NHL Imagines

Surprises |Auston Matthews|

---------This is a second part to the Auston Matthews imagine called "Hurtful" that benhrdy asked for. I honestly forgot about this imagine but here is the second part... finally. ---------

You were wandering around downtown Toronto, bundled in a large coat and leafs beanie. It had been given to you by Auston and was one of the only pieces of him you kept in your life; besides the little boy still growing in your constantly stretching stomach. He was your best kept secret. 

After the massive blowout fight that resulted in your breakup, you waited a couple weeks before daring to get the rest of your clothes. You had set it up in advance so that you wouldn't run into Auston. Seeing him would've hurt too much, especially knowing you were pregnant. The day you went to the apartment, it was like your belly had popped. You had a noticeable bump on your stomach and a feeling of guilt washed over you. Guilt about not telling Auston in the first place, guilt at storming out when you were angry, but most of all, guilt over knowingly hiding a pregnancy for selfish reasons. 

You couldn't be bothered to hide your small bump when you went back into the building. It didn't seem too noticeable and even if it was, Auston wasn't going to be home. Walking into the building was felt familiar, yet your heart broke a little bit more. The friendly old doorman had greeted you so kindly, a small look of surprise on his face when you walked in. With a small smile, you walked past him quickly. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him glance down to your stomach and his eyes widened. Your feet had moved quicker and didn't stop until you were safely in the elevator with the doors shut. 

As you entered the apartment, you had noticed the changes immediately. Picture frames were missing from the wall, the small glass creatures that once sat on the coffee table were replaced with empty beer bottles. The further into the apartment you went, the worse off it looked. The kitchen was a mess, dishes placed haphazardly on the counter and the garbage can overflowing. You had felt the sudden urge to clean the entire place and decided to go ahead and do it. 

It hadn't taken long to conquer the kitchen and living room and they were pristine by the time you were done. The office door was shut and you left it alone, not wanting to invade Auston's space. That was the only room in the apartment you had generally stayed away from and there had been no point heading in there now that the relationship was over. When you headed into the bedroom, it took every ounce of strength you had to keep from breaking into tears. Your side of the room was exactly how you had left it, even the clothes you had abandoned in a hurry to leave. Auston's side, however, was completely different to how it had been before. 

The picture frame that had sat on his nightstand when you left was shattered, the pieces of glass sitting on the top of the garbage can. The frame had held a picture of you and Auston a couple months into your relationship, at one of the best Leafs games you had ever been to. You could remember the game so vividly, and the picture was taken while you were congratulating Auston, proudly sporting your Matthews jersey. Hoping to take that picture with you, you had searched the room up and down with no idea of where Auston could've put it. 

When you had looked at the time, you realized Auston would be done practice soon so you abandoned the search for the picture and began stuffing your things into the bags you had left behind. It had been fairly easy to clear out your closet, leaving the racks bare and the drawers empty.

 There were a couple minutes to spare so you did your best to clean up the bedroom, removing the broken glass and making the bed. In the middle of fixing the duvet, you had had a flashback to the first time you and Auston had slept in that room together. The room was still littered with boxes but you were both done packing for the day. You went to adjust the duvet on the bed that you had just made when Auston crept up behind you and tackled you onto it. In a fit of laughter, you and Auston had play fought before he let you win and pin him to the bed. You both knew that if he really wanted to, Auston could have flipped you in the blink of an eye; but he would have never. He had loved the look of pride and accomplishment on your face.