Pucking Strong: An MM Workplace Hockey Romance (Jacksonville Rays Book 4)

“Are you ready, my friend?” Lindberg asks in Swedish, patting me on the back. Ilmari and Novy stand just behind him in matching black tuxedos.

The music changes, and I nod, folding my hands dutifully before me. We’re standing next to an altar, draped in spring flowers. I look out on the sea of white chairs set at the edge of this nature preserve. Trees tower behind us, making the natural beauty of the woods our sanctuary.

Teddy’s dream was always to be married on a forest’s edge at twilight. And my Teddy gets what he wants. When it comes to this second wedding, I’ve denied him nothing. Everyone from the team is here, including their children and partners. The support staff and their families are here too, even some of the volunteers who work at the arena. An old lady named Marjorie shuffled up to me moments ago and offered me a butterscotch candy.

I scan the crowd and see all the familiar faces of Teddy’s other family and friends, including Colin, the PT for the Jaguars, and Doctor Brady and his husband, an imposing man with a thick mustache and scars on his face. Seated near them are the rest of the Prices and the Langleys. Ryan catches my eye and waves, giving me a thumbs-up. Tess sits on the end of the aisle, holding up a tablet. My parents have joined us via video call. She turns the tablet so I can see them and wave.noveldrama

The crowd sighs with delight as the flower girls make their way down the aisle, led by Karolina in a pretty blue dress. Her hair is a crown of curls. Teddy’s nieces, Camila, Evie, and Desiree, follow behind her, sprinkling their white rose petals on the soft grass. As the oldest, Desiree holds Evie’s hand, keeping her from darting away.

Karolina hurries the last third of the way down the aisle to my side. I duck down and pull her to me, kissing her cheek. “Well done, mitt lamm. Now, go sit with Hanna, ja?” I point to Hanna sitting at the end of the first row. She smiles and pats the empty seat next to her. Karolina goes to her, taking the hand of her cousin Camila to bring her along.

The music changes again, and Teddy’s sisters slowly make their way down the aisle. Each of them chose a different style of dress in the same color blue. Natalie winks as she passes me first. Jayla is already crying. Shae is the last down the aisle. She stops before me. “You’ll be good to my baby brother?”

I nod. “As long as there is breath in my body.”

Smiling, she leans in and gives me a hug. Then she takes her place as the matron of honor.

“Please, rise,” the officiant calls.

Our sea of friends and family rise from their chairs, turning to face up the aisle. With the pressure off me, I glance down. I’m wearing a sleek black tuxedo with thin lapels. The top button of my shirt is open, no tie. Teddy surprised me by leaving a gift in my dressing room this morning. It was a pocket square made from a piece of blue satin he cut from his favorite head scarf. When I lifted it to my face, I could smell the faint hint of peppermint hair oil, a pure shot of Teddy right to my lungs.

I adjust the little square of satin in my pocket. Then the music changes to something soft and romantic. A gasp ripples through the crowd, and I get my first look at Teddy in over twenty-four hours. He and his mother turn the corner at the top of the aisle, and my heart stops.

“Holy shit,” Novy mutters.

Reaching out, Lindberg squeezes my shoulder again. I hardly register the touch. I only see Teddy.

He’s wearing all white, his hair up in a twisted knot. His outfit is a sleek white tuxedo with crisply pleated pants and a jacket. He’s shirtless beneath the double-breasted jacket, which is accented at the lapels and on the sleeves with what looks like bridal lace. A sheer white veil is pinned at his shoulders, trailing behind him like a cape. He clutches a bouquet of flowers that Karolina helped him pick, which includes buttery yellow roses with sprigs of blue, a nod to our Swedish heritage.

In this moment, he’s more beautiful than I’ve ever seen him. I called him the ocean before, deep and endless. But just for tonight, he is the sun. He’s radiant and glowing, shining out like a beacon, calling me home.

His mother walks proudly at his side, her hand draped on his arm. Relations between us have improved over the last few months. I write her emails weekly, informing her about our life and my travels. I share pictures of Teddy and Karolina—at ballet practice and the pool, baking in the kitchen, making forts in the living room.

That’s all his mother wants in the end, to still feel like part of his new life. I can give her that. And in return, she will give me the chance to show that I mean what I say: I will love Teddy until the end, until there is nothing left of me but ash.

Even then, the proof of our love will remain. Petra isn’t gone. Not so long as Karolina draws breath. Not as long as we love her and honor her memory. My love for Teddy will be just the same. It’s bigger than me, touching everyone in our lives, remaking us all.

Teddy stops before me, tears of joy shining in his eyes.

“Who gives this man to be wed?” the officiant asks.

Keziah looks to me and nods. Then she turns to the officiant. “His mother does.” Kissing his cheek, she hands Teddy off to me, entrusting him to my care.

I take his hand in mind, pulling him forward. “You look beautiful, mitt hjärta.”

“So do you,” he replies, handing his bouquet to Shae.

The officiant gestures for the crowd to be seated, then she begins. I’m lost in a trance, unable to look away from my Teddy. His beauty is breathtaking, my man of sharp angles. The cut of his cheeks looks even more pronounced in this waning light. He feels my eyes on him and offers me a nervous smile, squeezing my hand.

Before long, the officiant is announcing the vows, asking us each to recite them. We already did this in Sweden. I promised to love and honor. I promised to shelter and defend. They were just words to me then. Now, I recite them as a sacred oath. I will love my Teddy for all my days. Honor him, yes. In all ways. I will shelter him and seek shelter in him. I will defend him with my life, with my dying breath.

“Do you, Henrik Johan Björn Karlsson, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” I declare.

His smile is blinding as he fights back his tears.

“And do you, Theodore Malik O’Connor, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“Yes,” he says on a breath. Blinking, he looks to the officiant. “Wait, I mean ‘I do.’ God, of course I do!”

The crowd laughs, and the officiant nods. Then she turns to Karolina. “Karro, do you want to come up here, honey?”

With a little nudge from Hanna, Karolina slips out of her chair and hurries over to us, taking one of our hands in each of hers. When we discussed getting remarried, this was always part of the ceremony that Teddy was adamant we include, much to my relief and delight.

“Karro, honey, your uncles have something they’d like to say to you.” Turning to me, the officiant nods.

It feels strange to offer these words in English, but I made a promise to Teddy. Dropping down to one knee, I brush a tear off Karolina’s cheek. “Mitt lamm, I’ve loved you from the moment you drew your first breath. You may not be my daughter by blood, but you are part of me, part of the soul of me. On this day, as I take Teddy into my heart and vow to make a home for him, I vow the same to you. I will love you always, mitt lamm. You will always have a home with me.”

She cries, wrapping her arms around my middle. Ilmari leans around Lindberg, handing me the flower crown we had made for her. Smiling, I rest it atop her head. She lights up, eyes wide, as she brushes her fingers over the soft petals of the roses in her crown.

Wiping under his eyes, Teddy clears his throat, then takes her hand. “Karro, you know you’re my best little friend. Becoming your uncle has been one of the great joys of my life. I believe we can pick our family and love them as fiercely as our own flesh and blood. And I pick you. I pick you to watch movies with, and bake cookies with, and watch hockey with. I will always pick you. I will always love you. And I will never leave.”

She hugs him too. “I love you, Teddy.”

Sighing, he drops to one knee and gives her a proper hug. “Oh, honey, I love you so much. Here—” He reaches behind him and his sister hands him his bouquet. He presents the flowers to Karolina. “These are for you. I’m so glad you finally got to be our flower girl.”

Her joy and beauty are ethereal as she stands with her flower crown and bouquet. We keep her between us, me holding her hand, Teddy with his hand on her shoulder.

The officiant looks to me. “Henrik, was there anything else you wanted to say to Teddy?”

I nod, clearing my throat. Looking over Karolina to him, I hold his gaze. “Teddy, when we first married, it was under a cloud of fear and grief. You did it to help a friend. You saw me in need. But in Sweden you asked me … rather, you shouted at me on the side of a busy road with traffic whooshing by …”

“Oh god,” he mutters to the soft laugher of the crowd.

“You asked me to name three things I knew about you. Just three things that would make you believe I cared for you at all.” Slipping my hand in my pocket, I pull out a piece of paper and unfold it. “I know a few more things now.”

He bites his bottom lip, trying not to cry.

“You listen to Norah Jones in the bathtub, Kendrick Lamar at the gym, and never the other way around.”

The crowd laughs as Teddy shrugs. “True.”

“You burn yourself every time you take something out of the oven. When you’re stressed, you only want to drink Diet Dr Pepper. You have a strict eight-step skincare routine, and I’m not allowed to ask you any questions about it. If there’s a risotto dish on the menu, you will always order it.”

He smiles. “All true.”

Folding the paper, I tuck it back in my pocket. “But those are just things, habits and patterns, the little routines you live by. I know more now. I know the rhythm of your breathing when you sleep. I know the catch of your breath when you hear something that surprises you. I know the furrow of your brow when you don’t get your way. I think I could chart the pattern of the freckles on your cheeks with my eyes closed. They’re more precious to me now than the stars in the sky. They are the constellation that guides me home. To you. Always to you. Only to you. My life and my love, my only one.”

Tears trail down his cheeks and I reach out, wiping them away with my thumb. “We have a lifetime together to learn more trivia about each other. But the essential things won’t change. I know you, Teddy. I know you and value you above all others, even myself. You married me once when I was drowning. You kicked for me, bringing me to the surface. In marrying me again, I vow to keep swimming, to keep trying to be worthy of you. I may not succeed, but I will always try. That is my vow.”

Silence answers my words as half the crowd reaches for tissues to dry their eyes. I glance around, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “What?” I glance to Teddy. “Was that not correct for a vow?”

He chokes on a laugh, snatching the tissue his sister offers him. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

The crowd laughs as he dabs at his eyes.

After I nod to the officiant, she continues. “Okay, thank you, Henrik. And Teddy, was there anything you’d like to say to Henrik?”

He huffs, tucking the tissue in his pocket. “Sure, no problem. I’ll follow that.”

The crowd laughs again.

Cleaning his throat, Teddy reaches out and takes both my hands in his. “Henrik, I’ve loved you for six long years. I loved you before I really knew what love was. It was a fanciful, dreamy kind of love. The kind of love you get lost in while soaking in a bathtub, listening to Norah Jones.”

There are a few chuckles out in the crowd.

“I had you up on a pedestal in my mind,” he goes on. “You were perfect, my own masterpiece. I set up ropes and added alarms. I could look, but I couldn’t touch. I think I was afraid that if I made you more human, you could hurt me. Worse, you could actually want me. Worse still, you could think you want me, learn more about me, then not want me anymore. I think that was my biggest fear, finally being seen by you … and having nowhere left to hide. Even once we were married, I hid pieces of myself away. I tried to play it cool and pretend like I wasn’t dying inside every time you looked at me, every time you touched me.”

His words hurt my heart, to know how he suffered in those early days.

As if he can read my mind, he glances out to the crowd. “Don’t worry, this story has a happy ending.” He gestures to me with a wave of his hand. “See? I got him. He knows everything about me, down to the freckles on my face, and he loves me anyway.”

There are cheers and applause at this, all our friends and family smiling, delighted for us and our love.

Teddy turns back to me, his expression sobering. “No one else has ever loved me the way you love me. No one else has ever made me feel so safe to be myself, to be loud and messy and panicked and happy and stressed. You let me feel all my feelings out loud, all at once, all the time. Henrik, you are my safe place, my harbor, and my home. I never want to leave the comfort of your arms.”

Lifting his hands to my lips, I kiss first the ring on his left hand, then the ring on his right. “I love you, Teddy.”

“Oh god, I love you too.”

The officiant smiles at us, nodding down at Karolina. I take Karro’s hand as the officiant continues. “Nothing makes God happier than when people treat each other with kindness, love, and fairness. You’ve opened your hearts to each other and made a home for this girl you’ve vowed to raise together. We here stand witness to your vows and commit now to help you see them through. In return, we vow to be your community, your support, and your safe shore. Lean on us, as you will undoubtedly lean on each other.”

“We will,” Teddy says with a nod.

I squeeze Karolina’s hand, smiling at them both. “I will.”

The officiant nods, raising her hands. “Then, by the power vested in me by the State of Florida, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss, sealing the bond of your marriage.”

With a squeak of excitement, Karolina steps back. Teddy trembles, his smile wide, as I pull him into my arms and kiss him soundly. No word of my vows was a lie. Tasting him on my lips is like coming up for air. I was drowning, and he saved me. I was lonely, and he brought joy and laughter into my life. I was lost, set adrift, and he found me. He reeled me in and moored me to him. We are bound now. Irrevocably. Teddy is my life and my love. To the end of my days, he is my home.

“I love you,” he says, the words a brand on my lips.

Smiling, I kiss him again.