Pain surged through Guy's shoulder while he lay there, flat on ice back, in the corner of the ice. He'd tried to take the puck off Bill Guerin only to miscalculate his movements and slam awkwardly into the boards. It was over, he could see it. His entire hockey career flushed down the toilet because of a stupid mistake. As he rested there in agony, he remembered another time, when he was certain he'd never play again due to another stupid mistake.

"I'm late." Connie said as soon as he picked up the phone. No 'Hi, Hun.' or even a 'Baby we need to talk.'

It came on so fast Guy didn't even have a chance to really process what she'd said. "Late? Late for what, Sweetie? Practice isn't for an hour or so."

Connie gulped and drew a shaky breath. "Guy, I think I'm pregnant."

Her boyfriend stood there stunned with the phone in his hand. His heart pounded in his ears. She couldn't had just said what he though she said. It wasn't possible, they were always so careful.

"Um, are you sure?"

"No, I need to take a test. Will you come with me, to get one?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you in the parking lot."

An hour later they were sitting on her bed, staring impatiently into the bathroom, waiting for the alarm on Guys watch to go off. When it finally it beeped and Connie went to grab it. When she appeared in the doorway, she was biting hard on her bottom lip, the test strip in her shaking hand.

"It's positive." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm pregnant."

The color drained from Guy's face, his girlfriend's words swirling around in his head. A baby, already? He was still a kid himself, how would he ever raise one? His dreams seemed to vanish right in front of his eyes. College was out, and with it his hopes of a pro hockey career. Gone, all gone, his dreams.

Guy sighed heavily "Are you sure it's mine?"

"I've never been with anyone else." Connie spat, shocked he'd had the nerve to even ask such a question.

"Well it's just because, we always use protection, it doesn't make any sense."

"Condoms aren't always 100 percent, you know that." Tears sprung to her eyes. "Oh God, what are we going to do?"

Guy wrapped his arms around her quivering shoulders and held her tightly. Filling her ears with soothing words, that eased her tears. Though deep inside, he himself had never been more scared in his life.

"You alright, Germaine?" Guy looked up and was face to face with the team trainer.

He nodded. "Yeah, I think so, it just hurts, but I can skate." He picked himself up off the ice, to a cheer from the fans. He made his way to the locker room to be checked out, thinking the entire way. The pain in his arm was blinding, but it was nothing compared to the pain in his heart.