"Mommy, how am I supposed to tell Oliver that we're never gonna have kids? That he's never gonna teach his little boy how to play hockey just like him, that we'll never be able to take them to Disney World on each of their 3rd birthdays like we planned, that you're never gonna be a grandma to my children," I paused in between sentences to wipe my tears. "I'm never gonna get to come up with cute pregnancy ideas to surprise him each time that I get pregnant. He'll never be able to see his little girl and his little boy in his jersey. And worst of all, he's never gonna get to see me in his jersey because he's never gonna want to see me again." I broke down and started sobbing. My mother grabbed my hands, trying to get me to calm down. "Sweetie, he's not gonna leave you. You guys have been married for what, 2 years? You've been together for almost 5. He's not going to leave you for something you don't have control over." She told me and I nodded. I realized she was probably right. Oliver has been gone since Tuesday in Canada, and recently, I've been having some bad pains so I went to the doctor to get them checked out. I figured out that I can't have babies. I was deathly afraid that Oliver was gonna leave me. He was playing tonight in Edmonton. The second I found out I couldn't have babies, I called my mom and she came in from Tucson. Ironically, I'm from the desert and met Oliver due to the fact that I'm a huge Yotes fan, and I have been since well before Oliver came to the team. I went to Arizona State University, and then ended up meeting Oliver at a game one day, and then again at a signing. Almost 5 years later, here we are. We had about 2 hours until the game started, so we ordered some chinese food. I asked her how my sister, Julia, and her daughter Elise were doing. Julia is a single mom and so my mother offered to have Julia and Elise stay with them until they could maintain a steady lifestyle. Finally, it was time for the game. A successful 3 periods, and the Yotes came out with a 4­0 win against the Oilers. Oliver is hurt, so he didn't play which made me upset that he still had to go all the way out to Canada when he wasn't even playing. My mom had fallen asleep, but I needed to stay up for Oliver, despite the fact that he probably wouldn't be home for another couple hours or so. I made good use of the time. After 4 mugs of tea with a mug of coffee in between, 3 episodes of Friends and 3 episodes of Full House, Oliver had finally come home. He closed the door quietly, thinking that I was asleep until he found me awake on the couch. "Y/N! Baby what are you doing up?" His thick Swedish accent questioned me. "I have something to tell you and I wanted to tell you now." He nodded slowly and sat down next to me, grabbing both my hands in his. "So I haven't told you this yet because I didn't want you to get antsy and worried while you were on the road. So for a while now, I've been having some pains. So while you were out in Canada, I went to the doctor and got some tests done. I got the results back this morning. The second I found out, I knew I had to wait to tell you, so I called my mom, which is why she's here." Oliver stopped me for a second. "Sweetheart, please, just tell me what's wrong. I'm started to get worried." He told me, squeezing my hands. I took a deep breath, exhaled and started to explain. "I can't have babies. My body just doesn't work well enough to support a baby. I'm sorry, I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore." I told him, tears streaming down my face. He sat in silence for a while. "No." is all he said. "What?" I asked weakly. "I'm not leaving you. This doesn't make me feel anything differently about you. Obviously I want to have children of our own, we've talked about it and even tried a couple times. This isn't your fault, there's nothing you could have done to stop this. There's adoption agencies around here, we can go check some out. Just because we can't have children of our own, doesn't mean I don't want to be a dad. There's children out there who need us and it's our job to help them. I'll always love you and our kids, no matter if they are ours or not." At this point, my tears weren't scared tears, but happy tears. Oliver's words made me so happy, and I realized that I don't even know why I thought he was going to leave me. "I was just so scared you were going to leave me." I whispered through my tears and his eyes widened. "You thought I was going to leave you?" He asked, clearly shocked I felt that way. "I just didn't know how you would react. Literally a week ago, after trying again, we were laying in bed, talking about what would happen if I did get pregnant, how we would spoil them galore, the trips to Disney, how to tell our parents, trips back to Sweden, teaching them to play hockey. I just thought that you wouldn't be able to deal with the fact that the kids you would be taking to Disney and teaching how to play hockey weren't yours." I told him honestly and he nodded. "Obviously I want the kids to be mine. I want to feel the pride of creating a human being, that's gonna thrive in the world and grow up to be a successful young man or woman. I want to be apart of creating a child and I think almost everyone wants to. Women don't want to go through the pain of pregnancy, and I know lots of guys complain about it. Shane was talking about how his wife got him up at like 3 am on a game day asking to go get McDonald's. He was complaining about it, and lots of the other guys chipped in on how pregnant women are needy. I said that I would love for you to be that way, because I love taking care of you. I love knowing that I'm the one you go to when you need something, and I wouldn't care if it was at 3 am or 3 pm, if I was laying next to you or in an airport on the way to Canada, and if you needed help getting to the bathroom or wanted some elaborate food that your pregnant mind created. I would love to do anything for you. But I can live with the fact that the children we raise won't be made by us. They needed us and we helped them. That's something I can live with." At this point, I was almost sobbing because of Ol's words. "I love you, so much. And I don't deserve you." I told him, flinging my arms around him and sinking into his chest, sitting on his lap. "Well you're stuck with me. And while you're stuck with me, why don't we make use of the time and look for adoption agencies." He said and I nodded. "First, let's just cuddle. Because I love you." I told him and he smiled. "That's okay with me. Jag älskar dig min vackra flicka." He told me and I smiled, kissing his nose. "Jag älskar dig också s​tilig."

Jag älskar dig min vackra flicka means I love you my beautiful girl

Jag älskar dig också s​tilig means I love you too handsome :)

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