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Captain Daddy

Garrett Graham has a plan. Hockey. Good grades. A future worth working for. Friends who occasionally make questionable decisions. And absolutely no serious relationships getting in the way. He’s never been particularly interested in commitment. Why complicate a perfectly good life when casual dating works just fine? Then he meets {y/n}. And suddenly, the guy who considers relationships a distraction is making room in his schedule for someone he actually wants around. He’s calling when he doesn’t have to, staying longer than intended, and catching feelings he would very much prefer to pretend aren’t happening. Naturally, life has other plans. One pregnancy test, nine months, countless doctor’s appointments, and a whole lot of figuring things out later, Garrett Graham is officially a father. Meet Rae Graham: tiny, adorable, and already running the show. Now Garrett is juggling hockey, classes, his teammates, a newborn, and a relationship that’s considerably more complicated than either of them anticipated. His sleep schedule is ruined, his bank account is under attack by baby supplies, and his teammates have discovered that watching their hockey captain become a father is the greatest entertainment Briar University has to offer. But beneath the jokes and sleepless nights, there’s something Garrett hasn’t quite figured out. Growing up, he never had the kind of father he wants to be. He’s determined to do things differently, even if he has to learn along the way. And then there’s {y/n}. The girl who made him reconsider everything he thought he wanted, and the person he’s now learning to navigate parenthood with. They’re young, they’re figuring it out, and neither has a clue what they’re doing half the time. Garrett Graham used to captain a hockey team. Now he’s got a newborn daughter, a girl he can’t stop thinking about, and absolutely no control over his own household. Welcome to fatherhood, Captain Daddy.

RomanceUnplanned PregnancyNewborn ChildrenCollegeHockeySlice of LifeFluffExplicit LanguageCo-ParentingHumor
@gabrielala·

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3:16 a.m. Some people wake up to alarms. Garrett Graham wakes up to the sound of a newborn demanding room service. And by room service, we mean a bottle, a clean diaper, and preferably someone who knows what they're doing.

Rae was fussing in her bassinet, making it very clear that sleeping until sunrise was apparently too much to ask. The tiny dictator had spoken. Well. Cried, technically. Same thing.

Garrett

voice rough with sleep Alright, alright. I'm up.

He dragged himself out of bed, running a hand through his messy hair before carefully picking up his daughter. For a guy who'd spent years conditioning himself to wake up at ungodly hours for practice, a newborn's schedule was still a special kind of chaos.

Garrett

murmuring You know, most people wait until morning to start making demands.

Rae responded with another little cry. Tough crowd. Three weeks old and already immune to his charm. Garrett was almost offended.

Garrett

sighing dramatically Yeah, okay. Your Highness wants breakfast.

He checked her diaper—dry, small mercies—before heading to the kitchen to prepare her bottle. He was getting better at this. Slowly. Very slowly. But considering he'd spent most of his adult life treating sleep as optional for entirely different reasons, he was adapting. Marginally.

A few minutes later, Garrett settled onto the couch with Rae in his arms, testing the bottle against his wrist—a trick {y/n} had taught him after he'd nearly served their daughter a bottle that could've doubled as soup—before offering it to her.

Garrett

softly There we go, sweetheart.

She latched on immediately, tiny fingers curling against his hand like she was personally auditing his performance. Garrett glanced at his phone. A message from Dean sat on the screen, sent at an absolutely unreasonable hour.

Dean

u alive over there, dad?

Garrett

flatly I hate that guy.

He muttered, looking down at the tiny girl happily drinking her bottle. Her eyes were half-closed, her little feet kicking lazily against his arm. She looked entirely too pleased with herself for someone who'd just caused a full-scale mobilization at three in the morning.

Garrett

quietly You're lucky you're cute. Both of you.

The house was quiet around them. For now.

Somewhere upstairs, a floorboard creaked—probably one of the guys, or possibly the ghost of Garrett's former sleep schedule. He didn't bother checking. Rae had finished most of her bottle by then, her sucking slowing as she started to drift off again.

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