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"So what does a record-breaking ice hockey player do in their time off?"
"Play more ice hockey!" Derek was slightly breathless as he grinned at the camera, still attired in his protective gear. "No - seriously I spend the time with my family. Between minding the missus and attempting to build baby furniture, I play teacups with my daughter and jam with my son."
"Well, we know what you'll be doing when you leave here!" the reporter laughed.
Derek – the one-time Tooth Fairy – wiped sweat from his forehead as he nodded and turned away. "Good talking to you Steve. Gotta dash."
Arriving home, Derek opened the front door. "I'm home."
"Mum's crying again," said Randy passing by with a roll of his eyes.
"Thanks for the heads up son," replied Derek as he dropped his bag. "Wish me luck."
"Luck," the teenager mutter as Derek twisted his wedding ring. "Tess," Randy then yelled up the stairs. "Dad's home."
Gingerly entering the lounge room, he saw his wife watching the interview. She had tears running down her face when he rounded the couch. He was ill-prepared for when she launched at him but recovered swiftly and held Carly as close as her pregnant belly permitted.
"Oh you wonderful man," Carly praised when she eased back. After several kisses, he gripped her hips and inwardly wondered at why.
"I knew I married you for a reason," she responded tremulously.
"Uh huh," he encouraged cautiously.
"You called Randy and Tess your son and daughter!" said the weeping woman as she wiped at her wet cheeks.
"I'm ready to go!" declared Tess, her high-pitch voice covering Derek's response as his wife turned in his arms.
"Well yeah."
My, how times have changed!