A/N: I know I neglected this story for far too long but I think I finally know where I want it to go. I still don't own Miracle. Thanks for all the reviews.

This is Your Time-Chapter Six

Anna's POV

Sunday morning I picked Jack, Jimmy, and Rizzo up outside their dorm promptly at eight-twenty. They had actually cleaned up that morning. Jack and Rizzo were both wearing black dress pants and Jimmy was wearing khakis and they were all wearing dress shirts. The three of them immediately jumped into the car and I headed towards St. Mary Magdalene. "Just so you know," I said. "There are a lot of young families at St. Mary's, so there is almost always a baby screaming at some point during Mass."

"Oh, okay," Jimmy said. "There are always babies screaming at Jack's house."

"Not anymore," Jack replied. He was up in the front seat with me while Jimmy and Rizzo were in the backseat. "Fiona's eleven. She doesn't scream like a baby anymore. These days, it's hormonal teenaged girls screaming at each other."

"What do your brothers do all day long?" Rizzo asked.

"They go to school and play sports."

"Yeah but what do they do during the summer?"

"Owen hangs out with his girlfriend and Aidan does something. I don't know what he does. He doesn't have a girlfriend. He probably plays sports all day or something. It's hard to keep track of my brothers; I do have seven siblings."

"Hey, I'm one of eight kids myself," Jimmy said. "I can keep track of my siblings."

"That's because most of your siblings lead lives involving having a job and a family; most of my siblings lead lives involving school and petty high school or middle school dramas."

"What about Patrick? He's not in high school or college. He has a real job and a wife and a baby," Rizzo replied.

That was new information to me. I knew that Jack's older brother was out of college and working with their dad but I didn't know that he was married and had a family. But then I'd only known him for a few months; we'd talked about a lot of things but we'd never really touched the intricacies of our siblings' lives. He knew I had three siblings, all younger, and I knew that he had one older brother and six younger siblings- four younger sisters and two younger brothers; they all had Irish names because his parents were both one-hundred percent Irish.

"I still can't believe Patrick has a baby," Jack said shaking his head. "It seems like just yesterday I was playing hockey with him or fighting with him over the shower."

"He is twenty-four," Rizzo told him. "He's old enough to get married and have kids."

"Yeah but that doesn't mean he has to do that."

"But you do have to admit that your niece is really cute," Jimmy pointed out.

"That's only because she takes after her mother," Jack shot back. "You must admit that Cindy is absolutely gorgeous."

"Oh, I'll admit that readily," Rizzo said. "Anna, you should see Jack's sister-in-law sometime. When she was in college, guys would line up around the block trying to get a date with Cindy, but she was only interested in one guy, Patrick O'Callahan."

"They lived in the same dorm and every girl in that building had a crush on Patrick," Jimmy inserted. "But one day, Cindy went up to Patrick and stood on his feet and announced to him that her name was Cynthia Fleming but he could call her Cindy."

"They were nineteen then," Rizzo explained. "And they got married three years later. And then Sarah came along back in January; she's such a beautiful little girl. Jack has a picture of her in his wallet."

"It's one Paddy mailed me right after I got here," Jack said. "She has dark brown curls and big brown eyes. She looks just like Cindy did at that age. I'll show it to you after Mass."

Jack really was the good Catholic boy Rizzo and Jimmy said he was. He'd told me once that he used to be an altar boy but somehow I still had him pegged as this rebellious kid from Charlestown, Massachusetts who was really just looking for a fight…until that Sunday. He actually loved going to Mass on Sundays and he really cared about his family. After Mass, we went out for breakfast and I listened to him rant and rave about his siblings and his niece. He loved his family. We were sitting there at breakfast when he pulled his wallet out of his pocket. Jimmy sighed as Jack started taking pictures out of his pockets. "Now you'll never hear the end of this. Once he has his pictures, he'll tell you all about his family; they're his favorite topic."

Jack had pictures of all of his siblings as well as his niece. His niece was as adorable as he said. She had dark brown hair that was "very much from her mother," Rizzo told me. "Paddy is blonder than Jack is." In the picture, Sarah was sitting on a couch wearing a pink sundress. "She's adorable," I said.

Jack smiled. "She really takes after Cindy."

"You keep saying that."

"Well, she'd better not look like Paddy; he's just a blonder version of me. You wouldn't want a baby girl to look like that."

"Are you calling yourself ugly?" I asked him.

He shrugged. "It's a possibility." Then he went back to eating his waffles.

"Jack doesn't like it when people go on and on about his looks," Rizzo told me. "He had girls following him everywhere during college and he's sick of it."

"I'm a human being, not a piece of meat," Jack muttered.

"OC had a stalker last year," Jimmy explained. "This girl followed him everywhere and called him all the time. He had to call campus security and get them to deal with her. She wrote him these really weird letters all the time about stuff like how she wanted to have a baby with him."

"And she was one of those girls who wouldn't shave or shower."

Rizzo laughed. "She was a hockey-loving hippie."

I smiled. "That sounds delightful."

"Oh it was wonderful. She called my house and told my mother that we were dating. She managed to get herself invited over to my parents' house for dinner one night, except it happened that I wasn't around that night and it came out in the course of the evening that she didn't really know me; she just wanted to know me."

"That sounds like fun. Why didn't you pursue her?"

"Because she smelled like rotting garbage," he replied. "I prefer girls who shower at least weekly but preferably daily."

"I'll keep that in mind," I told him. "And I should tell you that I did remember to shower this morning."

"Was that your weekly shower or your daily shower?"

I laughed and leaned my head against his shoulder. "It was my daily shower; thank you for asking though."

"You do smell like you take daily showers but I had to check. You never know with all the things that Rob says about you all the time."

Jack's POV

Anna jerked away from my shoulder and stared at me. "What else is Robin saying about me?"

"Last night, he was ranting about your family for hours," Rizzo began slowly. "And he said that you were some sort of militant feminist who hates men and wants to see the world ruled by men."

"Bullshit," she replied. "I'm not a feminist."

"He also said that your sister was a whore who would sleep with anyone and that since she was back in town, we should all watch out and make sure she didn't try anything with any of us," Jimmy told her.

"I doubt Abby will be around long enough to try sleeping with any of you. As far as I can tell she's just here to dump her baby with my parents and then take off again."

"She has a baby?" I asked. Her sister was three years younger than her, which made her about nineteen.

"He's about two weeks old," Anna said slowly. "She had him in Vegas and then as soon as she could she drove him up here to leave him with my parents. The only problem is that Mom and Herb don't want to take her baby. They've got enough on their plates with the hockey team and Kelly and Danny."

"So what's going to happen to her baby?"

"I'm not sure," she replied. "I might take him or he could end up in foster care."

"But you were thinking about getting your master's degree in psychology?" Jimmy protested. "How are you going to do that if you're raising a baby?"

"I could take only a class or two at a time and have my mother baby-sit the lad then."

"But how will you work? How will you support yourself and this baby?" Jimmy sounded just like he was Anna's father.

"I'll figure things out. I didn't say I was actually going to do this but I can't bear the thought of my nephew being put in foster care when I am perfectly capable of taking care of him."

"But you have plans and dreams."

"Jimmy, I'm not dying; I can still support myself. I just don't want my nephew to rot in some foster care home where no one ever notices him. I want what's best for the poor kid."

"Does this poor kid have a name?" Rizzo asked.

Anna shook her head. "She just calls him 'it' or 'the problem.' I saw her when I took Danny and Kelly home on my way to pick you boys up this morning. He was lying on the couch screaming and she was yelling at him to be quiet. Thankfully, Herb came in and took care of the baby."

"Herb is good with babies?" Rizzo asked.

"He was good with his own children. He might seem gruff and angry but he's a completely different person with his family. He's no saint but he does love his children."

"I just can't see the Herb Brooks I know being a loving, devoted family man."

She smiled. "Rizzo, you're having a different experience of Herb than you would have had if you'd played for him at Minnesota. He really can be friendly. He used to have his players over for dinner on a regular basis."

"Really? Why'd he stop?"

She shrugged. "I think he wants this team to be different from any other team he's ever coached. Think about it. He's training you differently than anyone else. He wants to beat the Russians. This isn't just a game to Herb; this is about 1960."

"What happened?" I asked. I'd heard something about it but I couldn't really remember.

"He was the last man cut from the 1960 team. He's in the team pictures but he never got to play in the Olympics. The 1960 team beat the Russians; he wants to beat the Russians."

"No one's beaten the Russians since 1960," Rizzo protested.

"And Herb wants to change that."

"That's what all of this is about?" Jimmy asked. "The man is insane."

Anna nodded. "I know. But he has a dream and he has a goal."

That night, Anna and I were sitting in her apartment talking. "What's going to happen to your nephew?"

"Abby left town this afternoon. The baby is at my parents' house and my mom's going to take care of him for a little while. We'll see how things go with time."

"Does the little guy have a name yet?"

She shook her head. "Mom is calling him wee Willie Winkie."

"Oh really? Maybe we should give him a real name."

"You should meet him before you name him."

"Could I meet him sometime?"

"Next weekend," she promised me. "Now I need to get you back to the dorms so you aren't exhausted at practice tomorrow morning. Herb doesn't know about us yet so we can't let the cat out of the bag just yet."

"So I have to get to bed at a reasonable hour and avoid the fact that I've been out at your apartment for the past three hours?"

She kissed my cheek. "Yes, Jackie boy, I'd really love it if you could be a good boy for me."

I kissed her and then climbed off the couch. "Well then, if you'll drive me back to my accommodations, I'll go back to pretending to be a nice, single hockey player."

"Hey now, you have a girlfriend."

"But I'm not supposed to tell anyone about her."

"You can tell people you have a girlfriend, just don't tell people who she is."

"So can I tell people I have a gorgeous Irish girlfriend back home?"

"If you so desire," she replied, kissing me again. "You can call this little apartment home if you like. You're just not allowed to spend the night here or anything."

"Then I guess it's time for me to leave," I said, standing up and grabbing my jacket.

I walked into the dorm to find Mac lying on his bed watching TV. "Where have you been?"

"I was out with a girl," I replied.

"Oh really? Was she pretty?"

I thought of Anna sitting on the couch wearing blue jeans and a new black tank top. "Yeah, she was pretty good looking."

"How'd you meet her?"

"We were in a bar one night and we really hit it off."

"Oh okay," he said before going back to the TV. "Just make sure you bring her by some night to meet the guys."

"I'll see what I can do."

A/N: I know it took a long time to get this one posted, but enjoy it and please review. And let me know what you think I should do about Anna's nephew.