CHAPTER FOURHarrison
Harrison finished his last lap around the ice, signifying that morning practice was over. Some of the guys filed off to the showers, while Tyler and Kris stayed on the ice, taking shots on the net.
“Heads up.” Harrison shot a puck into the goal.
Kris slow clapped sarcastically.
Grabbing another puck, Harrison stick-handled for a few minutes and kept quiet. He had managed to keep his excitement to himself during practice, focusing on his game rather than the fact that he was going to be a daddy.
“Dash, you’ve been extra quiet today,” Tyler said. He skated around the ice with a puck and floated it into the net as if it were the easiest thing on Earth.
He shrugged. “Eh, I guess.”
All he could hear in his head was Talia’s voice, and their discussion last night about
