All Chapters of The Hockey Playboy's Plus Size Obsession : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The hospital hallway was a blur of fluorescent lights and squeaking rubber soles. Jax didn’t walk; he moved with the frantic, predatory stride of a man guarding the most precious thing in the world. He had Mila tucked against his chest, her head lolling against his shoulder, her breaths coming in ragged, wet hitches that sounded like sandpaper against his skin."Hang on, Mila. Keep your eyes on me," Jax growled, his voice tight. He felt her nails dig into his forearms, drawing thin, red lines through the fabric of his shirt. He didn't feel the sting; he only felt the terrifying, electric current of her pain surging into him."Jax," she gasped, her voice thinning out to a high, strained note. "It’s... it’s worse.""I know," he said, pushing through the heavy double doors into the labor and delivery ward. "I know, baby. We’re here."The nurses moved with clinical, terrifying speed. One moment, Mila was in his arms; the next, she was being transferred to the bed. The room felt like a ba

The “party” was less of a traditional gathering and more of an organized invasion of love.By the time Mila and Jax brought the baby home to their house in the hills, the place had been transformed. Tanya had been there for three days straight, arm-in-arm with Leo, turning the living room into a sanctuary of soft textures and muted sunlight. The scent of fresh lilies and homemade lasagna—the kind that bubbled with enough cheese to feed a small army—wafted through the halls.Mila sat in the oversized rocker in the corner of the living room, cradling the baby. She was still finding her rhythm, her body healing, her mind still catching up to the reality that this tiny, fragile thing was theirs to keep. She watched Jax move through the room. He was carrying a crate of diapers in one hand and a giant, stuffed hockey-stick plushie in the other, his face lit up with a goofy, Unrealistic grin."You look like a delivery truck," Mila teased, her voice soft.Jax dropped the crate and knelt b

The spring air in Boston was finally shedding its bitter, icy bite, replaced by the soft, fragrant promise of blooming magnolias. It was the perfect backdrop for Tanya and Leo’s wedding, an event that felt like a final punctuation mark on the years of struggle that had defined their little family.The ceremony was held in the courtyard of a historic estate that looked like it had been pulled directly from the pages of one of Mila’s favorite novels. The ground was carpeted in a lush, emerald velvet of grass, and the branches of the ancient oaks overhead were strung with tiny, glowing fairy lights that shimmered even in the late afternoon sun.Mila stood near the back, feeling the gentle, persistent pull of her pregnancy. She was nearly four months along, the bump just beginning to round out the silhouette of her sage-green dress. Jax stood beside her, his hand never leaving the small of her back. He looked impeccable in a navy suit that highlighted the broadness of his shoulders, h

The house was quiet. Mila lay in the dark, her eyes wide, staring at the shadows dancing on the ceiling. Beside her, Jax was a solid, warm presence, his breathing slow and deep, the rhythmic, unconscious sound of a man who had finally learned the art of resting.Mila shifted, the weight of the third pregnancy making every movement a deliberate, aching calculation. She felt a sharp, persistent nudge against her ribs—a reminder of the little life tucked away, waiting for its turn to join the chaos of their world. She let out a soft, involuntary sigh, the air leaving her lungs in a long, shaky stream.The mattress shifted.Jax didn't wake up—not fully—but his hand moved with the practiced, instinctive grace of a man who lived to protect her. His palm settled flat against the mound of her stomach, his fingers splayed, his skin radiating the steady, comforting heat of his body. He didn't say a word, just moved closer until his back was a firm, grounding wall against her, his touch a s

The silence that fell over the garden as Jess walked down the aisle was absolute. It wasn't the heavy, suffocating silence of the past, but a quiet filled with warmth and collective reverence.Dmitri stood perfectly still, his eyes locked on Jess. He didn't look at the crowd, he didn't look at the sky, and he didn't look at the camera flashes. He watched her as if she were the only source of light in the entire world.When she reached the arch, he didn't take her hand immediately. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his touch so light, so achingly tender, that a collective sigh rippled through the guests.Jax stood beside Dmitri as the best man, his posture relaxed but watchful, his gaze flickering toward Mila every few seconds as if to confirm that they were both still there, both still safe, both still together.The officiant began to speak, but the words felt like a distant background hum compared to the silent language passing between the couple. Dmitri