“Don’t worry bud, we’re leaving,” Liam says coming around the corner with Charlotte strapped to his large chest.

She is getting bigger every day and as much as I love watching her baby personality grow, I hate that she isn’t my little tiny baby any more. No, she is pulling herself up and standing for a few seconds unsupported and I just know the walking is going to come in the next few weeks.

Liam says she is so strong because of his genes and she is so smart because of mine; she babbles a few words here and there but I am in denial for now.

“You need to breathe Sunshine.” Liam takes me in his arms and Charlotte huffs between us. Jack is out the door and putting his bag in the back of the car, I get that he is excited but a little part of me hopes we have magically run out of fuel.

“How are you so calm?” I ask, I really mean it, too. If he has some alcohol on him I would gladly take a swig if it would calm my nerves.

“I am freaking out, but we need him to know he’s got this, if we show him how worried we are then he will get in his head and who knows what will happen if he isn’t focused?” He still has his arm over my shoulder but I look up at him with my eyes wide before slapping his shoulder.

“That isn’t helping.” I needed him to tell me Jack is a prodigy and that no one is going to touch him. It’s not true, but I would still like to hear it. Jack is a great player but he’s only been on skates for a year, and playing hockey casually for a few months he isn’t exactly ready for the NHL. No matter how great his coach is.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be right there if that helps.” He leads me to the car and unclips Charlotte, knowing I need a little baby cuddle to calm my thumping heart.

“It will have to do. Come on sweet girl.” I fasten Charlotte into her seat and leave a light kiss on her head. “Your brother and daddy are going to be the death of me. You will have contactless hobbies, won’t you baby girl?” I coo at her.

The boys overhear me and laugh knowing they will be buying her skates as soon as her legs are strong enough to lift them. Damn hockey players.

Soon we are on our way and Jack insists Liam puts his pre-game playlist on, I don’t think he is ready for the amount of Nineties boyband music he is about to be exposed to. Liam has a very specific taste in music: cheesy.