” Morgan commented. “Can Grandma Shirley and Grandpa Andy come too?”

“Yup!”

“What about Aunt Angie and Uncle Mason?”

“Of course!” he exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, causing Morgan to chuckle again. “My best friend Leon has to come with us!”

“Then it’s set!” he pulled Andy from over the boat to walk back towards where Bee was sitting. “Guess what mama! Pack your bags! We’re going to Australia!”

***

Monday, July 31st, 2028

Morgan could see the eyes and hair of Andy looking over the ledge of the skating rink at Hollyburn Country Club as he skated around the ice, doing a few warm-up laps with the other skaters so Andy could see him skate before trying to skate himself. Morgan waved at his son, and began to make his way over to where he was.

Andy didn’t move from standing on his tiptoes, looking past the ledge onto the ice, even as Morgan skated towards him, opening the gate and walking onto the soft ground. “Did you see me wave, Andy?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Did you see Grandma and Grandpa out there?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you ready to skate just like daddy?”

Andy didn’t respond. He looked out onto the ice for a few more seconds before slowly making his way over to the bench, sitting in front of Morgan who was already ready with the skates in his hand. As Morgan shoved them on and began tightening them, Andy became nervous. He tried to look over his shoulder to see if he could see the ice again, but he couldn’t. That made him all the more nervous. He looked back at his dad, shoving the other lace onto his left foot now.

“Dada…” Andy said uneasily, looking down at the skate Morgan was already tying up on his feet.

“Yeah, boobear?”

“I’m s…s…scared.”

The second the words escaped from Andy’s mouth, Morgan stopped his movements. He set down his foot gently as he looked at Andy worriedly. “Why are you scared?”

The small pout that formed on his face said enough. “What if I’m not g…good at skating like the other kids like I’m not good at t…t…talking like the other kids?”

Morgan’s heart broke into a million pieces. “Oh, Andy…” he said as Andy shed a tear. “Andy, that doesn’t matter at all.”

“I want to t…t…talk like all th…th…the other k…k…kids but I c…c…can’t, no matter how h…hard I t…t…try.”

Morgan moved closer to his son so he could hug him tightly. He hugged him for such a long time, but Andy didn’t pull away as he cried on Morgan’s shoulder. Morgan snaked his hand underneath the Rielly jersey his son wore to rub his back soothingly. “It’s okay, Andy. It’s okay,” he cooed over and over. “Andy, I want you to listen to me, okay? Look at me,” he said, finally pulling away. He wiped the tears away from Andy’s eyes and cheeks before he could continue. “It doesn’t matter that you stutter and the other kids don’t. It doesn’t matter at all. Remember how mommy and I say that what you say is more important than how you say it?” Morgan asked. Andy nodded his head. “That’s what matters, boobear. You’re still such a smart boy. You’re so smart and you’re so nice to all the other boys and girls. And you have so many friends who love you. You have your best friend Leon and you have Jace, and Isabella, and Henry and Jacob and Naylah and – Andy, listen. You’re always good enough, okay? You’re always good enough.”

“Okay…” he said, his voice still a bit uneasy. “But dada, wh…what if I can’t s…s…skate like you can? Or like J…Jace? Jace is good at s…s…skating.”

“Then that’s okay, boobear,” Morgan said. “You just have to try. If you never try then you never know if you can do it, right?”

“Right.”

“You wanna know a secret?”

Andy’s eyes went wide. “What?”

“One day, Grandpa Andy counted how many times I fell on my bum when I learned how to skate,” he said. “Guess what the number was.”

“F…Five?”

“One hundred and seventy two,” Morgan said dramatically, causing Andy’s jaw to drop. “One hundred and seventy two! But guess what? Daddy got up one hundred and seventy three times. Daddy kept trying and trying and trying and eventually, daddy learned how to skate.”

“And now daddy is a hockey player,” Andy said matter-of-factly.

“That’s right,” Morgan smiled. “So it doesn’t matter if you fall, Andy. It doesn’t even matter if you don’t like hockey. That’s okay too. But you have to try.” Morgan could feel a new sense of confidence emanating from Andy as he finished his story. Andy looked determined and ready. “Are you ready to try skating, Andy?”

“Yes dada. I’m ready.”

***

Tuesday, August 1st, 2028

“Take a deep breath in…and push for one…two…three…”

“AAAAAOOOOOWWWWW!!!!!”

“Five…six…seven…”

“You’re doing amazing, Bumblebee. Amazing.”

“Push again for one…two…three…four…four…four--”

Blood-curdling cries filled the room. Bee opened her eyes to see a baby being held in front of her – a beautiful, healthy baby screaming at the top of it’s lungs. From beside her, Morgan smiled.

“It’s a girl!” one of the nurses announced, laying their baby girl down on Bee’s chest, facing Morgan. She wailed and wailed and wailed, and Bee cried and cried and cried. Morgan looked into the eyes of his daughter and started crying too.

He had a daughter. A daughter.

“Hey dad – one more time,” the doctor said as she held out a pair of surgical scissors for Morgan to snip the umbilical cord. He did so while the other nurses tended to Bee and the baby, sucking the mucus out of her mouth and nose and wiping her down just like they did Andy when he was born.

Despite the actions of everyone working around him, Morgan couldn’t take his eyes off his daughter. He knew they’d have to take her away soon to weigh and measure her, but he became entranced with her, and the fact that he now had a daughter – he was the father to a son and a daughter – to call his own.

“Mrs. Rielly, we’ll just take her to measure and weigh, then bring her back wrapped for you,” one of the nurses said.

When the baby was gone, Bee looked to Morgan. He leaned down and gave her a big kiss. “I’m a mom to a daughter,” she whispered. “Morgan I…I have a daughter.”

“You’re a mom to a daughter, Bumblebee,” he kissed her again quickly. “You’re going to be amazing.”

***

“Okay, we have to be quiet as we go inside. Baby might be sleeping,” Shirley said as she walked behind little Andy and big Andy. She could tell Andy was trying to maintain his composure and not do his little excited hops as they walked into the room. When they turned the corner, they saw Morgan holding the baby in his arms, lying in bed next to Bee who was looking on lovingly. When the couple noticed everybody enter the room, they smiled.

“Hey boobear,” Bee smiled from ear to ear, her voice still a little strained. “Do you want to come meet your baby sister?”

“I have b…b…baby sister?”

“Yes boobear. Come here. Come sit on mommy’s lap,” Bee patted.

Shirley lifted him up onto the bed as Morgan gave the baby to Bee to show Andy. Andy looked on wide-eyed at the little baby in his mommy’s hands. “She’s g…girl like Isabella?”

Bee couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Mhm. This is your sister Maia. Maia Claire Rielly.”

“M…M…Maia,” Andy repeated. “Mama, I be good b…big brother to Maia.”

“I know you will,” Bee kissed the top of his head.

“You wanna give Maia a kiss?” Morgan asked.

Andy bent down and placed a light kiss on her forehead. “Hi M…Maia. I’m your brother Andy. You’re in V…V…Vancouver right now. But we live in T…T…Toronto.” He stopped suddenly, realizing something very, very important. “Dada, we t…take Maia home or she have to st…st…stay here?!”

Everybody laughed at Andy’s question. “Maia is coming home with us to Toronto, boobear. Don’t worry.”

***

Monday, September 18, 2028

“…and, you know, we’re just ready to get started, get going out there, making sure we get things done the way we want,�� Morgan answered the latest reporter’s question in the media scrum following the opening day of training camp.

“Morgan --” a new reporter interrupted Paul Hendrick, “we saw that your family grew this summer with the arrival of your baby girl.”

Morgan couldn’t help the smile that overtook his face as the words left the reporter’s mouth. He knew it would be brought up because, unfortunately, a picture had leaked. An “extended family portrait”, so to speak: a picture of John, Aryne, Jace, and Isabella; Angie, Mason, and Leon; Morgan, Bee, Andy, and Maia; and Tyler, all hanging out in Aryne and John’s backyard at Jace’s birthday party last week. “Ah, thanks. We did have a baby girl. It feels great.”

“Mom and baby are doing well?”

“Sure are,” he kept smiling, looking at the reporters to change the subject.

“Do you want to speak a bit about it so--”

“No. We’re not going to talk about that. But mom and baby are healthy. Big brother is happy he’s got a sibling. We’ll leave it at that.”

***

It’s a girl!

Morgan and Briony Rielly, along with big brother Andrew John, are delighted to announce the birth of their daughter, Maia Claire Rielly, born August 1st, 2028 at 3:42 pm, weighing 8lbs, 12oz, in Vancouver, British Columbia at the B.C. Women’s Hospital and Health Centre.

Maia is welcomed into the Rielly family by her loving grandparents Andrew and Shirley Rielly. She is also welcomed into the extended Toronto Maple Leafs and MLSE family. Morgan and Briony would like to thank the staff at the B.C. Women’s Hospital and Health Centre for their hard work and dedication to the medial profession.

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Alone, Together | My End and My Beginning: Epilogue 2 | Morgan Rielly

WARNING: THIS POST CONTAINS AN IMAGE THAT I HAVE MADE/DOCTORED SO THAT IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S FROM A MAGAZINE CALLED “TORONTO LIFE” (A REAL MAGAZINE) THAT CONTAINS A FACE CLAIM FOR BEE. IF YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE IT, SKIP PAST! IT’S A QUARTER OF A WAY THROUGH THE EPILOGUE.

July 2022

“I still can’t believe you’re engaaaaaaaaaaaaaged,” Angie wrapped her arms around Bee for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night as they stood out on the deck. Rocco and Clarette had thrown Morgan and Bee an engagement party at their house and had somehow invited the whole team and some of Bee’s work colleagues. Clarette was in heaven hosting for everyone. The team was in heaven gorging on the Italian food Rocco and Clarette catered in. Bee was sure Rocco had showed someone his vegetable garden.

“Can you believe?” Bee mimicked Jonathan Van Ness dramatically. “It’s finally happening.”

“It’s happening when it’s supposed to be happening,” Angie said. “You lived your life first. You accomplished your professional goals first. It was important for you to accomplish those things before marriage. You’re a fucking CFA, Bee. Morgan had better wife’d you up. Not like he can do any better.”

“Hey! That’s my fiancé you’re talking about!” Bee giggled.

“I know. And I love him. But it’s true.”

Bee rolled her eyes playfully at Angie’s words. “He bought us a house in Forest Hill, Angie.”

“You’re going to live in Forest Hill, Bee,” Angie gritted her teeth into a facetious smile. “Mason and I will be there every weekend.”

“Obviously.”

“Stealing all your food.”

“Of course.”

“Swimming in your pool. If you guys build a pool.”

“Better start buying more bathing suits.”

“Our kids will be best friends just like we are.”

Bee smiled. “Naturally. Like there’s any other option.”

***

December 2022

“Is there a way I can keep all these flowers after the wedding? Fuck,” Angie asked as she flipped through Rachel Clingen’s lookbook and the sketches that had been prepared for Bee. Bee had gone to see her a few weeks ago with Aryne, who was adamant that Rachel to the floral décor for the wedding. She didn’t disappoint. “This is going to look stunning.”

“I know, right? I can’t believe how good she is.”

“She’s great. It’s literally everything you said you wanted and she somehow made it come to life. And in the Grand Banking Hall? All that beautiful old architecture and then this? Literally every magazine should be begging you to profile it because it’s gonna look beautiful.”

Bee couldn’t help but chuckle. She had a much better relationship with the media now than she did when she first started dating Morgan, and she was much more comfortable around photographers or the press – especially in terms of hers or the Lady Leafs charity work – but she was always, always a bit weary. She wouldn’t want people she didn’t know at her wedding. A magazine had already approached her asking to profile the interiors of their house once it was completed, but she politely declined. Maybe she’d change her mind in the future, but she didn’t think so. “Rachel’s gonna put it up on her website. So is Mango – the photographers. I think that’s enough.”

“I think I’m gonna need a giant photo too to hang over my fireplace.”

“I think we should blow up this one instead,” Bee smiled, digging into her purse to retrieve the envelope she was planning to give to Angie this whole time.

Angie looked at her weirdly. She took the envelope from her, opening in slowly, only to reveal a photograph – perhaps the most important photograph: the first one they ever took together. It was in university, during a exam study session at E.J. Pratt Library. There was a stack of books beside both Bee and Angie. A girl they were friends with at the time had taken it, though they weren’t in touch now. “Oh my God,” Angie snorted as she inspected the photograph. “Look how awful my curls looked.”

“I still fell in love with you,” Bee winked.

Angie gave her another look. “So did Mason, surprisingly,” she quipped. “God, we were so young. We’re only eighteen here!”

“Remember how we stayed so late they kicked us out because they were closing?” Bee asked. Angie nodded her head. “Do you remember what you said to me after we packed up?”

Angie thought back. Bee watched as the gears in her head began to shift, and as the realization dawned on her, her brows furrowed. “I said ‘When I’m your maid of honour, I’m going to tell everyone the story of how I helped you pass this exam’,” she said.

Bee smiled. “So are you ready to do that or what?”

Angie pursed her lips to keep from crying, but when she looked at Bee, Bee could see a tear in her eye. “Obviously.”

***

“Hi my beautiful Isabella! Hi! Hi!” Bee smiled wide as she saw Isabella chilling in her Bumbo on the counter. “Are you happy to see Tia Bee?”

“BAH!” Isabella Tavares babbled happily, smiling. “Bah bah bah!”

“Bah bah bah!” Bee mimicked. “How’s my darling princess?”

“Darling princess is fine now that she’s burped,” Aryne smiled as she finished folding a dishtowel and lay it back on the counter. “Jace! Come say hi to Tia Bee!”

Bee heard the quick flutter of his steps as he ran to her from the family room. “Hi Tia Bee!” he screamed loudly, crashing into her legs and giving her a hug. Bee picked him up and held him in her arms as she kissed him dramatically all over his face, causing him to giggle profusely.

“How’s my prince doing?”

“Good.”

“What are you playing?”

“I play with my Lego.”

“What are you building?”

“I build a car.”

“Can you finish building your car and then show me?”

“Okay!” he said, wigging out of her arms and running back to his place on the carpet in the family room.

Bee turned back to Aryne, who was watching the whole encounter unfold. “What’s that in your hand?” Aryne asked.

“Oh, I got your mail for you,” Bee said absent-mindedly, handing her the envelope. “Just one thing in there.”

“Oh, thanks,” Aryne said as she began to tear it open. Bee looked on as she did, a small smile on her face. Like clockwork, Aryne’s eyes furrowed as she saw what was in the envelope: a card that had the first picture taken of them together, from a game at Scotiabank Arena. “What’s this?”

“Will you open it?”

Aryne flipped the card open on command, reading the words that Bee wrote. The more she read, the more her eyes began to well up with tears. “You want me to be your bridesmaid?”

“Of course I do,” Bee said softly. “I can’t imagine you not being up there with me, Aryne.”

Aryne began crying. She outstretched her arms as she walked around the island to hug Bee, squeezing her tightly. “I love you so much.”

***

“Oh…oh, Briony,” Shirley gasped as Bee walked out in the last dress. It was the first one they had chosen, but the last one Bee was trying on. From beside Shirley, Clarette put her hands over her mouth. “Briony, I…I’m speechless.”

“It’s looks good?” she asked nervously, patting down the delicate lace.

“It’s stunning,” Shirley nodded. “It’s perfect, sweetheart.”

“It’s the one,” Clarette said. “It’s so beautiful, mignonette. The lace is exquisite. The…the…everything.”

Bee turned to Angie, only to see her eyes red with tears. “What do you think?”

Angie shook her head, unable to find the words. She continued to shake her head until she could. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she said between sniffles. “Morgan’s gonna absolutely die.”

Bee turned around, looking at herself in the full-length mirror, most of the most important women in her life behind her. She saw the lace draped over her body and sprawling train behind her, delicate but elegant. The v-neck framed her chest and shoulders perfectly, the fabric draping over her hips. As she stared at herself, she pictured herself holding a bouquet. She pictured herself at the end of an aisle, a crowd of people standing in front of her. When the sales associate swooped in and placed a veil on her, the vision was complete. She pictured herself walking down the aisle. She pictured herself walking, making eye contact with the guests. She pictured Morgan at the top of the aisle staring back at her, smiling. She pictured Angie smiling. Aryne smiling.

“Is this the dress?” the sales associate asked.

Bee smiled. This is the dress.”

February 2023

“Hey Andy?”

“Yeah Bee?”

“Do you mind if I ask you something?”

“Of course. What is it?”

“Can…can you sit down?”

Andy stopped moving. He had been preparing a glass of water for himself, but he stopped as he looked at Bee and recognized how serious her tone was. “Is everything alright?”

“Everything’s fine, I just…I just want you to sit,” she repeated, going so far as to move the chair so he could follow her command.

He sat down slowly. “What’s going on?”

“Um. So listen,” she began nervously. “I know…you know…you know that I don’t have a dad – well I have a dad, I just don’t know my dad – and, well – I, uh, I – God, this isn’t coming out right at all,” she shook her head, her thoughts getting the best of her.

“Bee, calm down, it’s alright,” Andy said. “It’s just me.”

She nodded her head and took a deep breath. “You know how much I love you, and how much I appreciate you being there for me since the beginning of mine and Morgan’s relationship. And, well, I’m doing the father-daughter dance with Rocco during the reception, but I wanted you – I would love it if you could walk me down the aisle.”

“Oh, Bee…” Andy cooed, a giant smile overtaking his face. “Of course I’ll walk you down the aisle.”

“Really?”

“Are you kidding? Of course,” he repeated, reaching out to hug her. “I have two sons, Bee. I never thought I’d be able to get the opportunity. And now you’re able to give it to me.”

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“Be careful!”

“How do I get this thing off?”

“It’s delicate!”

“I know! I can’t get the – do I do the buttons or the zipper first?!”

“There’s only buttons, Morgan!” Bee exclaimed, giggling.

“Then what the hell is this?! What is – oh,” he stopped dramatically. “Oh, I gotta – okay – I – here we go,” he muttered as he began to unbutton the dress as quickly as his big thumb and drunken mind would let him. He knew he shouldn’t have had that last round of shots with Jake. “Jesus, how many buttons are there on this thing?!”

“It’s gotta stay on, doesn’t it?”

“NO! It’s gotta COME OFF!” he exclaimed, causing Bee to burst out into laughter. “It’s my wedding night, damnit! I WANNA HAVE SEX WITH MY WIFE! HOT, STEAMY SEX!”

“Is that what we’re gonna do? I thought we were just gonna put on our pyjamas,” Bee looked behind her, winking.

Morgan gave her a death stare. “Don’t even joke about that, Bumblebee,” he finished unbuttoning her dress. “Now get out of this thing so I can fuck you, please.”

“You need to be patient,” she instructed in as stern a voice as she could muster. “This thing is thousands of dollars. I can’t just whip it off, step out of it, and leave it on the floor or chair.”

“You can, you just decide not to.”

“I won’t, because it cost almost ten thousand dollars and it’s the most sentimental piece of clothing I will ever have.”

Morgan grumbled as he collapsed on the bed, still in his shirt and pants. He began unbuttoning his shirt as he watched Bee slip out of the dress slowly, making sure she located its hanger on the curtain rod before she did so. At the sight of Bee standing with no bra and only white lace panties, Morgan could feel his cheeks flush. “White, Bumblebee?”

“Was I going to wear any other colour?”

“You’ve got a mouth on you tonight.”

“Guess I should put it to good use, huh?” she arched her brow.

Morgan’s eyebrows rose. “Mrs. Rielly…” he began, shaking his head. The feeling of calling her that would never get old, he thought quickly. “Now that you’ve pinned me down with marriage you think you can talk to me like that?”

“Oh, I’ll pin you down alright.”

Morgan stuffed his hand down his pants. To him, there was no point in waiting anymore. She was standing there looking like that and he was too much of an impatient drunk to care. “Get over here, baby. Get over here now.”

“Patience.”

“I have no patience. Get over here!”

Bee took her time. She wanted to tease him; make him wait. She wanted him to groan in frustration and whine in anger. It was working. His look of frustration and overall unhappiness with how slow she was going was apparent on his face. When she finally climbed onto the bed, he picked himself up from his annoyance and practically lunged towards her, wrapping an arm around her body and pulling her down with him, causing her to yelp in laughter. He began placing light butterfly kisses on her exposed skin, smiling at every giggle that escaped her mouth.

“I’m never gonna get tired of saying that,” Morgan mumbled against her skin.

“What? Get over here?” she giggled out.

“Noooo,” he chastised. “Mrs. Rielly. You’re finally Mrs. Rielly.”

“Finally,” she smiled. “I can’t believe it either. This is the best day of my life.”

“This is the best day of my life,” Morgan repeated. “Can’t believe I landed such a fox.”

“Can’t believe I landed such a hunk.”

Morgan smiled sheepishly as he finally kissed her on the lips, slow and sensual and all encompassing. “I love you so much, Briony Rielly.”

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Alone, Together | Chapter 39 | Morgan Rielly

A/N: I can’t believe this is the penultimate chapter guys. I’m writing the last one and, like, sobbing. And then the epilogues - more sobbing. Just sobbing all around. Hope you guys enjoy!

Bee watched the video about thirty times in a row before she came to terms with it.

At first, it was because Hank was so cute. Sitting there on his blanket on the grass in his little striped onesie, his chubby rolls on full display, he rattled a Tupperware full of snacks with his helmet on. She couldn’t keep her eyes off of him and his big smile, and when he laughed excitedly at the end, her heart warmed. It was a happy noise he made countless times when he was in her arms too, though she hadn’t heard it in person since May. It was now September.

It was only after she registered how cute Hank was that Bee heard Jake’s voice in the background. “Where we goin’ this year? Where we goin’ this year man?” he beckoned Hank, who looked at him with some confusion. Eventually, he looked to the side, his helmet revealing the Carolina Hurricanes logo.

It was then, and only then, that Bee felt her heart drop into her stomach. Carolina. Jake, Lucy, and Hank were moving to Raleigh, North Carolina, to be members of the Carolina Hurricanes.

On the one hand, Bee was happy. She knew how hard of a time Jake had in Toronto. She knew demons followed him from game sevens of the past and bad defensive mistakes. She knew all that. Carolina would be quieter – much quieter – if there was even going to be any noise at all. Carolina was a small market team, and not on a lot of people’s radars besides their whole ‘Bunch of Jerks’ campaign and their playoff run. They were a young team, with a good coach, and nothing to lose. It would be a perfect fit for Jake after the loud, emotionally draining eight years of being in Toronto.

But she had to think selfishly, on some level. Lucy was gone. Yet another one of her rocks gone to another city. A woman who took her under her wing, taught her about hockey, took her shopping after the break in, and made her feel at home amongst the Toronto Maple Leafs organization; a woman who knew exactly how to cheer her up with pictures and videos of Hank; a woman who bestowed upon her the title of “Auntie Bee” that Bee kept so near to her heart.

For Morgan, his best friend – gone. The man he roomed with when he first came to Toronto. The man he “shared custody” of Uma the Puma with. The man who cut Morgan’s hair, helped him properly tie ties, teased with weird Americanisms and sayings, and drove crazy until finally moving out. For Jake, a groomsman at his wedding. A guy who, despite being three and a half years younger than him, acted like an older brother while navigating the hockey life and living in a new city. “Uncle Morgan.”

Bee cried silently to herself. She was alone in her office – with Morgan working out at the gym that morning – when the news broke. She assumed Jake probably tried to get a hold of Morgan before he posted the video, but Morgan never checked his phone during a workout. He would have called Bee to let her know. It was only when Mark Travers knocked on her door that she was brought back down to reality, having to compose herself in less than ten seconds before he opened the door and walked into her office.

“I was wondering if you have those updates spreadsheets for Peralta and Partners,” he said, focused on reading whatever was on his phone.

“Yeah, of course,” she said, her voice soft, trying not to sound like she had just been crying. She gathered the files he needed, getting up from her desk and handing it to him. “Here you go.”

He took the files from her and was due to walk out of her office without even looking at her once during the entire interaction. She was thankful – worried that her eyes were still red – but once he stopped in the doorway and turned around, that all went away. “You hear that Gardiner signed with Carolina?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah,” she nodded her head slightly. “I just heard.”

“Maybe we’ll finally have room for Mitch. And fuck – maybe we’ll finally replace him with a half-decent defenseman,” Mark quipped, finally looking at her. “What’s Mo think?”

Bee held her breath. She didn’t want to get emotional in front of her boss. She liked Mark, but she wanted to yell at him for his comment. “Morgan and Jake are best friends. Morgan was in his wedding party. So I assume he isn’t going to be the happiest about this,” she said simply, curtly, with no emotion.

Mark pursed his lips at her words. He realized the tone in which he said his comment probably wasn’t the best. “Ah. Well then. That makes me a bit of a dick then, doesn’t it?”

She wasn’t going to answer that question. “Do you need to bring those spreadsheets into the Peralta meeting or not?”

Mark decided to leave her alone, closing her office door behind him so nobody would bother her. Bee let out the breath she was holding and shook her head, letting a few stray tears fall again. After composing herself, she picked up her phone, reading over Lucy’s Instagram post again and again before she finally tapped to comment and began writing something out. She must have started, deleted, and changing things over a dozen times before she finally hit post.

@brionymctavish: Lucy <3 <3 <3 you know how much you, Jake, and Hank mean to me. From the beginning you guys welcomed me with open arms and treated me like family – the family I never had. The way you and Jake helped after the break in and after my mother passed away is a testament to how good you are as people. You have no clue how much I love you guys. Your Toronto family will miss you so dearly. I hope Jake won’t be able to smell Morgan in Carolina…

***

“I can come in with you, if you want,” Morgan offered as they sat in the waiting room together, her hand clasped tightly in his, resting on his lap. “If you’re really nervous or --”

“It’s okay,” Bee intervened. “You sound more nervous than I am.”

“I know this was your decision,” Morgan started, “and you know I support you a hundred percent. Always. I just know this is your first time and it’s going to be heavy and you’ll probably start talking about things that will bring up some bad memories for you and--”

“Briony McTavish?” the receptionist called out, a smile on her face. Bee perked up. “Doctor Rowell is ready for you.”

Bee could feel Morgan squeeze her hand even tighter. He gave her another look before she began to stand up. “Briony, I can come if you--”

“It’s okay, Morgan,” she assured him, bending down to kiss him. “Go get some coffee. It’ll just be an hour.”

Morgan stood up to be at level with her and kissed her again. “Are you sure?”

“I’m positive. This is going to be great. It’s going to help so much.”

Morgan nodded his head. He knew she was right. “I love you Bumblebee. Always.”

“And I love you too.”

Bee began making her way further into the office, looking back one time and noticing Morgan waiting for her to disappear down the corridor. The receptionist led her to an office near the end of the hallway where a professionally dressed woman in her early 40s was writing something at her desk. “Doctor Rowell, your new patient Briony McTavish is here.”

Dr. Rowell’s smile was warm, and she immediately stood up from her desk to greet her. “It’s nice to meet you, Briony,” she extended her hand. “I’m Georgina Rowell.”

“You can call me Bee,” Bee smiled as she shook her hand. “It’s very nice to meet you, Doctor Rowell.”

“You can close the door, Deborah,” Dr. Rowell said. “Briony, you can take a seat,” she motioned to the chairs in the room as she began walking back to her desk. Both women settled into their seats comfortably before making eye contact again and smiling. “Is this your first ever therapy session, Briony?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Well then, let’s get started.”

***

Bee’s heart was pounding out of her chest as she tried to walk calmly through the hospital, appeasing the skip in her step and the fact that she wanted to scream from the top of her lungs in pure jubilation. ‘Aryne had the baby!!!!! Did you hear?! ARYNE HAD THE BABY!!!!!’ she wanted to scream at every doctor, nurse, patient, attendant, porter – anybody she walked by. She couldn’t contain the smile on her face. She’d called Morgan, already in Newfoundland for training camp, to let him know. She’d scream it from the rooftops if she could. Megaphone and everything.

She knocked softly on the door of Aryne’s room, flowers in one hand. “Hello?” she asked.

She noticed John peek his head back from the chair he was sitting on. “Hey, come in,” he whispered, beckoning her inside the room.

Bee shuffled in quickly, seeing John sitting on his chair beside the bed, Aryne propped up comfortably with the baby in her arms. He was wrapped up in his little blanket and hat – the traditional ones that hospitals always gave – his face scrunched up, his eyes closed. Aryne was beaming down at him. John too. In that moment, nothing else mattered in the world.

“Congratulations,” Bee whispered, hugging John from behind.

“Meet our baby boy. Baby Jace,” Aryne smiled.

Bee beamed from ear to ear. “Baby boy! Baby Jace!” she whispered-screamed, containing a squeal. She got as close as she could without being too eager and overbearing, taking into account all his little features and expressions. Aryne couldn’t keep her eyes off of him; neither could John. “You guys…he’s perfect.”

“It was quite the labour,” John commented, rubbing Aryne’s leg through the sheets. “Maybe ten hours or so? They weighed him at a whopping nine pounds, seven ounces.”

Bee’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. “Nine-seven?! Fuck Aryne…God bless,” she giggled.

“I know, right?” Aryne rolled her eyes playfully. “But he’s healthy – that’s what matters. I’d do it all over again.”

Bee set the flowers down on the windowsill before she sat on the edge of Aryne’s bed. John stood up to leave them alone, saying he was going to go get some coffee, kissing Aryne before kissing baby Jace’s forehead. Aryne told Bee about the labour and delivery, how nice all the hospital staff and nurses were, and how their families had already visited and were due back that night to help out. The meeting with the lactation consultant went wonderfully and Jace was already a pro. John had already changed a diaper. They were going to be discharged tomorrow, thankfully, so they could go home and start nesting. Jace was sleeping, or else Aryne would have let Bee hold him, but both women knew there would be many, many opportunities to hold him in the future.

“This’ll be you one day, you know,” Aryne said softly, looking between Bee and Jace. “I’m not saying it’s going to happen to you tomorrow or whatever, but it’s going to happen for you.”

Bee inhaled deeply. “Yeah. I know.”

“You see that for yourself, right? I know that Angie tells you that all the time…that you deserve all the good things in life in spite of what happened in your past. And I don’t mean kids. I mean, like…happiness.”

Bee nodded her head. “I do. I see it with Morgan.”

“He sees it with you too,” Aryne said. “Like I even have to tell you that. I think he saw it with you the first time he laid eyes on you.”

“I don’t think so,” Bee chuckled slightly.

“Well I think so,” Aryne smiled. “And I happen to think you two would make the cutest babies in existence, but that’s neither here nor there. I hope you see happiness with me too – well, me, John, Jace, the Leafs…”

Bee nodded her head. She knew what Aryne was getting at. She knew Aryne was in a very emotional state right now and that she needed to hear these words, but it wasn’t like Bee was saying them just to appease her. Bee meant it. She truly, truly meant it. Despite what had happened to her this past year – the break in, her mother dying, Morgan’s March conundrum, game seven with Boston, her friends leaving, and most recently, the alcoholism reveal, she was the happiest she had ever been, by a long shot. Despite those things happening, she met the most amazing people, participated in the most amazing events, landed her dream job, graduated with a Master’s, made more friends, and started volunteer work. It was an emotional rollercoaster, but it was the best year of her life. “Of course I do. You guys are my family,” she said softly. “I don’t…I don’t see it with anybody else besides you guys. This is the family I’ve built for myself.”

Aryne’s eyes began watering. “Okay. Okay,” she nodded, trying to keep it together. “Sorry. I’m just --”

“Why are you apologizing? You just had a baby eight hours ago,” Bee couldn’t help but smile. “I’d be an emotional fucking wreck.”

“I am though!” Aryne giggled through her tears. “I am an emotional wreck! I can’t believe how close we’ve gotten in how short a time, and I can’t believe how it feels like you were always meant to be in my life.”

“You were always meant to be in my life too. I think you were always meant to be like my big sister. The big sister I never had,” Bee rubbed her arm.

“I love it. I take that role very seriously, if you can’t tell,” Aryne said, wiping stray tears from her eyes. “Even John. Your big brother.”

“John’s…” Bee tried to find the right words to express what she was feeling. “He’s been…the best,” she was about to get emotional now too. She thought back to the phone call he made to her after Danielle approached her in the restaurant. Encouraging her to get lawyers involved. Offering his lawyer. The wise advice he gave her. He was on the phone with her for a good half an hour, listening to her and talking to her about everything. He was a rock. She always knew he was a rock, but that confirmed it for her.

“I just want to make sure you know how loved you are, and how much we consider you like family,” Aryne said. “I mean it, Tia Bee.”

“Tia?”

“Portuguese for aunt,” Aryne informed her. “Hank and Jace don’t know how lucky they are to have an aunt like you.”

***

“If your boyfriend kisses a fish he’s never allowed to kiss me hello again.”

Bee snorted at Angie’s words as Mason plopped down beside her on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. “Shut it. He’s becoming a Newfoundlander.”

“I think there are other ways of becoming a Newfoundlander besides kissing a cod fish on the lips,” Angie grimaced.

“There isn’t!” Bee exclaimed. “He told me he volunteered to do it. They’re all gonna go to a bar. They get certificates and everything.”

“You should frame it and put it up next to your Master’s diploma.”

Bee pinched the skin on Angie’s forearm tightly, causing her to yelp. Mason almost spilled the popcorn. “You’re mean, you know that?”

“Ladies, have we picked a movie?” Mason intervened. “Do I need to sit in between you to separate you? You know, like you’re five?”

“We’ll behave mom,” Angie sneered jokingly. “I think we decided on The Prince and Me.”

“The Prince and Me? Really?”

“It was filmed at Victoria College, Mason,” Bee said. “Plus who wouldn’t want to make out with a Danish prince in the stacks of E.J. Pratt library?”

“I bet Freddie Andersen made some girl’s dreams come true that way,” Angie quipped again.

Another pinch from Bee; another yelp from Angie. “Do not bring my darling Fred into this.”

“Into what?”

“Your perverted mind!”

“You’re telling me you’ve never fantasized about bringing Morgan into Pratt or Robarts to an obscure section where no-one ever goes so he could fuck you against the stacks?”

Bee stayed silent. Mason pretended to gag. Angie had a proud look on her face. “Case closed.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you too,” Angie made a kissy face. “Now give me some of that popcorn.”

They settled into the couch and cuddled into each other as they began the movie, sharing the popcorn amongst them – finishing it early enough that it forced Mason to make another batch in the microwave. Cuddling on the couch with them, stuffing her face with popcorn, watching a cheesy romantic movie, reminded Bee of her life before Morgan. Before Morgan, it was just the three of them, together, against the world. So much had changed since then, with the entrance of the Leafs, with people like Tyler and Fred and John and Aryne, with travels to Vancouver, with media attention, with DMs, and with her education and job. When she thought about it – when she really thought about it – Bee couldn’t believe it had all happened within the year. She was in such a different place than she was a year ago, but that was a good thing.

She was moving forward.

But at the same time, she could always go back to cuddling on the couch with Angie and Mason. It was somewhat true, she thought, the saying that she’d heard time and time again: the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Near the end of the movie, Bee felt her phone vibrate a few times. When she saw that it was Morgan texting her some pictures, she immediately opened the message. The first few were of the scenery around town in St. John’s, and of the coastline where it looked like he, Fred, and Jason Spezza all went for a hike on Signal Hill. It was the following pictures that piqued her interest. Darker and less scenic, she knew exactly what they were before she even opened them. When they enlarged on her screen, she smiled.

“What’s got you smirking, Bee?” Mason asked.

“Folks…I think my boyfriend has replaced me with a cod fish.”

Angie’s eyes bulged at her words. “If you show me that picture I’m gonna barf.”

Bee did anyway. She turned her phone screen to them. Mason was thoroughly enjoying it; Angie was gagging. Bee swiped through the pictures and laughed when she landed on the last one. “Look! Even the Crown Prince of Denmark got in on the action!” she squealed, showing the picture of Fred kissing the same fish.

“FRED!” Angie wailed, horrified and disgusted all at once. “How could he?!”

“He’s an honourary Newfoundlander!” Mason exclaimed excitedly.

“I’m never going to look at those soft lips the same way again,” Angie grimaced.

Mason shot her a horrified look, causing Bee to start laughing uncontrollably. In between her laughs she could hear Mason huff, “Does this mean Fred is a part of your freebie five now? I don’t know if I like that! He’s too close!”

***

“I’ve gotta bring you to Newfoundland,” Morgan mumbled in between Bee’s kisses as they were cuddling on the couch the night of his arrival back to Toronto. “The water is so blue, Bumblebee. And the people are so nice. The accent is a bit interesting, but my God, I’ve never met such genuinely nice people in my life.”

Bee giggled as she stopped kissing him momentarily to look him in the eye. “You’re gonna have to bring me,” she said, a mischievous grin on her face. “Or maybe I’ll go with Angie.”

“Whomever you go with, you just need to go,” his breathing was heavy. “You’ll love the water Bee – love the water – it’s just so blue. And you can get screeched in too.”

“Are we gonna kiss the same fish?”

“I don’t know if I like you kissing something Auston has also kissed,” he quipped, causing her to laugh out loud. “He already made out with one of your cupcakes. I think that’s enough.”

“Come here,” she bit her lip before leaning in to start kissing him again. She took the initiative to take off her sweater, leaving her in just her plain t-shirt bra. That didn’t stop Morgan from kissing down her neck and licking his way over to the top of her breasts, escalating things even quicker than she had anticipated.

“I missed you so much,” he mumbled against her skin as he worked on unclasping her bra. “Missed your lips. Your skin. Your boobs.”

“You always miss my boobs.”

“They’re the best boobs in the fucking world,” he mumbled, finally unclasping it and snaking it off her arms before throwing it on the coffee table. She couldn’t help but giggle again as he dove in, his lips running amuck along her skin, licking and sucking at one of her nipples.

Bee enjoyed the feeling of hit hot mouth and tongue on her breasts, as she always did, and slipped her hands underneath his hoodie to feel his abs and chest. Eventually, she took it off of him, leading him to wrap his arms around her and lie her down on the couch, hovering on top of her. He kissed his way down her body to the top of the leggings she was wearing, pulling them off with ease. “I missed this the most,” he mumbled, feeling the heat from her core as he placed his hand in between her thighs, over the plain cotton underwear she was wearing.

“Did you?” she breathed out.

“You know I always do,” he said. “I can’t wait to bury my face in your pussy, baby.”

“Then why don’t you?” she arched her eyebrow, her voice holding a little bit of attitude in it.

Morgan smirked, shoving her underwear off before spreading her legs open with his hands. “You saucy minx,” he said with an equal amount of attitude. “You’re lucky I’m desperate to taste you or else I’d tease the fuck out of you.”

He didn’t waste time as he began to lap at her and suck on her clit, causing her to moan out his name and squirm. Like he’d done countless times before, he brought his arms up and held her in place, keeping her pleasure in his control. The moans of his name became louder and louder the more he lapped at her, and eventually, she was a swearing, screaming mess on the couch, shaking from pleasure as she was sure her juices coated Morgan’s face, just how he liked it. When he finally stopped, rising from his position and hovering over her body, she watched as he licked his lips hungrily before he dipped down to kiss her. “You taste so fucking good.”

“Mo--”

“So fucking sweet. So fucking delicious,” he mumbled against her lips in between sticking his tongue into her mouth. She made sure to shove his pants down his legs to free his cock. “I could eat you all fucking night.”

Bee smiled as she felt his arms snake around her body again, and he pulled her up and adjusted their positions so she was sitting on his lap again. Almost immediately, she grabbed his cock and sat on it, grabbing the couch behind Morgan’s head to steady herself. Morgan buried his face between her breasts again as she adjusted to his size, slowly rocking back and forth.

“We still gonna go to Positano?” she asked softly, giving him a quick kiss.

“Of course.”

“And Lake Como?”

“Yes.”

“And New Zealand?”

“Yes.”

“And Turkmenistan?” she smirked.

Morgan huffed, a smile playing on his face. “Turkmenistan and Antarctica.”

“And now Newfoundland.”

“And now Newfoundland,” Morgan affirmed. “I fucked you on a boat on the west coast and I’ll fuck you in a boat on the east coast too.”

Bee couldn’t help but laugh again. “Promise?”

“Oh, I promise.”

She continued to rock back and forth on his cock, shoving her breasts into his face and increasing her pace. Morgan’s hands travelled all over her body before one snaked its way between them, his thumb rubbing at her clit. It didn’t take long for her to reach her climax, screaming out his name and shuddering in his arms. Morgan kept thrusting in and out of her until he got his sweet release too, causing her to shiver again as she felt him filling her up.

As they came down from their highs, Bee moved so she could look Morgan in the eyes, cupping his face between her hands. “I’m gonna miss you so much when the season starts again.”

“Shhhhh…” Morgan responded almost immediately. “Don’t. Don’t do this to yourself Bee.”

“I’m just saying--”

“Shhhhh,” he repeated, kissing her. “Just focus on the now. Us. Together. Right now.”

Bee nestled her face into the crook of his neck. She thought about how cold the bed would be without him, but how warm it would be when he returned. She thought about how empty the apartment would be with just her and Bruce, but how full it would feel when he returned. She thought about how empty the couch would be with only she and Brucey cuddling, but how warm and cozy it would be when he returned. Morgan just made everything better; it was the type of person he was. It was how he changed her life. “If I had my way I’d have you with me all the time,” she said, her voice quiet.

“Me too, Bumblebee. If I had my way we’d stay like this forever.”

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