“And speaking of Lucy, she has a present for you.” “Yeah?” He kisses my forehead and pulls me onto the couch. “Where is she?” Hi, Lucy signs as she makes her way to the living room. Great game tonight. Thanks, princess, he replies, beaming. Do you know what kind of shot I scored with? A slap shot, she tells him, and he nods, impressed. I don’t know why he’s surprised about her knowledge; he’s teaching her everything he knows about hockey in hopes she’ll play in the PWHL one day. I’m going to start learning how to do those. They’re the most fun shot you can take.
