milf wag macklin.
he stopped playing hockey a while ago, and while everyone laments the fact that the great and unstoppable macklin celebrini is no longer playing, having a family has sparked two new joys in macklin-
one? having as many fucking kids as he can convince will to stuff him with-
two? coaching.
he's started picking it up seriously and while he doesn't work for the sharks quite yet—although they are trying to land a deal soon—he's been making waves in the world of coaching, leading a few minor league teams to veryyyyyy successful seasons
but when he's not on the bench somewhere, he's always in the press boxes at SAP arena-
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"Is that your family?"
Will looks up from where he's been strecthing, eyes following to where the rookie defensemen beside him is pointing up at the boxes high above.
Macklin and all seven of the kids are in the press boxes tonight, a rarity in and of itself, and Will can't help the smile that spreads over his mouth as he takes in the scene. Teddy, their oldest at nearly seventeen now, Will can still hardly believe the number, sits on the end of the row. Beside him is one of the twins, Graysen it looks like, and beside him is Charlize.
When he and Macklin had agreed to go for baby number six, they had agreed that six was good, six was great. They were excited and ready, and then they found out that #6 was actually #6 and #7. A kid for every day of the week, Will had joked. Macklin hadn't laughed at the time, but Will blames that on the fact that Macklin had been very sensitive during his latest pregnancy. When they were born mid-summer last-last year, Richard and Graysen were officially going to be the last ones of the Celebrini-Smith clan.
But, as of last night, as Macklin and Will had laid in the dark, Macklin had floated out the idea of a eighth baby.
Will hadn't officially taken an opinion.
His inner opinons, however, were very pro-baby.
Next to Charlize up in the boxes, Macklin sat in the middle of the group, bouncing Richie on his knee while talking to William Jr. beside him. The third youngest had a huge bucket of popcorn in his lap that Michael, sitting beside him, kept picking out of. Ty is next to him, watching the ice below and mumbling something to Michael.
"Yeah," Will murmurs, shifting on the ice to get into a deeper stretch before the game starts. "That's my family."
The rookie shakes his head in what Will thinks is amazement. "Has anyone ever like, told you to stay off your husband? Or like. Use a condom?"
The sass is so out of character for the rookie that Will can't help but laugh out loud. As he stands, he wacks the young boy's shin guards with a bright smile.
"I've been hitting that beautiful ass raw for too long now, bud," Will chirps back. "What's the point of wasting perfectly good latex? After all, gotta leave some for you young guns on the rare occasion you actually hook somebody."
- 🐇
A mildly concerned rookie: Jesus christ mr. Smith stay off him!
Will: im gonna be on him even harder
