“Yep,” I timidly reply with a head nod.
Again, silence falls over the table. The waitress appears. “What can I get ya?” She’s oblivious to the silence right now.
“Can we have a few more moments?” Nessa politely says to the waitress.
“Sure, whatevs,” she nonchalantly replies, moving on to the next booth.
“Say something, Daddy,” Chelsea says after the waitress leaves.
“I’m gonna be a grandpa.”
“Yep,” I reply and just when I think he’s going to yell at me, a smile graces his face.
“I’m gonna be a grandpa.” He turns to Nessa. “We’re gonna be grandparents.” He excitedly voices, “Chelsea has a baby in her tummy. My baby’s having a baby.” He slaps the table, causing the cutlery to clatter around. “My baby’s having a baby,” he repeats as he slides out of the booth and pulls Chels up into his arms. “So pucking happy,” he murmurs into her hair.
Nessa and I sit here grinning as we watch Chelsea and her dad embrace. He grips her head in his palms and places a kiss on her temple. Then he turns his attention to me. “You hurt either one of them, I hurt you.”
“Understood, sir,” I reply with a nod, slightly shitting myself at his warning. He didn’t go this daddy bear when I asked him permission to marry Chels.
“Good.” He nods and then looks to Chels, who is still standing, tears welling in her eyes. “You okay, Pumpkin?”
“Perfectly happy,” she cries as a tear cascades down her cheek. “My hormones are hormoning and I’m starving.”
“As luck would have it, babe, we are in a diner, so sit down and we can order.”
Chelsea drops down beside me and when the waitress returns, she orders what feels like one of everything off the menu. When my baby momma is full, we exit the diner and begin walking down Broadway. “So, when’s your first ultrasound?” Nessa asks, just as a deep voice shouts, “You’re pregnant?”
We all turn toward the W Hotel and see Stefan and a sheepish-looking Wren staring at us. “I … umm, yeah, I am,” Chels replies, not sure if she should be confirming the news, especially to him. I know yesterday we kinda mended fences and all that, but it’s not like we’re buddy buddy and he’d be the first person I’d want to know.
He smiles. “Guessed it,” Stefan cockily replies. “Seems you’re not a very good goalie after all, you let one slip past the goal … but then again, in this instance, I think you want to miss, right?”
“Stefan,” Wren berates him. “Don’t be so rude and crass over something so exciting. Congratulations to you both,” she offers with a smile to Chels and me.
“Thanks, it was a shock but we’re happy,” I tell them.
A silence envelops us but the moment is interrupted when a kid comes up to us. “Mr. Jones, Mr. Däuchmen, can … can I get your autographs?”
“Of course,” I tell the kid and I drop down to a knee so we’re the same height. Chels hands me a pen and I sign the card in the kid’s hands. I notice it’s a birthday card. “Is it your birthday today?”
He nods and grins. “Yep, I’m ten today.”
“Well, happy birthday, lil’ man.” I ruffle his hair and then Stefan takes the pen and card from me and signs it.
“Can I get a pic too, please?”
“Sure,” Stefan says.
Stefan and I pose with the boy while Chelsea chats to his parents. “She’s pretty,” he whispers to me.
“The prettiest,” I agree.
“One day I want to play hockey like you and I’m going to have an even prettier girlfriend.”
“You do that, and I’ll be in the stands cheering you on.” He races over to his mom and excitedly tells her what I just said. Chels looks over and I throw a wink at her. She blushes and it reminds me of her cheeks from earlier this morning when she was riding me. My cock begins to twitch and I have to think of a naked Doucheman to deflate him.
“You really are going to be a great dad,” Stefan says, his words shocking me.
“Thanks, man … you will too … one day.”