What's one more? || dad!sc87 x reader
Summary: Being married to Sidney is nothing but domestic fluff. In fact, Sidney loves fatherhood so much, he wants more kids.
Warnings: minor language, Suggestive, not proof read, lowk anticlimatic ending sorry
Note: for the sake of the fic, Sid is younger- say late twenties early thirties. I was thinking like Sid is 33, reader 27 but it's really not that important. Also hopefully y'all accept the names I gave to the children lol
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At first, babies sounded scary. So delicate, so needy, so messy, so loud… they changed lives. Altered relationships and dynamics. They required responsibility, time, attention, and love.
Babies were something that were great for other people. Not Sidney Crosby. He was on top of his career, a household hockey name, and had recently been married to his beautiful wife. Marriage was enough of a step. A child was just too much.
But, two years down the road, the conversation came up. And a little over three years after that, Sidney was not just an iconic and beloved hockey player. He was a dad. A dad to two.
You looked up, eyes catching him as you gave a shy smile. Shy, because no matter how long you were with the man in front of you, you’d never quite get over feeling like a giddy school girl with a crush.
“What?” You asked with a soft chuckle, raising an eyebrow and questioning the stare he was giving you as you stood in the kitchen, meal prepping for the next few days.
“Nothing. Just thinking about how pretty you are.”
You snorted, eyes locked on him from where he stood. Even from the distance between you two, you were pretty sure you could see his pupils taking on the form of tiny dilated hearts. “You’re not so bad yourself old man,” You quipped back. A classic bit, Sidney’s deep set smile lines and salt and pepper hair giving his age away.
“Older man.” He corrected, letting out a mock scoff as he stepped closer, leaning against the kitchen island. “You make me sound like a predator every time you call me old man.”
“Because you are. Cradle snatcher.”
Sidney laughed, soft despite his amused scowl. He moved in, hands finding your waist as he pressed you against the counter, leaning down to give you a tender kiss that you happily accepted. “I’m six years older than you. You act like I’m seventy.”
“Aren’t you?”
He groaned, shutting you up by kissing you again, pulling back to say something before he was cut off by a squawk from the other room. Sidney lifted his head as your oldest ran into the room, eyes wide, messy head of dark waves that desperately needed a trim falling halfway over his eyes. “Winnie’s cryin-” he stated, breathless from his sprint to the kitchen. “She’s hungry!”
You chuckled at your son's matter-of-fact statement, announcing that his little sister had woken from her nap. He was getting to the age where he assumed that since he was going to preschool next year, he was practically an adult who knew all there was about the ins and outs of babies' needs. Sidney parted from you as he nodded a little.“Duty calls.” Your son Hudson turned to wander back into the living room as you pushed away from the counter to go retrieve your one year old daughter, not before you yelped at the feeling of a large hand landing firmly on your ass cheek. You whipped around as Sid grinned at you looking like a smug bastard. “Those pants make you look fucking delicious.”
“I’ll kill you,” You breathed, shooting him a warning glare, before you followed after your son, Sidney on your heels. You walked through the living room into the nursery as Sidney flopped down on the couch next to Hudson, patiently listening as the three years old filled him in on what had happened in the movie he had been watching before Winnie disturbed his peace.
The nursery was dark, but you could still see that the newest addition to the family, Winona (or Winnie as she was more often called) was in fact awake and hungry. You gave a wary smile despite your eleven month olds wailing, reaching into the crib to scoop her up, resulting in her shrieks almost instantly ceasing into little hiccups as she stared up at you with wide wet eyes.
The drone of the tv faded as you looked down at Winnie, settling onto the nursery rocking chair as her hands eagerly reached for your breast, wasting no time. Your eyes closed as you fed your daughter, resting your head back, a small smile settling on your face as you heard the rumble of Sidney’s voice through the door, sounding like your two boys were yapping more than watching. Life was better than you could’ve imagined. You’d thought marrying Sidney in your early twenties would be the peak of your happiness…but now at twenty-seven, you were a mother of two, and each day you were learning that there seemed to be no limit to how your heart grew.
Winnie settled after about a half hour, falling asleep once again at your chest. You cursed a little under your breath. If her nap was extended now, she surely wouldn’t go to sleep tonight…but that was just another trial or parenthood, and quite frankly you’d just accept your fate. Sidney would probably be the one rolling out of bed in the middle of the night to calm her down. He made a point of being an extra attentive father when he was home to make up for his roadies and late nights playing games. You never asked him to do so, but he always beat you out of bed, scolding you if you even tried to take over, often saying something along the lines of “being pregnant and giving birth twice is already more than I can ask for. Let me do the damn night feedings.”
You vaguely heard the tv shut off, snapping your mind back to the present, eyes flickering up to the nursery door as it creaked open and Sidney popped his head in. His face immediately broke into a fond smile at the sight of you and your daughter, her soft cheek squished against your chest, her breathing heavy. “My girls,” Sidney cooed, stepping deeper into the room, his voice low. “I promised Huds we’d make pizza tonight…I’m gonna take him to the store to get ingredients. You got toppings preferences?”
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A little over two hours later you were seated around the dinner table, misshapen slices of homemade pizza in front of you because Hudson decided that circles were boring, and forced Sidney to help him make various blobs of dough in nonconformist shapes. You didn’t complain, the food was great. Yet another plus about your husband–he was competent in the kitchen…more than competent, he was a damn good chef, and an even better baker. Conversation was about as light as you’d expect from a family where two of the members were under the age of four, mostly Hudson rambling on and Winnie screeching, your eyes occasionally catching Sidney’s across the table. You never once had to question if he was in love. Not when he looked at you like that. Somewhere in between washing dishes and wiping Winnie’s hands, he’d sidled up to you, pulling you into his side as he pressed a firm kiss to your cheek, resulting in Hudson shrieking a loud “eeewwwwww” from across the room. Evening rolled around, Winnie went down shockingly easy despite her extended nap, and Hudson only required one extra bedtime story which Sidney read to him.
You loved your days and nights when Sidney was around. Domestic, slow paced, and a full heart. You also loved that your kids went to bed at 7pm leaving you hours with Sidney alone.
You curled on the couch next to him, head in his lap as you looked up at him with a grin, his gaze already on you. “What’re you smiling at?”
“You.”
“Creep.”
He rolled his eyes playfully at your reply, fingers threading in your hair as he let out a deep sigh. “God forbid I love my wife.”
“Yeah. God forbid it. Stop loving me so much. My husband is too perfect, my kids are too perfect, and my life is definitely too perfect.”
Sidney’s face scrunched, thinking for a beat before his hand moved downwards, palm laying flat against your stomach. “Y’know what I think would make our perfect little life even better?”
You were pretty damn sure you did in fact know what he was alluding to. “Do inform me.”
“A baby.”
The look Sidney gave you was reminiscent of a hopeful puppy sitting at the dinner table looking for handouts. The silence hung in the air for a long while as he nudged you a little. “I mean, c’mon, what’s one more?”
“I gave birth like- yesterday. One more is a lot.”
Sidney crumpled a little, but nodded. “I mean it was eleven months-”
“You give birth next time,” you cut him off.
“Ok, ok! You’re right,” He relented, raising his hands in mock defence. “If I could bear your children, you know I would.”
“Yeah you would. Freak.”
Sidney nudged you again, a little stronger this time as he let out a chuckle, shifting to pull you upwards from your lying position, your face level with his. “You’re sexy, of course I’d have your babies.”
You kissed him softly at that, pulling back to look him over with a grin. “You’re sexier and that’s why I did have your babies.”
He hummed, content with that as his hands moved to your hips, fingers pinching your sides just slightly. “If I’m so sexy…then what’s one more?” He repeated the question and you swatted his chest softly.
“Stop ovulating stinker."
"Stinker? Did you learn that insult from Hudson?"
"Yeah, actually. You got a problem with that?"
Sidney just grinned, pressing a light peck to your nose before he pulled back. "Not a problem stinker."
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Three months after that quiet evening, you stood in the bathroom. Sidney's arm was around your shoulders as you stared at a positive pregnancy test. Your gaze drifted up to him, no words necessary with the expression on your face. A smile, but a tired and amused one at that. "We weren't even trying for one...."
"Babe, you asked me not to pull out like- at least five times the last few months...That's kinda how baby making works. Not pulling out."
You nudged him lightly with an elbow. He wasn't wrong. You set the test down as you closed your eyes for a moment, his grip on you tightening in a little squeeze of comfort. "Hey...we've got this."
You sighed deeply, nodding. Happy, but still a little nervous as was usual. "No, no I know we do. We've done it twice now...and I'm excited, it's just...scary as usual."
Sidney hummed in agreement. "I know my love." Another squeeze of your shoulder. "But I'll be here every step of the way."
"Your coach is gonna be livid."
"Pppffftt, he can suck it. My wife is having another baby, and I'm gonna take as long of a paternity leave as I need."
Your smile was warm as you rotated your body to wrap your arms around Sidney as he happily hugged you back, lips pressing against the top of your head as he held you tightly to his chest, a comfortable silence falling over the two of you as you both let reality set in. It would be hard having another baby. But you both wanted this.
"I love you so fucking much," He finally whispered, breaking the silence, nose still nuzzled in your hair.
"And I love you."
Another long pause as he kissed your forehead yet again, and you could feel his grin against your skin. He was being quite nonchalant- but you knew he was absolutely giddy inside, only downplaying everything to allow you to process things properly.
"Who should we tell first?"
Sidney pulled back just enough to meet your eyes as you asked your question, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Hudson probably. He's gonna be ecstatic to have another playmate."
You nodded in agreement before Sidney continued. "Then Geno. Who'll probably recommend us a new condom brand."
"Probably," You snorted. "A shame we didn't use condoms."
Sidney smirked, finger moving up to boop your nose. "Real shame. But I'd do it again, and again, and again."
Your eyebrow quirked at that, your own smirk matching Sidney's. "If I'm already pregnant, there's no reason we can't have a fun evening...condom free, raw and-"
He cut you off, "alright, alright, you insatiable little thing."
"You're the one who keeps knocking me up."
"You love it."
"I do. I love you."
"And I wouldn't have it any other way."
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