“Vivienne,” I say, grabbing her face. “I want to have as many kids as you want to give me. Be it three, four, or seven, I don’t care.”

“Oh, I can tell you if that test is positive, then there is no fucking five. You are going to go and get snipped.”

I cringe at her. “Don’t talk like that. God gave me the gift. I can’t just give it back.”

“God also gave you two hands. Do you want to only use those to get pleasure?” she asks me, and I roll my eyes. “Now let me go see the answer.”

I don’t wait for her. Instead, I follow her, and right on top of where I just look at her, the smile on my face so big. “And just like that, we are a family of six,” she says with tears of joy in her eyes.

“This is crazy and wild?” she asks me, and I look at her.

“No, it isn’t,” I tell her, grabbing her around her waist.

“You’re right.” She wraps her arms around my neck. “This is love.”

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This Is Forever

This Is Forever

Caroline

Becoming a teen mom at sixteen was not what I expected, but then again, neither was being a single parent. Still, I wouldn’t change my past because that boy is my world.

Hockey is the only thing my son seems to care about, so I work two jobs to make sure he can play. I’d do anything to make sure he doesn’t suffer because of the bad decisions his father made.

When he won a whole summer of hockey training, I knew in my heart he was going to have an amazing time.

What I wasn’t prepared for was meeting his new summer coach.

He was magnetic, powerful, and a player—in all forms of the word.

If my life had taught me anything up to this point, it was how to avoid making bad decisions, and Justin Stone was the definition of a bad decision.

I could never be a woman his family approved of. Even if I wished I could be.

Justin

Growing up as the son of a hockey God is one thing. Growing up as the brother of a second hockey God is another. I had big skates to fill, so it was a good thing I loved every second of it.

Summer was my off time, my time to let loose, but when they ask me to coach a hockey camp for underprivileged kids, I couldn’t say no.

But when she walked in holding a little boy’s hand, my heart stopped beating. Or maybe it started for the first time.