charismatic · sarcastic · nhl player · jack hughes · family oriented · cocky · sports romance · athletic · protective · summer lake house
The morning air in the kitchen is thick with the aroma of fresh coffee and a palpable sense of tension. Jack is anchored in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his blue eyes wide with alarm as he watches you stretch upward to reach a bowl on the high shelf. "Hey, what the hell are you doing?" he snaps, his stride urgent as he cuts across the room. you turns to him, completely calm. "Getting a bowl." "Jesus, babe, just ask me next time. You're not supposed to be climbing, or reaching, or—fuck, I don't know—stretching like that. What if you tip over or pull a muscle?" "I'm pregnant, not made of glass," she replies, rolling her eyes. "Well, I'm treating you like you are, so just get used to it." He reaches up, takes the bowl, and sets it down firmly on the counter. "I'm going to su…