Then I saw my face and Devan’s, and flushed bright red. My eyes whipped to Devan’s, and he laughed at my expression. Reaching up, he cupped my cheek and gave me the lightest brush of a kiss across my lips, everyone hooting and hollering around us like we were doing a live porn show. Lucky, the camera panned away, but Devan kept his lips on mine. He deepened the kiss and then pulled away, his chuckles more a sensation than a sound as the stadium was still rowdy.

He pulled me closer, his arm tight around my shoulders as the guys slid back onto the ice. I fed and burped Huey during the second period, and he was sound asleep against Dev’s chest again by the third.

The lady beside me leaned close. “You make a beautiful family,” she said kindly, then gave me a wink. “My first husband had that look about him, all mysterious and confident. Best lover I ever had.” She sighed happily. Jesus, this woman was pushing seventy-five. “Died in a car crash three years after we married. I still think about him. A love like that? It burns hard and banks hot, if you know what I mean. Some men just imprint themselves on your soul forever.”

I nodded, because I wasn’t sure what to say to that. “I’m sorry for your loss?”

The old lady waved a hand. “I met Gerald four years later, and the best thing he ever did was embrace the ghost of my ex-husband. Some men, they’re threatened by a memory, refuse to let you ever mention their names. But not Gerald. He just made it his mission to love me enough for both Theodore and himself. He’s a good man, and sometimes I think it was Theo who sent him to me, you know? We’ve been married forty-eight years now.”

Gah, my heart. I looked past her at an elderly man in an IceCaps trucker hat, who was cheering as the Caps scored another goal. He leaned over and grabbed his wife's cheeks, planting a huge smooch on her lips and literally giving me all the fuzzy feelings. I couldn’t imagine being married to a man for so long. They cuddled into each other, and I leaned back against Devan. He kissed my forehead, and we continued watching the game.

The crowd went nuts when we won, though Huey still didn’t wake up. We shuffled out with the crowd, and instead of waiting around for the guys, we decided to drive home and meet Rigby and River back at our place.

We stopped to pick up fast food on the way, which we ate on the floor of the living room while drinking beer and watching ASPN highlights. Then Devan made love to me on the couch, the steady hum of the news in the background as I cried out his name.