CHAPTER EIGHTEENHarrison
Harrison began packing his hockey bag for afternoon skate. As he set his hockey sticks in the bag, he paused and looked at his wife. “I’m not going.”
Talia looked at him, frustration written all over her face. “What?”
He checked his watch. He was supposed to meet some of the guys for a non-team organized workout, scrimmage, then lunch. The new season was getting closer, and he needed as many workouts as he could fit in. He’d lost too much time at the end of last season with that ankle sprain.
But leaving Talia this late in the pregnancy didn’t feel right.
The summer had flown by, and Talia was headed into the home stretch of her pregnancy. Harrison wasn’t ready to get back into the day-to-day practices – which meant leaving her alone.
He grabbed his cell phon
