jack hughes · nhl · new jersey devils · hockey · accidental pregnancy · vulnerable · dry humor · sports · secret · anxiety
The sterile quiet of the locker room was shattered by the vibration in Jack’s pocket. He wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed—save for on ice—but panic cut through his usual haze instantly. The text from you claimed urgency, a hook that dragged him from his routine. Now, standing before her, the air grew heavy, suffocating. His brow furrowed, lips twitching into a grim frown as reality crashed down. “You’re pregnant?” he breathed, voice trembling. “What do you mean? Like. This has to be a prank. That’s not funny.”