At least that’s what Paige Kidd had always thought. You found your career, you fell in love, got married, and had a family. She was on pace with everything except the last item. And her biological clock was ticking– loudly.
Tyler Kidd’s focus was always on his game, whether it was the beginning of the season, playoffs, or the off-season, he was always thinking about how he could be at the top of his game. He was a hockey player; it was in his blood. He always just assumed that someday he would have a little team of his own. It wasn’t something he thought about a lot, he figured it would just happen. Until it wasn’t.
Paige yearned for more, and Tyler was having a hard time sitting back and seeing his wife miserable. Life was happening around them while theirs stood still.
Tyler would do anything to see his wife smile. He’d move heaven and earth to make her happy. And for once, hockey was the last thing on his mind.
Talia Kidd-Dash was forty and pregnant.
Talia had just turned the big 4-0. And she was still coming to terms with starting a new decade of her life when the home-pregnancy test turned positive.
This pregnancy was almost as unplanned as her drunken Vegas wedding. But that ended up being the best thing she ever did. Of course, she had dreamed of someday being called Mommy. She just never thought it would be this close to menopause.
Talia’s head was spinning with so much happening at once. She finally found the man of her dreams, professional hockey player, Harrison Dash, and they were still practically newlyweds. And suddenly, they were now expecting a baby Dash. Was she ready for the dirty diapers, middle of the night feedings, and all the crying? Would she even be a good Mom?
Harrison had been excited to hand out cigars since the day she showed him the positive pregnancy test. Now she just had to get on board, since she was the one carrying baby Dash for the next nine months.