My first shot at a Duck fan fiction, I hope you all enjoy it, and just for some background; Coach Bombay and Mrs. MacKay did get married shortly after the Goodwill Games (D2) and they have a six-year-old son, who doesn't have a name in this story but I will give him one later. Hope you enjoy….
Gordon Bombay skated almost gracefully across the ice. He moved the puck once, twice, but before he could shoot, a smaller sandy haired version of himself came under him, stealing the puck. Bombay chased the younger boy, letting him easily shot the puck in to the goal. The six-year-old turned to look up at his father, his toothless grin stretching for miles. Bombay dropped his stick and picked up the younger boy and skated across the ice, as the young child's laughter filled the arena.
Charlie Conway entered the rink through the side door; he knew this place inside and out. He smiled as the voice that he'd gotten so used to hearing filled his ears. He turned to look through the glass, seeing his little brother laugh as he held tightly to his father's shoulders as he flew across the rink.
"Hey Charlie,"
"Mrs. MacKay," He turned to hug the older woman
"Here for practice?" she joked; even though most of the Ducks had gone to different local colleges, they got together to play every weekend.
Before he could answer, he heard his name from the ice. He turned to see the younger boy skating towards the door, "Charlie, come play with me."
A small six-year-old arm shot up from behind the wall. Charlie quickly changed from his rollerblades to his ice skates and took the young boys hand before leading himself on to the ice.
Gordon Bombay smiled as he watched the older boy who he considered as much a son as his six-year-old blood; act as if he couldn't get away from the younger boy. His trance was broken when he felt his wife grab his hand and push him onto the ice. He pulled her with him and held her tight as she went sliding in her tennis shoes. She looked up at him, her eyes telling him everything that words couldn't; she was happy. She kissed the corner of his mouth before whispering, "Go be with your boys."
She laughed as he quickly kissed her and then skated off to the younger boys. Their laughter could be heard for miles. She smiled at the irony, as she really paid attention to the clothing choices of her guys.
Her husband was dressed in his white Duck jersey from California a few years before. Charlie had on his old green pee-wee Ducks jersey, how he still fit into it, she wasn't quite sure. And her little man was sporting his own green and white Ducks jersey, a present from Hans before he died.
This was their typical Saturday, in a few minutes, the rest of the legendary Duck team would arrive, scrimmage, and then everyone would come to their house for a cook out, just a time to get together. She heard the door open again and knew that the crew had arrived; she pulled her green jacket closer around her and smiled; there was no other way to spend a Saturday.
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