For spcrosby, hope you'll like it and so sorry for the long wait :( Also, thank you for Mac imagine ^^

Oh, April. That time of the seasons rolled around again and you expect your boyfriend's mood to be very changeable, depending on the performance of Pittsburgh Penguins in the playoffs. Even though the race for the Stanley Cup has barely begun, you notice Sid's moodiness. They played only one game and defeated New York, but both him and you know this series is far from over. To your luck, first two games are played here, in Pittsburgh and your boyfriend comes back home to your shared apartment every night.

It is the night of the second game and you know it's better for both of you to just leave Sidney alone. Due to your injury from work, you have to stay at home. Yeah, recently broken leg is no fun for a girl who has her boyfriend playing hockey for living, especially since you always go to his games. This will be your second time not attending the game and you can sense Sidney's sadness. Before he leaves, you wish him a good luck and a great game. He gives you his adorable smile, which doesn't reach his eyes. With a gentle peck on your forehead and later a passionate kiss on your lips, he leaves your home and heads to Consol Energy Center.

You watch the game on TV and when it's obvious the Rangers tied the series 1-1, it becomes clear to you Sid will not take this lightly. And you are right, he didn't take the defeat lightly. You hear him come home as the doors slam shut and his thumping footsteps echo through your apartment.

"Y/N, where are you?!"

Going by his voice, he is pissed off beyond belief and it sounds to you like he is going to take his anger out on you with no hesitation. You gulp hard, mentally preparing yourself for coping with a pissed off boyfriend, and yell back: "Living room!"

His thumping footsteps grow louder as he is closer and you feel his presence before you see him. His rage and disappointment linger above the two of you like a dark heavy cloud and it takes unbelievable amount of your willpower to look up at him. When you do, you wish you didn't do that- his eyes are filled with rage and his jaw is tightly clenched, just like his fists.

"Sid..."
"We lost! In front of our own fans!"

"You can't always win..."

"What do you know about anything, huh? You don't play, you only sit at home and do nothing all days!"

His words hurt you deeply. Usually, he would apologize before even finishing the sentence, but this time, he doesn't. His eyes are still full of rage and you know this time, his intention was to hurt you.

"I am sorry for having a broken leg," you try to defend yourself, but he yells: "Not my fault if you are such a klutz who can't use her own legs!"

He goes to the kitchen and soon comes back with a bottle of beer. He stops in front of you and says bluntly: "Scoot over."

Wordlessly, you pull your healthy leg to your chest and squeeze your back against the armrest, giving him plenty of place to sit. Without saying thank you, he sits down and turns on the TV. Quickly he gets to the program where the game is being replayed and throws the remote on the couch. You try to switch the channel, but he swats your hand away: "Don't."

"But, Sidney..."
"Shut up, I want to see what went wrong."

Realizing he is going to be like that for the whole night, you get up and wobble to your bedroom, where you lay in bed. Even through closed door you hear Sidney's comments and remarks about the game, which makes you feel lonelier than ever before. Soft sobs escape your lips as you drift into antsy sleep. What seems like centuries later, the bed next to you creak as Sid lays in bed. You feel him shuffle to the far end of bed and your heart breaks even more. Still, you decide to make sure he is okay: "Sid?"
"Mhm?" his voice rings through the darkness. Well, at least he isn't ignoring you...yet.

"Wanna talk about it?" you roll on your hip only to be welcomed by his bare back.

"No."

"Do you love me?" you ask quietly, knowing his answer could possibly break you. But you have to know this, not only for yourself, but also for the baby.

"I don't know. Let me sleep now."

His answer breaks your heart, shatters it to pieces. You have been together since your freshmen year of high school and shared too many good and bad memories for your relationship to end like this.

~~

You open your eyes and wake up into complete darkness and deafening silence. Your hand automatically looks for Sid's body next to you, only to realize he is not there. His side of the bed doesn't show any signs of him laying there and in a dim light you notice there is no framed photo of you two on the night stand. Also, you notice his wardrobe is empty.

"Sid?" your voice echoes through the empty room and when you get no response, you get up. Slowly, you tiptoe through the dark hall and when you want to turn the light on, you realize the switch is not where it's supposed to be. Your breathing becomes shallow and you close your eyes, trying to resist waves of panic attack. Ever since you have been a little girl, you fear of being left alone, in the dark or behind. And that's what you are right now.

"Sidney?!"

~~

"SIDNEY!" you cry out and sit up on bed, nervously going with your hands through your hair.

"What do you want?" he groans and finally looks at you. but not with a concerned eyes like he usually does...his look is empty and it's clear he doesn't want to deal with you.

"N-Nightmare..."
"Again? I really don't have time for this."

His words feel like daggers to your heart and that tips you off: "You know what, I am sick and tired of your bullshit, Sidney Patrick Crosby. I know you are upset, but you don't have to put it out on me, you can't blame me for your team's loss."

"Whatever. If you can't live with it, go."

"You know what? I am sick of your asshole-ish attitude and our baby-"

"Our baby?" he cuts your sentence and a second later the light is turned on and he is fully awake. He grabs your arm somewhat gently and forces you to look at him: "Our baby?"
You open your mouth to answer him, but he is faster: "And you didn't bother to talk about it with me first?"

"W-What are you talking about?"
"I told you, Y/N, hockey is my priority. And now you decide to ignore what I said and get pregnant. Okay, you clearly didn't understand what I said, so let me put it out clearly. I. Don't. Want. Kids. Anytime. Soon."
"Y-you never said that..."
"I did. In your last year of college and my mind still hasn't changed. Apparently, you were not listening."

Again, you are on a verge of tears, but you decide not to show him that: "Fine. You don't want the baby, but I am not getting an abortion, I am not destroying an innocent life."
"Then you are on your own."

~~

A week passes before you see Sidney again.

The next morning Sidney leaves to New York, giving you only a hug, which you both know it's forced, but has been a part of your routine for too long to forget about it. He promises he would call, but you don't put your hopes up. However, he does call you after they land, but you don't answer, which leads to your voice mail full wit messages. Through out the entire week he keeps leaving messages, first angry and then slowly turning into desperate, begging ones for you to call or pick up the phone.

The fifth game takes place in Pittsburgh again and you are nervous about meeting your estranged boyfriend again. After a week Pens lead the series 3-1 and you know if they win this game, they will advance to the next round. And because of that, you expect Sidney to be moody again.

"Y/N, I am home!" his voice fills the apartment after he comes back from a road trip in New York. This time his voice sounds different, much kinder. You gulp hard and clench your hand around your purse before you answer: "Bedroom!"

he comes to your bedroom and freezes at sight of you: "W-What are you doing? Where are you going? Why are your things all packed up?"

"Because, Sid. I am not a toy you can chew on when you are upset. I love you, I know you need someone to support you, but I am sick and tired of being someone you can put your rage out on. I am going to spend a night at the hotel and then I'll see. Until you are in the playoffs, I don't want to be near you, I don't want to be someone who you can yell at."
"But,...we always celebrate our wins together," he sounds lost and you feel your heart melt a bit: "Yes, but I am nothing more than an object you can yell at if you lose."

"I-I..."
"I don't care, Sid. This is not a break up, this is...shall we call it a playoff break?"

"What if I promise I will stop yelling at you?"
"We both know that could never happen. You've promised that before."
He sighs, rubbing his temple: "What about the baby?"

You look at him, your gazes locking: "I am keeping it."

"What if I don't want it?"

"Then I guess we have a problem. Goodbye for now, Sid."

After the fifth game, which Pens sadly lost, your phone rings. You have just gotten out of bath, but you still watched the game. With slow steps you approach your phone and hesitate for a bit after seeing called ID.

"Yes?"
"You don't have to answer that carefully, I am not going to hurt you," he chuckles on the other side of the line and that surprises you.

"Can I help you, Sid?"

"I... I just want to apologize. For treating you like I did...guys told me that my behavior towards you was not acceptable..."

Of course the guys know you two are on a break, they tell each other everything. Hell, for your last birthday they bought you a bikini without asking which size you are wearing and this tells a lot about their relationship in the locker room.

"So the guys told you that?"
"And I also realized that myself..."
"Yeah, too bad you will forget about it when you lose again."

"We just did if you didn't see the game. And it made me realize you don't deserve that. That baby doesn't deserve that," he adds quietly, making your heart flutter. Was that really affection towards the baby in his voice that you heard? And the fact he admitted his mistakes makes butterflies in your stomach go crazy, but you still are not giving in: "I am glad you realized that, but I am still not coming home."
"I need you back home."
"I am not coming home...but we can go out...," you smirk and almost see his smile as you answer.

"Can I ask you out then?"

You laugh a bit at how adorable he sounds: "You can."
"Then I am asking you and the baby in your tummy on a dinner date."

~~

And ever since that day it became a routine for your family to be on a "playoff break", when you took your baby out of town and gave Sid some time to focus on the game. It concerned you it might affect your relationship negatively, but as it turned out, it only improved it and two years after giving a birth to a baby boy, you told Sid you were pregnant again, that time with twins.