A little owie
Pairing: dad!quinn Hughes x mum!reader
A/n: I did crank this out in about 45 minutes. I did have three redbulls today.
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The weeks had been building up to this. It was the first time Oliver had been able to come to a game since he was born. And the first y/n has been able to attend since giving birth.
Back in Vancouver Y/n and Quinn had thought he was too young to bring to an arena full of people. Quinn more specifically worried about Ollie’s immune system.
Then the trade happened. Quinn was whisked away to Minnesota over night, while Y/n was left to pack up everything with Ollie, and of course the help of Ellen.
Then came the Olympics, postponing the minestrone again.
But they finally made it.
Ollie had never looked so cute. A tiny Minnesota jersey over his sweater and a beeniee squishing down the thick brown hair hed popped out with, definitely inherited from his father.
“Can you see dada, Bub?” Y/n whispered to the child she held on her hip while rink side during warm ups.
“Mm mm.” He shook his head not quite being able to pick out his father from the blurred jerseys passing by.
“Gotta look reeeeal careful Bub.” Y/n point out to the ice. “See right over there.”
The boy follows her motion. “Da da!” He bounced up and down. Reaching out to the glass with a smile causing y/n to chuckle. She let her son tap on the plexiglass.
Across the ice Quinn’s ears picked up the familiar call, turning his head to see the pride and joy of his life. Excusing himself from his coach and gliding over with a big smirk he stopped on the other side of the glass waving to his son.
“DA!” Ollie hit his little fist on the glass with a smile.
“Gentle Ollie” y/n reminded him.
“Hey bud.” Quinn mouthed hoping Ollie would understand.
“Da play.”
“Yeah dad’s playing tonight bud. You gonna cheer for me?” Quinn spoke so Ollie could heard through the glass, thankfully the arena wasn’t too loud yet.
Ollie nods with a giggles.
“You gonna cheer for me too?” Quinn turns his attention to his wife.
“Depends how good you play.” Y/n teased.
“Always so mean to me.”
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During the game Y/n and Ollie watched from the Quinn’s player box. Ollie fascinated with how the players moved around the ice, his full attention on the game.
Y/n had seen that look before. It’s the same one Quinn has when he watches hockey
Complete captivation.
‘Just like your dad’ y/n thinks to herself patting Ollie’s head.
The moments gone all too soon. The crowd collecting wincing when Quinn is checked into boards hard.
“Dada!” Ollie shouted in panic eyes locked on the jumbotron replay.
“Hey hey Bub it’s okay.”
“Da owie.” The child exclaimed, frustrated that to him his mother didn’t seem concerned enough.
“I know hun I know. Dad’s gonna be okay I promise.” Y/n pulled him close. “See there he is he’s up again.” She pointed out the ice showing her son that Quinn was indeed okay.
But that wasn’t enough, Ollie’s face contorted as he started to cry. “Dada.”
“Aw buba.” Y/n held her son close hoping to lessen his worries.
The moment the game was over y/n took a mildly still distraught Oliver down to the family area where they waited to see Quinn.
He came out of the locker room sweaty and still half in his gear.
“Hey bud how’d you-“
“Da!” Ollie almost cried, lunging forward into his father’s chest.
“Woah there, what’s this about.” Quinn looked to y/n.
“Not quite fond of the violence yet.”
“When I got checked?” Quinn asked to clarify.
“Yeah.”
“Oh Buddy.” Quinn took Ollie out of y/n arms.
“Dada owie.”
“I know bud im okay.” He put the boys hand on his face. “See all okay.”
Ollie pouted still not satisfied with the conclusion.
Quinn kisses Ollie’s forehead “tell you what. Let dad go get changed and you give me a full check up when we get home okay?”
Ollie’s nods still pouting.
“Alright back to mum, I’ll be as quick as I can. till then you hold on to this.” He holds up a puck to the boy.
Ollie taking hold “Puck!”
Y/n huffed “great, he can say dada and puck but I can barely get Ma half the time?” She said only half upset, earning a chuckle from Quinn as he hands Ollie back over.
Leaning into y/n he kisses her cheek “you can give me your own check up after his bedtime.” Quinn winked and turned, heading back to the locker room.
“Ma red.” Ollie poked Y/ns face.
“Yeah…dad does that sometimes.” She mumbled with a small smile.
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My ovaries exploded writing this.
Hope you enjoyed.
