Are there any cool deleted TMD scenes that you wish had been included in the movie?
EVERYTHING IN THIS GIFSET. esp the connie/guy helmet kiss. also!! other stuff under a cut because i ramble
other than the (confirmed) deleted scenes, i would’ve liked to see some of the storylines that were a thing in the earlier drafts of the scripts. like, charlie’s blatant abandonment issues because of his dad (and how he compared bombay to him). more of fulton’s identity crisis! they hinted at it in d3, but it didn’t go anywhere beyond “who am i now (without portman here)?” and thinking he isn't good enough. they should’ve stuck to the original draft where he scored the final goal instead of goldberg tbh. esp because goldberg didn’t do shit to earn it other than try to sabotage his teammate...
also connie & julie bonding in d2! we were robbed. and i’ve mentioned before how adam and julie were romantically involved – i don’t necessarily want to see that, but i would’ve loved to see the scenes of them talking about their mutual love of hockey and where she helps take care of his wrist. i feel like julie kind of got fucked over in terms of screentime. i understand not wanting to showcase her talents until the very end, but she should’ve had more focus (like goldberg in d3, who - despite not being the starter - got a shit load of screen time. even tho his character development was trash). also, more about russ’ fears about losing his scholarship. that was an entire arc in the OG d3 script. as was linda’s activism!! i get it, it’s (not even) a two-hour movie and they didn’t have time. but a lot of storylines in d3 were “started” only to never be brought up again… such a waste imo.
AND, because i am nothing if not predictable, i really would’ve loved to see all of jesse’s scenes they cut out of the OG d2 script. the one where he calls out a security guard for racial profiling, or the one where he fires back at stahl by speaking icelandic lmao. imagine learning another language just to talk trash… he did that! ofc would’ve loved to see even more of charlie & jesse’s ~coparenting. it was really them versus bombay in the OG script. i do think d2 (the movie) subtly hints at it but now knowing that there was more, i wish we could've seen it!
the OG d1 script that's available to read (titled 'bombay') is too different from the actual d1 movie so i can't really think of scenes there that would still make sense to include with the characters we know. tho i do like that one of the few things they kept in is the fact that jesse and banks were rivals. written in the stars since day one!!! but i digress.
normalize creators replying to fanon shippers with “that’s great that you’re inspired to write your own version of things. keep doing that! but please respect our version of our story.”
normalize fans being reminded that boundaries between fandom and creators exist for a reason.
normalize fans recognizing their own creative potential without seeking canon validation
normalize the idea that fandom is a hobby, not an identity to threaten and fight and harass people over
normalize a healthy understanding of the boundaries between fiction and reality
LIKE. thinking about it, it sort of blows my mind that orion gets so much flack. i feel like the most obvious reason for this is that the fandom is protective of charlie and it’s clear that, from moment one, he doesn’t exactly see eye-to-eye with orion and we’re coaxed to be on his side. but like, let’s take off those charlie-tinted glasses for a second.
while i don’t blame him for accepting a new job because hey, man, that’s life, bombay is still the one who ups and leaves the ducks without even bothering to introduce them to their new coach. he doesn’t even stick around to ease them into the transition. it’s also likely that he never had a one-on-one with the rest of the ducks to tell them the news either (fulton says “[portman] found out bombay bailed and he bailed too…” which implies that portman never talked to bombay face-to-face about it and heard it elsewhere). like… what is up with that?
charlie pretty much goes “screw this new coach he has to adapt to the ducks and not the other way around” and begins practice without waiting on orion. they hadn’t even seen him once at this point. boy, who raised you? i know casey taught you better manners than that! he never would’ve pulled that shit with bombay.
and yet, despite that, it still took coach orion only one practice for him to realize that julie was the better goalie and to make her the starter. unlike bombay–who knew she was too! but who still prioritized the fact that he knew goldberg longer over giving her a fair shot.
even despite the blatant disrespect charlie showed coach orion upon their first meeting (which caused him to be fairly stripped of his C considering charlie showed 0 leadership in that scene), orion still put charlie on the first line as a center (which was adam’s position, meaning orion saw charlie’s worth). which is also kinda funny considering charlie spent most of that practice doing laps and/or in time out.
orion also realized that adam could live to his full potential if he went to varsity instead. did that suck for the ducks and us, as the viewers? hell yeah. but a good coach wants his players to grow and become the best they can be. also, while the movie might’ve not showcased this as such, the novelization (based on the finalized script and thus can be considered canon) mentions adam was happy to go to varsity (even though he was
disappointed to leave the ducks) until he realized he didn’t like the team.
rather than benching goldberg because he’d been ~replaced as a starter goalie, orion pulled him out of his comfort zone and saw the potential for him to become a defenseman instead. which, you know, was probably because they didn’t even have enough players to fill the third line but ok.
i know part of the magic (and fun) of d1/d2 is the fact that we see the underdogs come out on top while doing unconvential hockey plays. the flying v. the triple deke. the knuckle puck. fulton’s slapshot. tammy and ken’s spins on the ice. but that was middle school… coach orion’s right when he says their tricks aren’t gonna work on this level (as charlie also showed us when they executed the flying v and the triple deke - both which failed). like… orion actually teaches them hockey and stops them from being one trick ponies. he takes them back all the way to the basics to build their strength and endurance. he shows them the importance of defense.
once charlie realized that he was behaving like a brat (like, all throughout the movie orion asked him not to do something and he just went ‘nah i think i’m gonna do it anyways’ lmao) all he had to do was show orion some sad puppy eyes and he was back on the team. clearly that man did not hold a vendetta against him (or fulton) if that was all it took. from that moment on we also see (through charlie’s eyes) that orion is accepting of the “duck ways” – he simply wanted them to also listen to him and respect him as a coach, which is truly the bare minimum. he was always on the ducks’ side (see: him telling dean buckley “you’re joking, right” and walking off when the dean said they could lose their scholarships), the ducks simply needed to also be on his.
correct takes only!! although orion was fairly strict with the ducks, he was always looking to do what was best for them–that also meant calling them (charlie… and averman) out when he had reason to. and even beyond being a great hockey coach, orion also:
respected the ducks enough to believe they’ll do the right thing (“i’m not gonna treat you like kids”) without ever leaving them in the dust (especially vs. the dean)
had the better backstory with him forgoing his career to be with his daughter and letting her stay with her friends
required the ducks to have good grades (not just c’s), with the understanding that hockey isn’t everything and that this sport isn’t going to be everyone’s path after high school/college
taught them life lessons that applied to life beyond hockey (”if you learn nothing else, learn this. because it’s not just about hockey…”) orion cared about them as individuals, not just as hockey players!!
Hi! I love your writing and was wondering if you could do a Dean Portman smut after he starts going to Eden Hall and gets jealous when he sees how much the varsity guys have been hitting on reader while he was gone
Do you think you'd maybe be able to do headcanons for a grown up Dean x reader where they go to the Ducks reunion or Dinner and everyone is shocked that their dating? No worries tho💛
ok so sorry this took me a hot minute to do (school has been so stressful) but I hope you like it!
•you and dean had always been very flirty with each other
•but nothing happened between the two of you
•the team HATED that
•it hurt to see you both like each other and nothing happened
•then you all graduated from Eden Hall and tried to keep in contact with each other
•it didn’t work too well
•the two of you lost complete contact of each other and then BOOM saw each other at a college party like four years later
•reminiscing over old memories and drinking turned into more than a friendly conversation *hint* *hint*
•the morning after he asked you on an actual date
•one date turned into two and before you knew it you were married to him
•and many of the ducks tried to find either of you on Facebook or anything really but never could
•you guys fell off the face of the earth
•in reality you made him live the cottage core lifestyle
•he wanted to live in a city and you wanted to live in the country so you comprised and lived in the country
•yet somehow the Mighty Ducks organization found you before your friends could?
•it was weird getting invites to the event but you both agreed to go and leave your kids with your parents for a night
•the first day you were back in town you guys separated to do your own things
•out of coincidence you both ran into old friends
•dean and Fulton met up while you and Connie met up
•both ducks saw the weddings rings and were sad you guys never found each other again
•little did they know...
•though they invited you both to dinner
•time went by fast and you were both so excited to be reunited with your friends
•when you both walked in together no one thought anything of it
•mainly cause Bombay walked in with you guys as well
•cheers of excitement echoed in the room
•then the tea was spilled
• “so Portman, who’s the lucky partner?”
• “you’re looking at them”
•Connie almost fainted
•she had been shipping you both for YEARS and it actually happened
• “why weren’t we invited to the wedding?”
•you then had to explain how it was small and only immediate family
•everyone kind of understood but didn’t get how they could never find you guys on social media
• “well, this one over here has me living in the country...with cows!”
•yes, you guys had cows
• “not just any cows! fluffy cows! and you love them”
•he did, he really did
•literally impossible for the team to remain calm
•this whole situation was earth shattering
•a bash brother was living in a cottage with cows
•COWS
•major 180 from his hockey days
•Connie demanded that you let her visit
• “you have to see lily! she’s the best cow”
• dean scoffed and was like “no, petunia is”
•fulton choked on his drink at what he was hearing
•it was just crazy to hear how his best friends life turned out and how different he thought it would have been
•but you were both happy and that was all that mattered
I want a Dwayne Robertson x Reader fic where the reader is Dwayne’s childhood best friend from Texas and they fall in love with each other but then D2 happens and when they think all hope is lost Bombay comes through and gets all Dwayne’s friends to come to the last tournament and Reader is there and everything is happy.
Request: Can you do a Dean Portman x Fem Reader fic please? Specifically D2 if you don’t mind
Brring. Brring. Brring.
“Hello?”
“Yo, it’s Dean. Is [Y/n] there?”
A sigh. “Yeah, she’s here.” Something rustles and clatters on the other side of the line; Dean keeps the receiver nestled against his ear, leaning against the wall as your little brother pulls away to scream your name. “She’ll be here in a second.”
“Cool. Thanks, little man.”
“Mhmm.”
He waits for a moment longer. True to your sibling’s word, you soon pick up, out of breath and sounding very eager.
“Dean!” you exclaim happily, and a smile crooks itself on the boy’s face. “What’s up? How’s L.A.?”
Story Time || Charlie Conway x Fem Reader {The Mighty Ducks}
Requested: technically but not technically,,, oops
Summary: You coach peewee hockey and you team wants to hear about your hockey years; you reminisce on the time that wasn’t so good but taught you it wouldn’t always be and you have to decide how to deal with the changes life throws your way
Word Count: 3,333
Warnings: mentions of death; established relationship; follows D3 plot; slight changes to original storyline
Inspiration: a request I got asking for Charlie and Reader fighting....
Emi’s Note: ...but I got mostly through this and decided I didn’t like it for that request and came up with a different idea for it, I’m sorry my love, hopefully this’ll satisfy for the time being?💖
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“Hey Coach, why do you always stay after practice and skate alone?”
You looked down at the blonde kid. Logan had a heart of gold and somehow maintained his innocence despite everything he’s already been through in his young life, you couldn’t help but admire and love the kid. You laid an arm across his shoulder and pulled him into a side hug.
“It helps me remember and keeps me grounded.”
“Helps you remember what?” Another young voice questioned from behind you.
Turning, you saw all of the Don’t Bothers now watching you curiously. You sighed, a sad smile on your lips. “Okay kids, gather around. I suppose I’m going to tell you a story.”
A new school, a new coach, and a team that was slowly falling to pieces. Your boyfriend, Charlie Conway, was ready to leave it all behind and you were about ready to smack him for how childish he was being.
You were tired, trying to hold a team together by yourself because their captain was more worried about pranking the varsity team.
Having gone into the new school without your two closest friends, Jesse and Dean, your boyfriend heading for the deep end, and then losing Banksy to the stupid varsity team, you would be ready to call it quits. But you couldn’t afford that. A better education and ability to play hockey officially with your team wasn’t a chance you’d likely get again.
Everything had been building for weeks, and a match at dawn between the ducks and varsity was the cherry on top. When Charlie and Banksy started fighting in the goal, you were the first to jump. You were trying to put a stop to it but it was taken as you trying to join, so when a bigger guy on the varsity team tried to start with you you simply decked him and kept skating, not having the energy to deal with any dumbasses that weren’t one of yours.
“Stop it!” You shouted as you tried to separate them, despite the several other brawls happening around you. “Chill out guys, you’re supposed to be friends.”
“Like I’d be friends with a Warrior jerk.” Charlie spat.
You saw pain flash through Adams eyes, knowing Charlie’s words had hurt him deep, but he covered it fast. Adam Banks was a people pleaser who went where he was asked when he was asked, to please whoever asked it of him. When he joined District 5 he was released of some of that.
You knew the Ducks were the first group of real friends he had and you knew how much he hated disappointing any of them. Anger flashed through you at how much of an asshole your boyfriend was being towards one of his own best friends.
“Okay, knock it off Charlie. You’re being ridiculous.”
He scoffed as you put yourself between him and Banks, your back to Banks, so it seemed as if you were choosing him over Charlie and protecting him.
“Y/n, you’re supposed to be on my side.”
“I’ll be on your side when you come back to your senses.”
He stared at you in anger and disbelief. You know it wouldn’t have been dropped if it weren’t for Coach having come in and breaking it apart. You kept your eyes fixed on him, letting Adam get out without anymore harsh words thrown his way.
“This isn’t who you are, Charlie Conway. And this isn’t who the Ducks are.”
“What would you know about it, Y/l/n? You’re new here. You’re not even an original Duck.”
You balled up your fists. He was right, you hadn’t been around as long as him, or Jesse, or Guy, or Connie, or any of them. You had moved to town after Bombay had left to the minor leagues. You moved in next to the Halls and befriended Jesse through that, but the first time you actually played with the ducks was in the scrimmage against the other five new players.
“Alright you two, break it up.” You and Charlie skated away from each other as coach scolded all of you. “Now get those Duck jerseys off now. Let’s go.” Your team froze up, awaiting to see who would make the first move. “Now. Come on, let’s go. Take them off!”
You were the first to start pulling your jersey off, the look of utter betrayal that crossed Charlie’s face was something you’d not soon forget. With you leading, more of your teammates started pulling off theirs as well.
“The Ducks are dead.” Coach Orion stated, holding Charlies glare. Charlie just crossed his arms defiantly. “You got two choices, Conway. Take off the jersey right now or you don't play.”
Shaking his head, Charlie uncrossed his arms. “You’re breaking up the best thing any of us ever had.”
“Well, its time to grow up.”
“Grow up?” You groaned inwardly at his stubbornness as he skated towards your coach. “Like you, huh? A washed-up pro who has to show off to a bunch of kids? Geez, that’s real grown-up.”
“Oh knock it off, Charlie.” You spoke up, receiving surprised looks from everyone. “You’re so obsessed with being a Duck, don’t you see that doesn’t matter? As long as you’re playing with us, as long as you’re leading us, the mascot doesn’t matter. We’ll always be Ducks, but that isn’t what makes us a team. Coach is right, you need to grow up, Charlie.”
Charlie stared at you, his face void of all emotion, “You just don’t understand. None of you do.” He turned his back and skated away from you without slowing down or looking back.
Coach cleared his throat. “Okay, good-bye, Conway. Anybody else?” You looked around, noticing Fulton skating after Charlie. “Alright, good-bye Fulton. No ones forcing any of you to be here, it’s your lives. You decide what to make of them.” After some silence as you all watched your captain and your protector walk away from you, you were confident everyone else shared your opinion. “Alright, twenty laps and then hit the showers.”
Silently, you took the lead and started the laps, feeling as though you should fill in on behalf of your missing boyfriend and knowing your teammates would be right behind you.
Your team was in shambles, you were in shambles. You hadn’t spoken to Charlie since he walked out, he was ignoring your calls and ignoring you when you swung by his house, leaving you to bang on his door until his mom had to turn you away. You weren’t even sure if you could still call him your boyfriend, as if this was his way of ending things.
Your team couldn’t win a game to save your lives, when Charlie and Fulton walked out on you guys it was like there was no reason to care anymore. You tried your hardest to keep the team together the best you could, but you were no Charlie Conway and you certainly weren’t in the headspace to be a leader.
Then news of Hans passing came and shocked the team to its core, you all loved him dearly. Fulton had come back, but Charlie was still missing in action. You decided to hunt him down, try and talk some sense into him. You weren’t going to let him keep ignoring you.
You sat at the diner his mom worked at for nearly four hours, waiting for him to show up. You had found out that he didn’t know about Hans yet, which meant trying to get him to think clearly would be that much more difficult once you told him.
The bell to the diner rang and you looked over your shoulder to see him already turning to walk back out.
“Sorry for hanging out here so long, thanks though!” You left some cash on the bar and grabbed your backpack as you dashed out of the diner after Charlie. “Hey, Conway! If you know whats good for ya, you’d stop walking right now!” You called after him. He didn’t know what was good for him.
You ran to catch up and stopped in front of him, blocking his path. He rolled his eyes and tried to get around you but you corrected and just blocked him again. He kept trying, failing again each time.
“I’m a defense specialist, Conway. You forget that already?” You raised a brow at him.
“Just get out of my way, Y/n.”
“No way in hell, Charlie. I need to talk to you and you’re going to listen. We can do it right here, right now, or we could go somewhere more private. But you’re not going to brush me off and ignore me. Not for this.”
He rolled his eyes again but sighed in defeat as he pulled you down one of the alleys nearby.
“What’s this about?”
You softened more than you’d expected yourself to, you knew you couldn’t be harsh in delivering news like this. Still, you were a blunt, full band-aid type of person and hated beating around the bush. “Hans passed away.”
“What? No. No, that can’t be!”
“Charlie,” His eyes finally met yours, the tears already flowing down your cheeks setting off the ones that were welling up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry.” You pulled him in for a hug.
He didn’t hug you back at first, he just kind of gave stood there, frozen. But eventually he grabbed you and pulled you as close to him as he could get you, burying his face in your neck and crying into your shoulder.
You kept repeating comforting words, trying to calm him down a little.
After what felt like an eternity of the two of you holding each other for the first time in so long, he finally straightened up and wiped his tears. You sniffled as you swiped your cheeks clean of your own tears.
The two of you sat quietly together, lost in your separate thoughts.
“Was there something else you wanted to tell me?” He finally spoke up.
You fidgeted with your hands before taking a deep breath and turning your body to face him.
“Come back to us, Charlie.” You said quietly, grabbing his hand. “Come back to your team, we’re lost without you.”
His eyes flashed with different emotions, sadness, guilt, anger; you knew what he was still too fogged with emotion to think straight.
“You’re lost because you gave up who you were.”
“No Charlie, we’re lost because you did. Why can’t you see that it doesn’t matter if we’re ducks or warriors? We’re a team and you’re our captain.” You kept your voice soft, you didn’t have enough energy to fight with him. “When you remember who you are, or if you need help getting there, come find me.”
You squeezed his hand and kissed him on the cheek before standing up and walking away from him.
You didn’t see him again until the funeral.
Bombay came in late and put Hans’ Duck jersey on top of the casket.
“Everytime you touch the ice, remember it was Hans that taught us to fly.”
Charlie walked away after that, you wanted to follow him but Jesse held you back.
“Let him go. He needs space right now, Y/n.”
You stayed until the end of the funeral, placing a flower on the casket gently before hugging your coach and teammates.
You and Jesse walked home together afterwards. It was spent mostly in silence, but when you were two streets from your homes, you finally spoke up.
“I know you don’t want anything to do with Eden Hall, but you’ve known Charlie much longer than I have. How can I get through to him, Jesse? I feel like he’s slipping and I can only watch.”
Jesse Hall stayed in touch with the team, he loved the Ducks as much as Charlie did, but he despised those rich kids more than anyone and couldn’t stomach the idea of playing with or for them. It was understandable, really. You were pretty much a bunch of street rats to them, playing schoolyard hockey and wearing the same clothes more than once. It was a completely different world and, despite growing fond of Adam, he preferred to avoid it at all costs. But being next door neighbors, you still saw him everyday and often joined him and the other neighborhood kids in street hockey games over the weekends.
“He’s Charlie. He’s a hothead who cannot handle change to save his life. Just give him time, Y/n/n, he’ll find his way. He always does.”
You smiled at your friend and hugged him tight. “I wish you were there too, ya know.”
He rubbed your back, hugging you just as tight. “I know.”
The next day you were awoken to obnoxious banging on your bedroom door. You groaned and threw your blanket over your head. “Go away!”
The banging stopped and you happily tried to go back to sleep, only to be jumped on not three seconds later.
“Up and at em, Sunshine, we got plans!” Averman laughed into your ear.
“How the hell did you get in my room, Lester?” You growled, still under your blanket. You weren’t ready to hear multiple people laugh.
Finally pulling your head out of your sheets, you saw Averman, Connie and Guy, Jesse, and Adam. Sitting up quickly, you scanned the room again, confused, “Banksy? What are you doin here?”
“The guys came to get me too. Coach is in town and thought some fresh air wouldn’t be too terrible of an idea. You in?” The boys eyes twinkled and you knew he missed playing with his team as much as his team missed him. You grinned.
“Hell yeah I’m in, now get the hell out of here so I can get dressed.” You shooed them out, grabbing Jesse’s wrist before he could go. “You’re coming too?”
“Wouldn’t miss a chance to play some schoolyard puck with my ducks again for the world.”
“What about Charlie?” You searched his eyes, which were still glinting with excitement, but he shrugged. “I guess we’ll see.” He gave you a small smile as he shook your hand free and shut your bedroom door behind him.
You grabbed a pair of jean shorts, the first t-shirt you saw, and one of Charlie's flannels, and headed for the door. Grabbing your rollerblades and pads, you squealed in delight as you bounced out of your house, Guy tossing you your hockey stick.
The rest of the Ducks were already there by the time the six of you arrived. You all joined in and soon enough, the smile on your face couldn’t be wiped away.
A while later, Coach and Charlie appeared.
“What took you guys so long?” You grinned in greeting. Not long after, they were padded, laced, and joining you guys.
It felt like the old days, a moment for time to freeze and all to be right again. Putting Bombay in a trash can was definitely a highlight of the day in your eyes. You wished you could stay like that for longer, but your fun eventually ended and you all went your separate ways to get ready for your game that evening.
Situated on the bus, you were left with the seat next to you empty. It had become standard, no one wanted to take the place of the one missing from it and you hated the idea of swapping spots. But your heart fluttered a little as a familiar mop of messy brown hair got into the bus before it could close and pull away.
“Conway?” Your coach questioned.
“I wanna be on the team, Coach. I want to play two-way hockey.” They were both silent for a moment. “Can I come back?”
Coach Orion stayed quiet for a moment longer before a smile lit on his face. “Take a seat, we’re late.”
Charlie grinned and climbed into the bus, scanning all the available seats before landing on the empty one next to you.
Your breath hitched for a moment, sure you had played some street hockey together, and you had that moment in the alley, but your relationship was still very confusing on where exactly it stood.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” You shook your head, not trusting your voice. He gave a tight lipped smile before taking his seat.
The excitement on the bus overwhelmed the uncertainty, but the baited breath of your teammates didn’t go unnoticed.
You had your captain back, that’s what mattered. Even in the face of possibly losing your scholarships, you were once again a team. And a team you’d stay.
“Y/l/n, over here, I’m open!” You looked over to your boyfriend, Charlie, and swiped your stick to send the puck in his direction, turning and pushing the guy that was hot on your heels immediately after.
“It’s all you Conway!” You shouted, skating after him to keep the varsity players off his back as much as possible.
“A power duo on and off the ice, Conway and Y/l/n are fighting for a win over the Eden Hall Warriors. Despite all odds, and being down two men, they’re making incredible headway. Conway skates it up to the net, he shoots and- no wait, he passes it back to Y/l/n, she’s shooting and, it’s in! The Freshmen Ducks win, one to zero! What an amazing game!”
Charlie skated over to you, your relationship had been in a holding pattern since his return, both deciding getting the team back to normal took precedence. He grinned as he scooped you up and twirled you around.
“That was amazing, Y/n/n!”
“It was a smart call, you really faked everyone out, even me.” You commented jokingly.
He held you tighter, his smile never faltering. Slowly, he leaned in and kissed you in the middle of the rink. You wrapped your still gloved hand around the back of his neck and kissed him back.
“We’re gonna need to have a long talk later, Conway.” You mumbled. He nodded in agreement and the two of you broke away from each other to join your teams celebrations.
“So, what happened with you two?” Nick practically yelled. “Did you figure things out?! Did you forgive him, Coach?”
Your kids all started chirping in with their own questions on your story, specifically Charlie. You laughed.
“Charlie wasn’t the point guys. The point is skating helps me remember that even at my lowest, I’ll always have this sport and,” You paused, poking the kids closest to you on their noses, “The people in this sport, to keep me flying.”
“Yeah, yeah, nice life lesson Coach, now tell us how the love story ended!” Lauren demanded.
“Yeah, Coach. I wanna hear how it ended too.” A teasing voice piped in from the door.
You rolled your eyes, not being able to stop the smile growing on your face.
Your husband walked over to you and your Don’t Bothers, shrugging his shoulders and grinning mischievously.
“We want all the details.”
You heard your kids whispering, asking each other if they knew who this guy was. You kept yourself from laughing as you walked over to him and fixed his jacket collar.
“You’re home early, I thought you’d still be out of town another week.”
He grinned, wrapping his arms around you.
“What can I say, I missed your face.”
“Wait a minute, that's Charlie Conway! He’s a professional, he plays for the Islanders.” Evan rattled off in shock.
“Wait, Charlie Conway as in the Charlie Conway from coaches story?” Logan asked.
You grinned, pulling your husbands face towards you and kissing him right in front of your kids.
“And that, children, concludes your storytime. Now he’s all yours, ask him anything you’d like.” You grinned. “Good luck.” Giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek, you left him like chum for sharks, making your way to the cocoa bar to watch from a safe distance.
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