Rook’s POVI thought he’d be fine. I figured he’d just go back to whatever he did before I came into his life, the same way he always did when we weren’t in each other’s orbit. But the more time I’ve spent with him today, the more I realize he’s completely unraveling.The cameras, the news, all of them will assume he’s stressed because he suddenly has a baby in his care. That’s what they’ll focus on. The poor, overwhelmed hockey star juggling an unexpected responsibility. But that’s not the real story, is it?He’s a fucking mess.He hasn’t been sleeping. He hasn’t stopped drinking. He’s so far past the point of exhaustion that his body is barely keeping up. And worst of all? He literally just admitted he considered quitting.Giving up hockey?Kade Mercer would never say that if he was in his right mind.All I can do is sit here and watch him, taking in the wreckage of what’s left of him. He doesn’t speak. He doesn’t look at me. He just sits there, body heavy with exhaustion or maybe i
Rook POVMy father is already there, holding her in one arm, her tiny body barely anything against his broad chest. He’s got the bag open on the coffee table, rummaging through it, probably looking for something to shut her up.“She’s been fussing since we got in,” he mutters, not looking up.“No shit,” I grumble, stopping just inside the room.His eyes flick to me, sharp, assessing. “Mercer still out?”I nod, crossing my arms. “Didn’t even flinch when I dropped him on the bed. He’s gone.”My father exhales through his nose, adjusting the baby slightly, but she only cries louder. His hand moves, patting her back lightly, but it doesn’t do shit.“She needs feeding,” he states simply.I stare at him. “Yeah? And what the fuck do I do about that?”He doesn’t even blink. “Feed her.”I blink back. “You feed her.”“She’s not my responsibility.”“She’s not mine either!”My father sighs like he’s already over this conversation, then reaches for the baby bag and pulls out a small, premixed bott
Kade’s POVWaking up feels like slamming into a brick wall.Everything is heavy, my body, my head, even the air around me. My limbs are stiff, weighed down like I’ve been out for days. My mouth is dry as hell, my tongue thick and useless, and when I force my eyes open, everything feels too damn bright.What the fuck?I groan, pressing my hand to my forehead as I try to sit up, but the second I do, my entire body protests. A sharp ache digs into my skull, my stomach twisting in on itself. It’s the kind of exhaustion that seeps into my bones, dragging at every muscle like I just got out of a game that went into three fucking overtimes.How long have I been out? How the fuck did I get here? I blink hard, trying to clear the fog in my brain, and then it hits me.My drinking, amelia showing up, her leaving the baby, then me taking her to the press conference.Everything crashes down at once, and suddenly, I’m sitting up way too fast, my head spinning so violently that I have to grip the bl
Kade POVI set the mug down harder than I mean to, running both hands through my hair as I let out a frustrated breath. “I don’t fucking know, alright? I don’t know what the fuck to do. I just woke up to all this shit, and I don’t have a goddamn plan.”Rook studies me for a moment, then shifts the baby in his arms, his voice quieter when he speaks again. “You’re not alone in this, you know.”I glance at him, my chest tight, but before I can respond, the baby stirs slightly, letting out a small, tired whimper.Rook grins. “See? Even she thinks you’re being dramatic.”I groan, turning away before I end up doing something fucking stupid—like letting this feel normal.Because nothing about this situation is normal, and if I let myself forget that? I’ll never fucking survive it.I turn away, trying to refocus, to think about what the hell I’m supposed to do next, but of course, Rook doesn’t give me a second of peace.“You think we can keep her?” he asks casually.I freeze mid-sip of my cof
Rook POVI keep the tone light, cracking jokes, throwing smirks, anything to keep Mercer from completely losing his shit. He’s already on the edge, and if he spirals any further, he’ll drown himself in guilt, frustration, and that stubborn need to fix everything when he can’t.The baby shifts in my arms, fussing slightly, and I adjust my hold, rocking her gently. It’s weird, but she settles almost instantly, like she already knows I’m better at this than Mercer. Not that it’s a high fucking bar.Mercer glares at his phone, jaw tight, shoulders rigid. He hasn’t said a word since the last call with his mom, but the tension radiating off him is thick enough to choke on.“Don’t blame your mother,” my father’s voice cuts through the silence.I glance up to see him walking into the room, his expression unreadable.“What? It’s her grandchild!” Mercer snaps, frustration clear in every word.“She’s been living in hell, Mercer,” my father replies evenly. “She’s almost free of it. All her kids a
Rook POV“You do realize,” I say, throwing a ridiculously tiny onesie into the cart, “that you’re gonna have to learn how to change diapers, right?”Mercer freezes. His head turns so slowly toward me that it’s almost comical. “The fuck I am.”I raise an eyebrow. “So, what, you planning on just letting her sit in her own shit?”He scowls, opening his mouth to argue, but then a small noise escapes the baby carrier, and he glances down at her. His expression softens slightly before he rubs a hand down his face. “Fucking hell.”“That’s the spirit,” I grin, pushing the cart toward the checkout.We don’t even make it that far.The moment we turn down another aisle, I hear it—voices. Too many voices. And then the flash of cameras.Mercer groans the second he realizes what’s happening. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”I glance over and, sure enough, a group of journalists is already swarming the front of the store. Some asshole must’ve tipped them off that we were out shopping together
Kade POVYesterday was a disaster. The kind of day that leaves you feeling like you’ve been run over by a damn truck, then backed over just to make sure the job was done. We’ve been calling her baby, just baby, but Nikolai found a note in her bag, something with her name on it. Harlow. That’s what Amelia called her. It feels strange, knowing now, putting a name to the tiny thing that spent the entire night screaming her lungs out.Why the fuck do babies need to eat so much? They’re tiny, fragile little things, you’d think one bottle would be enough to last at least eight hours, but no. Every three hours, like a goddamn alarm clock from hell, she was wailing, demanding food like she hadn’t just been fed. I don’t know how the hell people do this every day and survive.I’ve been in and out of the office at least ten times today, trying to get a word in with Nikolai, trying to get any update on Amelia. Just something. But she’s gone south—that’s all I’ve got so far. My mother? Yeah, she’s
Kade POVI tighten my grip on Paul’s collar, yanking him up just to slam him back against the wall, his head snapping back with a dull thud. He groans, blood dripping from his busted lip, but there’s still that flicker of defiance in his eyes, like he thinks he can still twist this to his advantage.“You wanted me to come back,” I growl, my voice dark and sharp like shattered glass. “You wanted me trapped. But how the fuck did you think that would work, Paul? Huh?”I don’t wait for an answer. My fist crashes into his ribs, the impact sending a jolt up my arm, but all I care about is the sickening crack that follows. He exhales sharply, his body jerking forward, but I shove him back again.“You knew,” I spit, rage boiling under my skin, tightening my grip until my nails dig into his flesh. “You knew you fucking slept with my sister, and you still thought I’d crawl back into your bed?”His head tilts slightly, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, but he doesn’t deny it. That only make
Kade POVI let out a frustrated groan, gripping his jersey tighter. “You tripped over your own fucking skates! I swear to god, Rook, it wasn’t even convincing!”“It was fast! People will think I hit a rough patch of ice or something.”“There was no rough patch! We play on pro-maintained ice!”“Well, then I guess I’m just that clumsy,” he deadpans.I stare at him, my entire body vibrating with frustration. “You are so fucking lucky I love you, because I swear to god—”He smirks again. “Oh, I know.”I groan again, pressing my forehead against his chest for a moment before shoving myself off him. “Unbelievable,” I mutter as I pull him up with me.“You’re welcome,” he says, still grinning, and I glare at him.“You are never pulling that shit again.”“Well this was the last game, so
Kade POVMy body aches, exhaustion creeping in with every shift. Rook wasn’t wrong, I’m not as good as I used to be. And somehow, he’s gotten better. No matter how much I push, how hard I skate, he’s always a step ahead, like he’s been waiting for this exact moment to turn the tables on me.Now I get how he fucking felt all those years.I glance across the ice at him. He’s muttering something under his breath, probably chirping me from the penalty box. I can’t hear him over the crowd, but I know it’s about me slacking off. Maybe because I winked at him, knowing it would throw him off just enough to make him lose his focus.Except he didn’t lose it.We’re not winning this.I was so sure I could beat Rook like I always did, so sure I could just show up and still take him down. I didn’t even try to train these past few days. That was my mistake.The whistl
Rook POVThe last few days have been good. Kade has barely worked, giving himself real time to heal. I’ve purposely gone to train, making sure he has time alone with Harlow.He needs it. So every now and then, I fake that I have to train and head to the rink. Sure, I train, but not every single day. This is about giving him time with her, time they both need.“Have you decided?” My dad walks in, looking between us.“Does it really make a difference?” I ask. To me, it doesn’t matter whether Kade and I arrive together or not.“You’ve got to consider it. Are you going there together, as partners? Or are you showing up separately, like the rivals you’ve always been?”Kade smirks. “Maybe separate cars. Something tells me Rook won’t handle losing well.”He has no fucking idea.“Plus, I’m not sure I’ll want to sit in a car
Kade POVRook walks beside me, his hands are shoved in his pockets, and he has that smug little smirk still on his face. “You really thought they wouldn’t bring up our marriage?” he teases.I huff. “I don’t know why they care so much. It’s not like you’re some fucking trophy wife.”He gasps dramatically. “Excuse you, I am a fucking prize.”I roll my eyes, but I don’t fight the grin tugging at my lips.As we reach the doors leading to the ice rink, I hear the sound of skates carving into the ice. Laughter echoes, followed by Rose’s voice giving encouragement. I step inside, and my eyes immediately find Harlow.She’s on the ice, her tiny form skating with ease, stick in hand, guiding the puck forward.I stop walking.Rook keeps going, not noticing until he glances back at me. “What?”I gesture toward the rink. “She’s... ac
Kade POVI walk into the stadium, Rook right beside me. We brought Harlow along, and she and Rose are going to skate for a bit. It gives her something to do, and afterward, we can join her as well.“So, no punching people, right?” Rook glances at me.“You are telling me?” I scoff. “I am pretty sure you would be the one to punch a reporter, not me.”His head tilts slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t know. You have always hated them, but now you can punch them, and it doesn’t even matter. You’re quitting, what are they going to do? Force you to play more as punishment?”Rolling my eyes, I shove him, but he barely moves. Instead, he wraps his arms around me, pulling me in tight.“I’m offended, Mercer. Look at you, shoving me,” he teases, his grip tightening. “You should be glad the cameras didn’t catch it... Abuse. Damn,
Rook POVI lean back, pulling him with me until we’re both lying down, my arm wrapped around him, his head resting against my chest.“She doesn’t deserve you,” I whisper.“I know,” he murmurs.“But you still won’t let her die alone. You love her, she's your mom, that doesn't change.”He doesn’t answer, but he doesn’t have to. I already know.The sound of muffled giggling pulls me from sleep, followed by the unmistakable rustling of movement on the bed. I blink my eyes open, groggy and disoriented, only to find two pairs of eyes staring right at me, one mischievous, the other excited.Harlow is sitting cross-legged at the foot of the bed, balancing a plate on her lap, while Kade leans back against the pillows with a tray in front of him, looking way too pleased with himself for this early in the morning.I glance between them, rubbing a hand over my face. “W
Rook POVI don’t say anything, I just reach for his wrist and guide him toward our room. He doesn’t fight me or try to pull away. His breathing is steady, but I can feel the tension in the way he moves, in the way his fingers flex like he’s trying to keep control of himself.The second we step inside, I shut the door behind us, locking out the rest of the world. Kade stands there for a moment, staring at nothing, clearly lost in his own head.I walk over to him and place my hands on his shoulders. He still doesn’t move, so I squeeze lightly, grounding him. “You did the right thing,” I say quietly.He lets out a breath, a slow, shaky one that tells me just how much this is weighing on him. “I don’t know if it was the right thing,” he mutters. “I just know sending her away wouldn’t have changed anything.”Nodding, I step closer. “That’s the right thin
Kade POVI let out a sharp laugh. “What’s there to deal with? She didn't care, she used me for money and tried to gain more. She made her choices. She doesn’t get to come back now just because she’s running out of time.”“You don’t have to forgive her,” he says, leaning forward against the desk. “But you’re going to regret it if you don’t talk to her before it’s too late.”I scoff, shaking my head. “No, I won’t.”“You will.”The certainty in his tone pisses me off more than anything else. “You don’t know that.”“I do, because I’ve seen it before,” he counters, voice sharp now. “I’ve watched men in this life lose people they swore they didn’t care about, and then I’ve watched them drown in the weight of it after they were gone.”I shake my head, refusing to listen.
Kade POVHarlow is relentless. She’s covering me in pink plasters, wrapping me in bandages, and holding ice directly against my skin. Not an ice pack, not wrapped in a towel, literal chunks of ice.Rook, of course, is grinning like this is the best thing he’s ever seen.I don’t complain, though. At least I get to see her, spend time with her, even if it means enduring her questionable medical care. She sticks another plaster onto my arm, nowhere near the actual injuries, and I can’t help but wonder why.“Daddy Rook,” she nudges him, her little voice full of authority. “Daddy Mercer needs ice cream.”Oh, this is good. I lean back more, smirking. “Yeah, Daddy Rook, I need ice cream.”Rook glares at me before turning back to her. “We don’t have any, princess. You finished it before we left.”She gasps dramatically. “No! Not our ice cream, Gelato Heave