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August
Garrett
We get in the car. I upgraded the Jeep to a Mercedes G-Wagon my first year in the league, but it’s still sitting in our driveway, and I drive it once in a while to keep it running. Hannah and I have history in that car. And, lately, I guess I’ve been hoping that our kid could drive it someday.
But now.
Which kid?
Oh shit, am I going to have to get rid of the G-Wagon?
We’ll at least have to trade in Hannah’s Honda Civic for something that we can fit two car seats in. Goddammit, I just convinced her to let me help finance it last year while we were waiting for her first royalty checks to start coming in.
Double goddammit.
Two car seats.
We’ll need a minivan.
Hannah must read my mind, because she looks over her shoulder into the backseat and chuckles. “We’re going to need a minibus if we’re going to fit twice the baby stuff in it.”
“A whole Uhaul,” I counter.
Hannah laughs, and I fucking love her laugh, but then her mouth settles into something more contemplative.
“Twins,” she says.
“Twins,” I echo.
“You and your super sperm.”
“Nah, babe, this isn’t on me. The swimmers can’t fertilize what isn’t there.”
“Two babies, Garrett. In my body. Right now.”
I take one hand off the steering wheel to take hold of hers. “I know it’s not, like, super helpful or articulate or anything, but we’ll figure this out. We’ll make it work. It’s you and me.”
“I know this wasn’t part of the plan, at least not right now. Maybe not ever.”
We’re stopped at one of the five thousand stoplights in Boston, so I turn and look at her. “Hannah, I’ve wanted everything with you since the moment I kissed you. Kids and dogs and a house and a wedding and red carpets and Stanley Cups and whatever else we dream up along the way.”
“We’ve royally fucked up the order, though. Stanley Cup should have been first.” She chuckles, but there’s no humor to it.
“When have things with us ever been simple?” I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I hope I sound calmer than I am. I must, because Hannah relaxes a little. I see it in her shoulders.
We’re silent for the rest of the drive home, but we don’t let go of each other’s hand, so I know I’m not the only one using it as a lifeline right now. But as freaked out as I am, I believe what I told Hannah: we’ll figure it out.
I pull into the driveway, and Hannah breaks the silence.
“Jesus Harold fucking Christ!”
“What? Whoa, Han, are you okay? Are the babies—?”
“We have to tell my parents.”
Oh.
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Hannah
“Okay, so who does know?” Garrett asks, rubbing a hand over his face. We’re sitting on the couch in the living room, my head in his lap.
I smile nervously. “Well…the girls know, you know that.”
“I knew that Allie and Sabrina knew,” he says. “Are you saying Grace knows, too?”
I wince. “She actually knew before Sabrina did.”
“Okay, back up. How?”
“Well, it was at Sabrina and Tucker’s reception, and I was puking in the bathroom—”
“That’s where you went?”
“Garrett, I love you, but the first pregnancy symptom you noticed were my boobs getting bigger.”
“Damn, Wellsy. I’m sorry. I thought I was better at noticing things than that. That was shitty of me.”
I pat his knee. “No, you are. I was just also trying to hide it.” I’m overcome with shame—again. “And their wedding didn’t feel like a good time to tell you. I wasn’t even sure at that point.”
“So you were puking in the bathroom at Tuck and Sabrina’s wedding. Where was Grace?”
“Well, she was in the hall canoodling with Logan—”
“No you’re not telling me that Logan knew! He sounded shocked when I told him!”
“Wait, you told Logan?” I sit up and turn to face Garrett.
“Yes, but finish your story, and then I’ll tell mine.” He looks as flabbergasted as I feel.
“Well, I guess, Allie was coming to find me, and she overheard Logan call Grace ‘Mrs. Logan,’ so Allie being Allie pulled Grace into the nearest empty bathroom to interrogate her about secretly eloping, and that bathroom happened not to be empty, because I was in there puking.”
Garrett just looks at me. “So…you knew about Grace and Logan, like, a month before the news broke online?”
“Yes?” I say sheepishly.
“And she knew you were pregnant?”
“Well, kind of. I thought I might be pregnant at the wedding, but after I took the test, I only told Allie, so technically Grace and Sabrina found out at the same time. The same day the news broke about Grace and Logan, actually.”
I can see Garrett’s next question forming before he asks it. The space between his eyebrows crinkles, and I want to kiss it smooth, but I don’t.
“And I told the girls not to tell anyone before I told you. Not Logan or Dean or Tucker. And I don’t think they did. They know how fucked up it would be for you to find out through the grapevine like that.”
His forehead relaxes. “So I guess I’m the one who told Logan, then.”
Thank God the heat is off me for the moment. “Yeah, babe, how did that happen?”
He runs a hand through his hair as if he needs something to do. “It was right after I found out, and things were tense, and you had gone to bed, and I needed to talk it through with someone, so I called Logan, and he started telling me some weird-ass story about a mime, and then I kind of, just, blurted it out.”
“How did he react?” I ask, genuinely curious. I love the girls, but the relationship the guys have is something I’ve always found fascinating. It’s not like me and Allie, but it’s by no means casual, either. They’d die for each other, and somehow, they all know it, even if they’ve never said as much.
“He told me I’d fucked up big time with how I reacted and to bust out the credit card and grovel,” I laugh.
I smile. “Well, he wasn’t wrong. At least I got a shiny ring out of it.” I admire my engagement ring in the light for a moment.
“That wasn’t groveling,” he protests. “That was ‘I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life raising this kid with you.’”
“These kids.”
“These kids,” he amends. He rests a hand on my stomach, and I lace my fingers with his. “Groveling was when I showed up to your studio.”
“Eh, you could’ve gotten down on your knees a little more,” I tease.
He twiddles with the ring on my left hand, and I guess he did get down on his knees. Then he leans down and blows a raspberry on my stomach. “It worked out,” he says.
“It did,” I smile. Then I add, “How long after that phone call do you think it took for Logan to tell Grace I was pregnant?”
Garrett laughs. “Oh, thirty seconds max. No way could he keep something like that from her.”
I start picturing literal golden retriever John Logan trying to keep a secret from his wife, and I absolutely lose it. I’m laughing so hard there are tears in my eyes.
“Meanwhile, Sabrina would have taken that secret to her grave,” Garrett says. “We could have 10 kids and she would gaslight Tucker until you gave her the okay.”
“Sabrina’s the MVP,” I agree. I’ve been so grateful for her help and advice this pregnancy. I honestly have no idea how she managed being pregnant on her own. She’s amazing.
“And I assume you gave Allie permission to tell Dean around the same time?” Garrett says.
I stop laughing.
“Noooooo…” I say slowly. “I, um, didn’t. Not, like, explicitly. Do you think Logan told him?”
Garrett’s face mirrors my horror, and it hits me.
Dean doesn’t know I’m pregnant.
Fuck.
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Garrett
Okay, so the list of people who absolutely have to be told, like, right now are:
- Hannah’s parents
- Dean
And, then, like, my coaches, my teammates, Hannah’s boss, Summer and Fitzy, Jeff Logan, the whole group chat of old Briar players, Coach Jensen, Hannah’s college friends, and…
Okay, maybe I’ll just make a social media post and let the Internet do its thing.
After we tell Hannah’s parents.
And Dean.
But, hey, at least the whole twins thing will be a surprise for everyone.
September
It’s almost a month before we can tell Dean, and every day that passes is excruciating. Hannah and I mutually agree that we’re shitty friends.
“Just have Allie tell him,” I say one night while we’re packing our bags for our weekend trip to New York.
“Absolutely not, Garrett. Would you want to find out that Allie was pregnant from me?”
“No,” I grumble.
“No, you’d want your best friend to tell you.”
“To be fair, Logan is my #1 best friend. And Allie is your #1 best friend. So if Allie was pregnant, I’d expect you to know before me, anyway, and if you let it slip to me, because I’m, you know, your fiancé, then I don’t think I could be that mad at Dean for not telling me himself.”
Hannah levels me an unamused look. “We’re heading up to New York tomorrow. We’ll tell Dean at dinner, and, to make it up to him, he and Allie get to be the first to know that it’s twins.”
“And Logan and Grace are still coming up Saturday, right?”
“Yep.” Hannah pops the ‘p.’ “And we’re all meeting up with Tucker and Sabrina and Jamie Saturday night. Did you pack the shirt for Jamie?”
I point at my weekender bag sitting next to the bedroom door. “Yep.” I mimic her exaggerated ‘p.’ “Everything’s there, babe. Don’t stress. It’s going to be a fun weekend.”
She sighs and puts down the T-shirt she had been folding, and I immediately register the mood shift.
“C’mere,” I murmur, pulling her first toward me and then into my lap as I sit us down on our bed. “Our friends are going to be so excited for us.” I kiss the top of her head. “And Allie is going to be fucking thrilled to not have to keep this from Dean any longer.”
Hannah drops her head to my shoulder and groans. “I know. I can’t believe we forgot to tell him.”
I chuckle. “I’ll take part of the blame this time, because you’ve been preoccupied growing two people in your uterus, but I still think it was more your responsibility, since you told Allie to begin with.”
“Don’t argue with the pregnant woman, babe. It’s your fault I’m pregnant to begin with.”
“Hey, wait, I—”
“Don’t. Garrett.”
“I’m just saying, if it was the night we think it was, you weren’t complaining about the orgasms you got out of it.”
“I had plenty of orgasms before you, Garrett Graham—on my own—and I can have plenty after you if you keep fighting me on this.”
I’ve probably pushed this issue far enough, so I bite my lip and shut up. Plus, thinking about that night is much more interesting.
I squeeze her hips and damn it if I don’t lick my lips. The pregnancy weight that Hannah’s put on so far has made her body that much softer and suppler under my touch, and I can’t wait to get my mouth on her. “I never want you to have any orgasms without me ever again.”
She meets my eyes with a look I’ve come to associate with getting very thoroughly laid.
Pregnancy hormones are actually pretty dope sometimes.
“Well, you better get to work then,” she smirks.
And that’s exactly what I do.
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Hannah
“TWINS?!?!?!?!”
Allie’s screech is far too loud for the ritzy steakhouse we’re eating at, and we definitely get a few looks from the waitstaff and other patrons.
I’m just grinning, and I know it must look a little manic. Garrett rests his hand on my knee under the table.
“Yeah. Twins.”
“HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL ME IT WAS TWINS????”
I swear her voice goes up an octave with every word.
“Allie, keep it down,” I hiss, but I’m laughing. My best friend is the most dramatic person I know, but I love her for it. I have to admit, she puts on a great show.
Garrett steps in. “In our defense, we didn’t know it was twins when Hannah told you.”
Dammit, Garrett. Dean, who had been staring blankly at me and Garrett, perks up.
“Wait, Allie knew you were pregnant?”
I can feel myself blushing. “Yeah, Dean, so, about that…”
“I kind of found out by accident!” Allie rushes to explain. “Hannah was puking at Tucker and Sabrina’s wedding, and she kind of suspected then, but Garrett didn’t even know yet, so I couldn’t tell you!”
Dean looks honestly and truly flabbergasted. “You knew…before Garrett knew?”
Garret tenses imperceptibly beside me. “A lot of people knew before me, dude.”
“Not a lot,” Allie rolls her eyes on my behalf. God, I love her. “Just the girls.”
“The…girls…” Dean says slowly.
“Me, Grace, and Sabrina,” Allie clarifies.
“So Tuck and Logan don’t know?” Dean asks, his shoulders loosening under the expensive tailoring of his Armani suit jacket.
“I kind of told Logan in a panic,” Garrett admits. “And Tucker found out before they moved up here.”
I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve seen Garrett Graham look embarrassed, let alone ashamed like he is. The day he came to my studio to ask me not to leave him comes to mind. But as he looks up and catches Dean’s distraught face, he looks like a little kid who’s been yelled at.
“So I’m literally the last fucking person to find out that my best fucking friend is having a fucking kid.” There’s an edge to Dean’s voice, and I can’t say I blame him. We fucked up.
“Dean,” Allie chastises.
“Two kids,” Garrett says at the same time.
That almost works. I see the corner of Dean’s mouth twitch like he wants to smile but he’s too committed to being angry. Garrett runs a hand through his hair and gives Dean his “aw shucks” grin.
“C’mon, man. We didn’t mean to keep it from you. It’s not like we planned this, so it was a shock for all of us. And then to find out we’re having twins. Trust me, that’s a mindfuck. But we’re telling you now.”
I see Dean soften the tiniest bit.
“And you’re the second people to know it’s twins,” I say gently. “The only other people who know are my parents.”
Dean sounds like a disgruntled toddler when he says, “Logan and Tucker don’t know?”
“Logan and Tucker and Grace and Sabrina will all find out when we see them tomorrow,” I confirm. I feel like I’m talking to a child, and, honestly, it’s probably good practice since, you know, I’m 5 months pregnant.
Dean’s quiet, his gaze fixed on his plate and his half-eaten ribeye. And, I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of nervous. Dean is one of Garrett’s best friends; he’s Allie’s fiancé, so he’s basically my brother. And he loves us all so much; I know that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for Allie or me or the guys, even Sabrina now. But he’s also got a history of throwing a fit before dealing with any kind of big, disappointing feeling.
But he surprises me. After about 20 seconds, he looks up from his plate, an absolutely shit-eating grin on his face.
“Holy shit, man,” he says, eyes locked on Garrett. “You just couldn’t wait 10 extra seconds to tap that, huh?”
“DEAN!”
Allie’s aghast, but I’m just relieved. If Dean’s teasing Garrett, then things are all right in the world.
Garrett, however, isn’t quite as understanding as Dean keeps going.
“Listen, I get it. Sometimes you have adult urges that need taken care of, but there are these things called condoms that you can put on your special man parts so that—”
“Dude, really? I tell you I’m having two kids, and you’re hung up on my condom game?”
“I just thought you’d be more careful, bro. I mean, I’m glad it’s Wellsy, because she’s fucking awesome. But think about all the chicks you slept with in school. What if you’d knocked one of them up? Oh shit, you don’t think there are some little Garretts running around out there, do you?”
“Dean, I am seriously regretting agreeing to marry you right now,” Allie hisses.
“Let them go,” I sigh. Neither Garrett nor Dean has looked our way since this back and forth started. “He needs to get it out of his system.”
“Men,” Allie scoffs. “They’re fascinating creatures.”
“Our men, especially,” I amend.
“Hey, do you think the Bruins busted in Round 1 this year because you broke the team’s no-sex pact? Because if I’m doing the math right, you and Wellsy were getting freaky before the season was over.”
“Dean, there is no ‘no-sex pact,’” Garrett says halfheartedly.
“And I know you’re jealous of Logan and Grace and Tuck and Sabrina getting married and then me and Allie getting engaged, but did you really think that proposing would keep you from being a dirty sinner? I mean, you and Wellsy have been together the longest, but to be the last to get engaged? Yikes.”
“Are you done now?” Garrett asks flatly.
“Almost,” Dean grins. "I hope you get a dad bod."
Garrett sighs, and I almost laugh. Allie catches me snickering and shoots me a look that tells me if I laugh, she will, too.
“Okay, now I’m done,” Dean says, primly folding his hands in his lap.
“We really are sorry you weren’t told sooner,” Garrett says, and I nod in agreement. “You’re one of my best friends, and I—” he looks at me “—we want you to be part of the twins’ lives. We love you, man, and we want our kids to know you and love you, too…Uncle Dean.”
That gets him. Dean's entire mood shifts. Gone is the snark and humor from a few moments ago. This time when he smiles, it’s genuine.
“I know,” he says. “And I’m not mad. I’m really fucking happy for you guys. Shit, G, you’re having a baby—two babies. You’re gonna’ be a dad. Wellsy, you’re gonna’ be a mom. And, oh shit, do we have to stop calling you ‘Wellsy’ since you’re getting married?”
“Absolutely not,” I smile. “I don’t know what I’d do if you started calling me, like, ‘Grahamsy’ or something.”
Garrett and Dean wrinkle their noses in disgust.
“That’s an awful nickname!” Dean says.
“Don’t try to come up with hockey nicknames, baby,” Garrett advises. “It’s an art that requires practice.”
“You don’t like Grahamsy?” I tease. “How about Grahamer?”
“Or Geezy!” Allie offers.
“Hanogram,” I say, a smile threatening to break my face in half. The boys look truly horrified.
“Hansy!” Allie says. “Can you imagine the other team’s coach being like, ‘I want you to get Hansy!’? Oh my God, I’m going to cry!”
Allie and I are near tears from laughing; meanwhile Garrett and Dean just share a look.
“Thanks for telling me, G,” I hear while Allie and I go back and forth with progressively worse potential nicknames. “You’re gonna’ be a great Dad. These kids are fucking lucky.”
Garrett gives my knee a squeeze. “Thanks, man.”
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@garrettonthegraham44: New additions to the roster! The Grahams are hiring TWO new coaches in January, and I’m told they’re very vocal and don’t believe in sleep.
@garrettonthegraham44: @hjwellsmusic is still the head coach of my life, though 😘
@hjwellsmusic: @garrettonthegraham44 damn straight!
@hjwellsmusic: @garrettonthegraham44 love you so much, G ❤️🩷🩵
@nhlbruins: We are so ready for the #MiniGrahams content! Congrats, @garrettonthegraham44 & @hjwellsmusic!
@grittynhl: @nhlbruins check your mail this week. gonna' send the #MiniGrahams some @philadelphisflyers gear to start them off right in life!
@nhlbruins: Politely, we will feed those jerseys to Blades.
@nhl: Marking our calendars for the 2042 Draft! #MiniGrahams
@hunteronthehunt: so cool, dude! congrats!
@jeffloganauto: Congrats, @garrettonthegraham44! Can’t believe the dumb kid who used to hang out with my brother on summer breaks is having kids of his own now. Makes me feel old!
@jlogs22: @jeffloganauto u ARE old!
@connelly_jake_skates: congrats, man! (not going to go easy on you next time we play, though)
@garrettonthegraham44: @connelly_jake_skates 😂 wouldn’t expect you, too, bro
@definitelyjennabrensen: @connelly_jake_skates Be nice! Congratulations, @garrettonthegraham44!
@definitelyjennabrensen: @briaruhockey new grandbabies loading!
@garrettonthegraham44: @definitelyjennabrensen @briaruhockey future Frozen Four champs!
@connelly_jake_skates” *cough* for Harvard *cough*
@garrettonthegraham44: @connelly_jake_skates over my dead body
@lullmark: I see playdates in our futures @garrettonthegraham44 @hjwellsmusic
@garrettonthegraham44: @lullmark for sure! Looking forward to it!
@jlogs22: UNCLE LOGAN IS READY!!! 😎 😎 😎
@tuckfromtx: Welcome to the Dad Club, G.
@garrettonthegraham: @tuckfromtx Thanks, man. Good thing I’ve been studying you for the last 3 years
@sjamestucker17: @garrettonthegraham44 He’s a good one for sure ❤️ So excited for you and @hjwellsmusic! Let us know if you need anything!
@thealliejhayes: Been waiting to spoil Han-Han’s kids since freshman year! Love ALL 4 of you so much!! @garrettonthegraham44 @hjwellsmusic #MiniGrahams
@hjwellsmusic: love you, too, Allie! The twins are the luckiest babies in the world to have you as an auntie!
@thealliejhayes: 🥹
@bmarch63: gonna be superstars just like their dad!
@luckylukov: @garrettonthegraham dude that’s awesome!
@jswaymen1: welcome to the fam, #MiniGrahams!!! Uncle J is ready for ya!
@mikeyhollz: I smell champions! Or maybe that’s just all the dirty diapers in your future @garrettonthegraham44 😂
@bigdilaurentis: So happy for you, brother @garrettonthegraham44—and only a little bitter that I was the literal last person to find out Wellsy was pregnant.
@garrettonthegraham44: @bigdilaurentis that’s not true! A lot of people are just now finding out!
@bigdilaurentis: THEY ARE NOT YOUR BROTHERS, G!!
@hjwellsmusic: We’re really, really sorry @bigdilaurentis! I grossly underestimated @thealliejhayes ability to keep a secret from you
@thealliejhayes: @hjwellsmusic @bigdilaurentis @garrettonthegraham44 I CAN KEEP A SECRET!
@gracieeivers: @hjwellsmusic she did better than @jlogs22! He told me as soon as he got off the phone with Garrett 😂 😂. Good thing I already knew!
@jlogs22: @gracieeivers EXCUSE ME 4 wanting 2 tell my WIFE tht our bsfs were pregnant!
@garrettonthegraham44: @gracieeivers in his defense I did kind of spring it on him
@gracieeivers: @garrettonthegraham44 Don’t defend him. It was pretty adorable.
@jackhughes: congrats, man!!
@hotlikesummerhd: Auntie Summer and Uncle @fitzygames are so excited to meet you!
@bigdilaurentis: yo @hotlikesummerhd I think primary aunt and uncle-ing duties go to me, @alliejhayes, @jlogs22, @gracieeivers, @tuckfromtx, & @sjamestucker17
@sjamestucker17: Legally speaking, @bigdilaurentis is right. We have dibs on the babies.
@hotlikesummerhd: Shut up, Dicky. The #MiniGrahams can have as many aunts and uncles as they want.
@fitzygames: @bigdilaurentis you know she won’t let up on this
@bigdilaurentis: @fitzygames unfortunately I do know this
@hotlikesummerhd: @bigdilaurentis @fitzygames there’s nothing to “let up” on! Garrett and Hannah are family!! Hence, these babies are family!!! Hence, Auntie Summer and Uncle Fitz!!!!
@sjamestucker17: @bigdilaurentis @fitzygames She’s right about that.
@dylanlarkin71: Congrats, man. Exciting!
@gracieeivers: So so so so so so happy for you @garrettonthegraham and @hjwellsmusic! You’ll be wonderful parents!
@sjamestucker17: If anyone is up for the challenges of parenthood, it’s you two! The twins are so lucky to have you as parents!
@hjwellsmusic: awwwwww. S! You’re making me cry! Love you!
@garrettonthegraham44: She is literally crying right now, @sjamestucker17. But thank you. That means a lot coming from the best mom we know.
@sjamestucker17: @hjwellsmusic @garrettonthegraham44 those hormones are a bitch, huh? 😂 Love you all, too!
@hjwellsmusic: [letter board that reads “2 “s’more” Grahams coming in January!” beside a box of graham crackers, chocolate bars, a bag of marshmallows, and a sonogram photo]
Yes, we did 2 different photos because @garrettonthegraham44 and I couldn’t agree on a theme. #hockeyorchocolate #theperpetualdebate #grahamtwinscomingsoon
@garrettonthegraham44: But babe. My BRAND.
@hjwellsmusic: I love chocolate more than I love your brand right now. 🍫
@thealliejhayes: Auntie Allie could not love these babies S’MORE!!! Can’t wait to hold them and squeeze their little cheeks and read them stories and buy them more toys than they need and take them to the park and wear matching outfits with them!!!
@hjwellsmusic: @bigdilaurentis give this girl a baby before she kidnaps mine 😅
@thealliejhayes: @hjwellsmusic @bigdilaurentis knows babies aren’t on the docket until AT LEAST 2025. It’s career ➡️wedding ➡️ career ➡️ babies
@bigdilaurentis: @hjwellsmusic @thealliejhayes in that order. no exceptions, I’m told
@bigdilaurentis: @hjwellsmusic i can convince her
@thealliejhayes: @bigdilaurentis no uterus no opinion!!
@hjwellsmusic: @bigdilaurentis 😂 😂 😂
@singwithdexter: HANNAH!!! TWINS????? Phew, these babies are gonna have talent out the wazoo! So happy for you, babes!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
@sjamestucker17: Chocolate > hockey every time. Sorry @garrettonthegraham44 @jlogs22 @nhlbruins 😂 😂 😂
@nhlbruins: @sjamestucker17 We’re not saying you’re right EVERY time…but you’re also not wrong. 🍫 🤤
@sjamestucker17: Congratulations @hjwellsmusic and @garrettonthegraham44! You’re going to be amazing parents!! Can’t wait to meet these kiddos!
@stellawithstarpower: I still remember you mentioning @garrettonthegraham44 for the first time back in college, & I never would have thought then that he’d be your fiancé & that you guys would be having KIDS! Time is wild, but I’m so happy for you, Han!!
@hjwellsmusic: OMG @stellawithstarpower 😂 He definitely wheedled his way into my heart. Can’t say I’m mad about it. (Don’t tell Past Hannah.)
@garrettonthegraham44: @stellawithstarpower @hjwellsmusic What can I say? I knew she’d come around eventually.
@a_demi_goddess: @hjwellsmusic THIS IS THE BEST NEWS! So happy for you!!!
@noturavgmaryjane: Congratulations, Hannah!
@tatemcrae: Awesome news, @hjwellsmusic! Congratulations to you and @garrettonthegraham44!
@gracieeivers: @hjwellsmusic @garrettonthegraham44 I can’t wait to meet these little marshmallows! Auntie Grace & Uncle Logan are ready to babysit whenever you need us! #MiniGrahams
@hjwellsmusic: @gracieeivers @jlogs22 We will DEFINITELY be taking you up on that. (Sorry you got volun-told, Logan.)
@jlogs22: @hjwellsmusic don’t b. im gunna b at ur house so much ull b sick of me.
@garrettonthegraham44: @jlogs22 Already am, dude. No need to sleep on my couch and eat my food, too.
@jlogs22: 1) 🖕🏻 @garrettonthegraham44 & 2) uve got rm in tht house 2 giv me a bedrm
@hotlikesummerhd: Oh Hannah! I am SO EXCITED for you! You’re going to be the BEST mom!
@hotlikesummerhd: @fitzygames This could be us but you won’t put a ring on it 💍
@bigdilaurentis: @fitzygames oh shit! called out, man!
@jlogs22: @fitzygames im no proposal expert but i think tht wuz a hint. might wanna paroi asap
@fitzygames: @jlogs22 paroi?
@bigdilaurentis: @fitzygames put a ring on it
@bigdilaurentis: @jlogs22 acronyms are an art
@fitzygames: @bigdilaurentis @jlogs22 they require a fucking cipher
@fitzygames: @hotlikesummerhd to be fair, G *just* put a ring on it
@hotlikesummerhd: paroi, @fitzygames! PAROI!!! 💍 💍 💍
@carrieunderwood: This is so exciting! Congrats!
@lindseylukov: Can’t wait to see the #MiniGrahams at @nhlbruins games! You’ve got this, mama!
@berdgirlnat: @birdieberderon looks like we need to make a trip back to the East Coast! Congrats @garrettonthegraham44 and @hjwellsmusic!! Can’t wait to see you two as parents!
@hjwellsmusic: We’d love to see you and Birdie, Natalie! Come out any time!
@definitelyjennabrensen: Congrats, @hjwellsmusic! Do you think the twins will be born with hockey skates on?
@hjwellsmusic: 😂 if they’re not, @garrettonthegraham44 will have backup pairs of newborn skates at the hospital just in case!
@garrettonthegraham44: @definitelyjennabrensen @hjwellsmusic Gotta get them ready for @briaruhockey
@briaruhockey: @garrettonthegraham44 We don’t have much use for them until they can hold their heads up by themselves, son.
@jlogs22: COACH! 😂 😂 😂 fkin savage, @briaruhockey
@hjwellsmusic: @briaruhockey’s got you there, babe 😂 @garrettonthegraham44
@cassidydonovanofficial: good for you hannah hope you’re happy
@singwithdexter: @stellawithstarpower does this seem a little passive aggressive???
@stellawithstarpower: @singwithdexter I think so. Not even a ☺️
@singwithdexter: yeah same. Fuck you @cassidydonovanofficial
@jlogs22: 🍿 👀 🍿 👀 🍿 👀
@taylorlikeswiftmarshlikeswamp: This makes me so happy! Congrats, you two!!
@kenzylarkin_: Congratulations! You’ll be great parents! What lucky babies!
@thenicerapper: I remember Garrett crashing our studio time trying to “win you back” 😂 The fool didn’t know that you weren’t leaving him! But twins?!?!?! Hannah, that’s wild! Gonna get both of them custom #NiceCrew onesies!
@garrettonthegraham: @thenicerapper C’mon, man! Don’t go embarrassing me like that 😂 It was a weird week.
@thenicerapper: @garrettonthegraham44 Nah man. You deserve it.
@hjwellsmusic: @garrettonthegraham44 He’s right. You deserve it a little bit. 😂
@delilahsparks: Congrats, Hannah!