NHL Imagines

Johnny Gaudreau (Calgary Flames)

Johnny's POV

I opened the front door and kicked my shoes off, dropping my coat and keys on the front table. I slid my travel bag off of my shoulder. 

"(Y/N)!" I called to my girlfriend. 

"Here," a weak voice called from the couch.

I furrowed my brows and walked towards the couch, leaning over the back of it to find her curled up and holding her stomach.

"Aw, baby," I cooed, brushing her hair out of her face "do you need some medicine?"

She nodded. I turned to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water before heading back to the living room. I knelt down in front of her and handed her the pills. She grabbed the glass from my hands and did the best she could to not spill water on herself or the couch as she took them. 

I took the glass back and set it on the table. "Is there anything I can do?"

She started shaking her head, but stopped. "Could you lay with me?"

I smiled and nodded, helping her move so I could lay behind her. I placed one hand on her stomach and rubbed small circles, feeling her relax instantly.

"You good now?" I asked quietly.

"Yes," she sighed "thank you, Johnny,"

"No problem, babe," I chuckled, running my hand through her hair.

"This is kind of really inconvenient for the both of us, but I'm really hungry," she mutters, making me snort.

Trying my best not to move her, I reached an arm over her and picked up my phone from the table. I dialed in the number to the local Chinese restaurant and ordered our favorites.

"It's amazing that you still remember some of these things," she laughs, sitting up slowly.

"Hey, why are you getting up?" 

"I have to pee. Would you like to walk me to the bathroom and aid me so I don't hunch over and die?" she teased.

"Alright, smart one," I rolled my eyes.

She laughed again and walked down the hallway. A couple of minutes passed before she came back. Her hair was now tied back and she was changed into a different pair of sweatpants. I frowned, but carried on looking through my phone.

After about twenty minutes, our food finally arrived. We set ourselves up on the couch with blankets and a horror movie on the TV. 

"You know what I don't get?" she said, stabbing her chopsticks into her food.

"What don't you get?" I turned to her.

"Why didn't she just fricking run to the camping ground where there were tons of people? Instead of doing that, she stopped when she saw them. Who stops running when they're getting chased by a psychopath?" 

"I don't know," I shook my head, grinning.

Near the end of the movie, my phone vibrated. I picked it up and saw that (Y/N) had tagged me in a picture. I narrowed my eyes at her, slowly unlocking my phone. Once the picture loaded, a smile formed on my face.

'Lazy day with my prince charming❤❤❤'

"That's cute,"

"I know you are. That's why I took a picture of you," she joked, setting her now empty container on the table.

"Aren't you a smooth talker? You're making me blush," 

She rolled her eyes and shoved me lightly. "Okay, okay, look who's getting smart now,"

Another movie started soon after and we were both getting tired.

"I don't know about you, but," she was cut off by a yawn "I'm ready to head to bed,"

"Definitely," I agreed, turning the TV off. 

I got up and took a couple steps away from the couch before I heard her whine childishly. I stopped and turned around, seeing her sitting there with a pout on her face.

"What?" 

"I don't want to get up," she held her arms out to me.

I chuckled and walked back to her, turning around and bending down slightly. She climbed onto my back, wrapping her arms loosely around my neck and tightening her legs around my waist.

"Love you, prince charming,"

"Love you, too, princess,"

Requested by habsflames04 :)

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