Here's the first part to the epilogue. I believe there will be one more part after this that jumps a few months further into the future. I hope you all like it.
The crowd was going wild with fans yelling and cheering after a Blackhawk's goal. Erin and Micah made their way to their seats weaving through the extra obnoxious hockey fans high-fiving and fist pumping in excitement.
Micah carried a frozen coke that he was much more focused on then watching his step, and Erin balanced beer, bottled water, and a bag of popcorn. When they reached their seats Jay was siting on the end waiting for them. Micah easily slid past Jay's legs and took his seat two chairs over. Erin handed Jay the beer and bag of popcorn before turning sideways to inch down the aisle way to her seat. When she did Jay reached out in front of him and grabbed her butt. Erin glared over her shoulder to scold him.
"Really Jay? Here?" Her tone was harsh and annoyed, but the smile on her lips said otherwise.
She sat down between Jay and Micah.
"You're right. Sorry." He apologized with a smirk still on his lips.
"No you're not." She teased knowingly.
"Not even a little." He agreed with a laugh before taking a sip from his beer.
When the Blackhawk's scored again everyone raised form their seats and cheered. Micah had moved to Jay's lap before the goal was scored, so Jay held him up above his head as he cheered. Micah giggled hysterically. After sitting back down Erin felt hot breath on her ear coming from behind.
"Damn baby how do I get a piece of that ass?"
She whipped her head around to see the highly intoxicated hockey fan that had just aggressively hit on her. Jay was watching the game with Micah, and hadn't even realized anything was happening until Erin's voice blared out.
"Excuse me?" She inquired obviously pissed. The man's friends, who were just as hammered, cackled loudly.
The man winked. "You heard me girl."
"Asshole." She rolled her eyes and turned back around not wanting to fight. She just wanted to ignore him and enjoy the game with her family, but he wouldn't leave her alone.
"Oh come on honey, don't act shy. We all know you want some of this."
Now she was completely disgusted and heated. "I wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole you fucking pervert."
His buddies were in hysterics laughing now, but the man himself didn't find it funny. Now he was mad and defensive.
"Listen, bitch you don't have to get rude. It's not cute."
Micah was so focused on the game he didn't notice the conflict occurring right beside him. Jay on the other hand was watching intently.
"Are you going to say anything bro?" Another fan sitting next to Jay whispered to him.
"Oh trust me she's got it under control." He knew not to step in unless it somehow turned physical. Erin would only get more upset if he said anything, and she was more than capable of defending herself. This wasn't the first time he'd seen her argue with a creep that had hit on her. He almost felt bad for the drunken guy who had no idea what he had just gotten himself into.
"Oh no you listen to me you jack ass. Say one more demeaning thing to me in front of my family, and I will kick your ass."
"Okay" Jay dragged the word out standing up and setting Micah down. "That's enough man. Leave her alone." He spoke to the guy attempting to defuse the conflict, while grabbing Erin's arm trying to calm her.
He had her switch seats with him so she was further away form the drunken idiot. Jay heard him mumble "Bitch," one last time under his breath but Jay chose to ignore it and focus on Erin.
"What a jerk." Erin muttered to Jay still fuming.
"I know. He's drunk. I think he's done now anyways."
"Thanks for not trying to step in until the end. You know I hate it when you try and fight my battles."
"You're welcome." He smiled. "Besides it was way to entertaining to stop."
She grinned. "I wasn't really going to hit him. Just so you know."
"Oh I know." He reached his hand over and set it gently on her stomach, and she rested her hands over top of his. "You're not that reckless."
Erin leaned her head against Jay's shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head.
While sitting back on Jay's knee Micah pointed down at the players on the ice. "See that guy right there daddy? The guy with the puck right now."
"Yeah I see him."
"That's going to be me, and I'm going to have my brother be the goalie. I'll teach him how."
"What if it's not a brother? What if you're gonna have a sister?"
Micah gave him a look. "Girls can be goalies too dad." He said it as though Jay had just asked him the stupidest question to ever exist.
Jay and Erin both laughed at his perfect response.
Nothing in their whirlwind relationship had been planned, and this baby was no exception. They had wanted to wait at least a year, but instead they were the shining example of why birth control is only ninety-nine percent effective. They were the one percent somehow managing to get Erin pregnant two months after getting Micah back. Now that the shock and panic had worn off they couldn't have been more excited. Micah was obsessed with the idea of having a little brother or sister to play with and, Jay loved the little baby bump Erin was just now starting to acquire at four months along. Although it wasn't currently noticeable under the baggy hockey jersey she was wearing. Erin was excited too. She loved being a mom, more than anything in the world. It was unexpected, but she knew that her and Jay could handle it together.