"Mommy, can I go to practice with Daddy?" your three-year old son asks as he waddles into the kitchen.
Ever since you and Alex had Aidan, you’ve always been worried that he would want to play hockey. You’ve seen what happens on the ice, so you naturally worried about your son’s future safety. Going to his father’s practice won’t hurt him, though. Right?
"Sure, but make sure Daddy’s teammates don’t pick on him too much," you say with a smile.
"Yes! Thank you, Mommy! Daddy, she said yes!"
You laugh at his shenanigans and go back to working on your laptop. When Alex walks into the kitchen, you scowl at him jokingly.
"What?" he asks you.
"Did you promise him that he could go to your practice?" you ask.
"Maybe. C’mon, Y/N. He loves hockey!" he exclaims.
"I know, but I’m just worried. I’ve seen the injuries. I’m afraid he’ll want to play hockey," you sigh.
"Do you not like that I play hockey?" he asks you.
You’re taken aback. You never thought he would ask you that question. Yeah, you worried about him every time it was his turn out there, but you never hated that he played. You both love the sport, and that’s actually how you two met, but that’s a story for another time.
Since you don’t answer from being too shocked, he storms out of the room and grabs his coat, along with Aidan’s. They both leave, and you just sit at the counter, not knowing what to do. You want to text Alex and tell him that you’re sorry, but you know that he should cool off.
When you see that practice will be over in a few minutes, you decide to go down there and talk to Alex. You want to fix things since he’s had all practice to be with his teammates, who help him calm down.You grab your jacket and keys and leave your house. Since the Centre is close by, you decide to walk instead.
Once you reach the team door, you see his teammates coming. Brendan spots you first and smiles.
"Hey, Y/N. What are you doing here?" he asks.
"Alex took something the wrong way, so I came over to talk to him. Have you seen him?" you ask.
"Yeah, he’s back on the ice. I’m not supposed to tell you, but he’s teaching Aidan how to skate," he whispers.
"Thank you," you say, and you give him a hug before walking down the hallway.
You stand by the bench and watch as Alex skates while holding Aidan’s hands. When Aidan sees you, he’s about to shout, but you hold a finger up to your lips. He smiles and nods. His attention is turned back to Alex, and you smile at the two. Seeing this sight changes your mind about your son’s future. If he wants to play hockey, you’ll do everything you can to fulfill that wish.
"Do you want to try by yourself?" you hear Alex ask.
When you see Aidan nod, you hold your breath as he lets go. He starts to skate around a little, and you see Alex’s cheeks move as he smiles. Aidan turns around and faces you before shouting, “Look, Mommy! I can skate!”
Alex’s head whips around, and you smile as your eyes meet. He skates over to you and stops, showering you with ice.
"What are you doing here?" he asks.
"Alex, I love that you play hockey. If you didn’t, we wouldn’t have met. I’m just worried about him. I worry about you every time you’re on the ice, but I definitely don’t hate that you play hockey. I love you, and I love the sport. Combining you and hockey is the perfect man, because you’re my perfect man. My hockey-playing, best-father-in-the-world man," you tell him.
He smiles and picks you up, pulling you over the boards. He places you on the ice and leans down to kiss you. You smile and return the gesture, but you feel something push between yours and Alex’s legs.
"Mommy, Daddy! Don’t be gross!"
you know what’s really obnoxious
when you show a lot of interest in something and you want something really fucking bad and your parents like
laugh at you
like they make fun of you for liking or wanting something
like holy shit wanna know the best way to knock your own kid’s self esteem
make them feel stupid for the things they like
okay seriously if you’re in a relationship or even a friendship and you find yourself spending more time crying out of sadness or arguing with them, leave them. i don’t care if they’re a modern day aphrodite/adonis or a gift bestowed upon you by the gods. toxic people are dangerous and i highly advise cutting them out of your life and finding someone who makes you laugh until you snort your drink out your nose instead.
This chair is feminine! "La Chaise!"
This chair is feminine! "La sedia!"
This chair is masculine! "Der Stuhl!"
This chair is a fucking object, I don't see a skirt or a pair of trousers anywhere on its cold hard surface, you people are fucking insane.
- french teacher:
ça va HELLA, et toi?
I love how the whole harry potter fandom just calls harry an idiot for naming his kid albus severus and says ginny should’ve named the kids so they would survive childhood
like you do realize this is the girl who named an owl pigwidgeon right
"Hedwig Pigwidgeon Potter, you are named after two owls."