Month: November 2025

Read Player Misconduct By Kenna King Chapter 21 – I’m elbow-deep in a delivery box that the carrier just dropped off with Vivi’s name on it, something she ordered for the kitchen that arrived after Aleksi showed me the house yesterday, when I hear it: a thud from upstairs. Then another. Followed by a muffled

Chapte Twenty ALEKSI I wake before Kendall. That’s not unusual—years of early morning practices have trained my body to stir before the sun finishes its slow climb over the city. What is unusual is the way my chest feels when I roll over and see her: hair spread across the pillow like spun gold, one

Chapte Nineteen KENDALL The Lamaze class instructor—whose name I’ve already forgotten despite her introducing herself three times—demonstrates another breathing technique that’s supposed to make labor feel like “riding a wave” instead of “being hit by a truck.” I’m skeptical. But I breathe anyway, because what else am I going to do? Aleksi’s beside me on

Chapte Eighteen ALEKSI It’s been a few days since our date on the rooftop and now I’m headed to the house to pick up the keys, it’s only the second time I’ve actually seen the house. I didn’t even go inside. Vivi told me that the neighbor was thinking about selling so I drove by,

Chapte Seventeen ALEKSI The sky over Seattle looks unsure if it’s going to cooperate tonight. I check the forecast again even though I’ve already checked it eight times. Clear enough for a few hours. If the weather holds, the planets will do the rest. I get a text on my phone: Donna-Trey’s Realtor: Congratulations. The

Chapte Sixteen KENDALL By the time I’m halfway down 4th toward the waterfront, the air smells like wet brick and basil. A gull screeches overhead, banking low as if it plans to steal someone’s crust. The neon sign for Luigi’s blinks PIZZA in fat red letters —a glow that promises the pizza is worth the

Chapte Fifteen KENDALL It starts with a buzz. Then another. By the fifth notification, my phone screen looks like it’s having a seizure: Group texts, push alerts, gossip blog pings. The headline hits like a slap: Mystery Father Alert: Tarron McCoy’s ex-wife glows, Hints of Baby On Board Below it, a photo of me leaving

Chapte Fou teen KENDALL By the time September rolls around I’m five months pregnant and the city feels crisp and alive. Inside the stadium, the medical wing is quiet; the boys are on the ice and I’ve got a rare half hour to catch up on charts, a heating pad wedged between my chair and

Chapte Thi teen KENDALL The knock at my door comes just as I finally get comfortable on the couch. It’s been a week since Aleksi and I went to the ultrasound appointment together. I groan as I push myself up and head a few feet to the door. The delivery guy grins when I open

ALEKSI The usual smells of the Hawkeyes stadium hit me the moment I walk in. Ice cleaner from the zamboni, stale popcorn, fresh brewed coffee, and an undercurrent of sweat and determination. I just left Kendall at the baby store a few minutes ago after finding out she’s pregnant and that the baby she’s carrying