13 weeks

You're watching Matt reading through a few different pamphlets while the two of you are sitting in the waiting room. Your first appointment is today and if you are being honest, there was a part of you that didn't believe he would actually show up despite being in Calgary and not having a game.

But he showed up fifteen minutes early at your apartment despite you telling him you were very capable of driving yourself but he insisted and you're so used to him being a total jackass that you've decided to enjoy him being friendly and caring.

Not to mention he looks really hot today. You're blaming that thought on the hormones though.

"You're staring again." He murmurs and you feel your cheeks heat up as you scramble to come up with an explanation.

"You have... dirt on your face." You mumble, ignoring when he chuckles and shoves the pamphlets in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Whatever you say sweetheart." he says and you glare at him.

"Do you always have to be such an ass-" you begin to say but a voice cuts you off.

"Y/N Y/L/N?" The receptionist calls out and you take a deep breath before standing up and following her to the examination room.

You ignore the fluttering in your stomach when Matt takes your hand in his and squeezes it gently.

Stupid hormones.

. . .

You've only seen Matt show real emotions on the ice. You haven't really seen him upset or angry off the ice. Granted, you hardly spent time with him until now but the point is that even through the tears in your eyes, you can see the tears in his.

As soon as you heard the fast little heartbeat and saw the sonogram of the baby growing inside you, you fell in love instantly. You weren't really listening to anything the doctor said as she pointed out things but from the small amused smile on her face, you figured she knew.

Matt squeezes your hand again and brings it up to his lips, not kissing it, but resting them there.

"Wow." He whispers and you nod in agreement although wow hardly covers it.

The doctor gives you a few instructions and prints off two copies of the ultrasound for you and Matthew and then prints off extra for Brady, Becca, Taryn and his parents.

As the two of you are leaving, your phone dings and you see a text from Chantal. Matt peaks at your phone and frowns.

"You talk to my mom?"

"Yeah," you say aimlessly, unlocking your phone to check the text and letting Matt take your hand and guide you outside.

"What do you guys talk about?" Matt asks and you shrug.

"Pregnancy stuff." You tell him, raising an eyebrow when he opens the car door for you but not commenting. When he climbs in the drivers seat, he looks at you and frowns again.

"You can talk to me about pregnancy stuff."

You give him a dry look. "Did you birth three children?"

"No?"

"Then you don't understand."

He looks confused but huffs and starts his car. When he starts driving in the opposite direction of your apartment, you look at him in question.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

You debate arguing with him until he tells you but you rest your head back instead, letting your eyes fall closed and drifting off.

"Oh my God, I love you." You mumble around a mouthful of a double cheeseburger with extra pickles. You were surprised when he knew what your new order was without asking.

You don't notice the Matt's face turning a light shade of pink, too invested in the McDonald's meal in front of you.

"I can give you and that burger a minute if you want?" He jokes and you roll your eyes.

"Seriously, thank you." You say quietly after you finish chewing and swallowing you food. "You didn't have to. I know you're probably busy."

"Never too busy for you." He says easily and your eyes widen at his confession. When he realizes you've stopped eating and are staring at him, he clears his throat.

"I do have plans tonight though, so we should leave soon."

"Right." You say, clearing away the food and standing up. "Anything fun?" You ask, following him outside.

He shrugs and gives you a vague answer that makes your stomach twist. "Dinner with a friend."

"Oh."

Maybe it's a date, you think to yourself, face falling. It wouldn't surprise you. He's single, good looking and you're sure Calgary is full of girls who would love to date him.

There's an uncomfortable silence between the two of you during the drive back to your apartment and you hate it.

. . .

The look on Y/N's face haunts Matt after he drops her off. He could have easily told her it was only Johnny he was getting dinner with but then he would have to explain why he was going to dinner with him and that would just create a whole other mess.

But she just looked so dejected when he cut their day short and said he was going to dinner with a friend that it made him want to cancel on Johnny all together but there was an important conversation he had to have with his teammate.

Dinner was set for seven so he takes a quick nap before getting ready. His dad calls and asks how the appointment went and how Y/N is. He knows that his parents are disappointed but he can tell they're starting to become more excited.

"Did anything happen between you two today?" His dad asks lightly and Matt frowns.

"What do you mean?"

Keith just hums nonchalantly. "Your mom mentioned she seemed a little down when they were chatting earlier."

Matt idly wonders how often his mom talks to Y/N and if they chat about more then pregnancy things.

"Nothing happened."

"If you say so, son." Keith says before bidding goodbye to Matt.

He doesn't have time to wonder why his parents think that something happened or he'll be late for dinner so he finishes getting ready and leaves for the restaurant.

. . .

"So what did you want to tell me?" Johnny asks, shoveling food in his mouth whereas Matthew hasn't touched his, too nervous for his friends reaction.

"Uh, you know Y/N, right?" Matt asks before he realizes how stupid of a question it was because she's literally Johnny's best friend.

"Yeah..." his teammate answers slowly. "Did you hit your head or something?"

Matt cringes. "Sorry. That was-"

"A dumb question." Johnny jokes. "Why are you asking me that?"

Because I knocked up your best friend, that's why.

He figures that answer might get him knocked out so he tries to go for the same approach he did with his father.

"She's pregnant." Matt says just as Johnny is taking a sip from his water.

Despite being in one of the fancier restaurants in the city, his friend didn't try to hold in the water in his mouth and it sprayed directly in to Matthew's face.

"What the hell? Why didn't she tell me? Better question, why did she tell-" Johnny's eyes widen and his jaw drops.

"You didn't."

Matt winces. "This feels a lot like the conversation with my dad."

"You did not knock up my best friend."

"It wasn't-"

"I want to punch you so badly right now."

"Yeah... that's why I chose to tell you at a restaurant instead of your apartment."