The horn blows, signaling the end of the third period and a successful game for the Red Wings. You already know Dylan is going to be ecstatic, considering two of the five goals were his and this win gave them a good chance at a Stanley Cup spot. Dylan's smile as he makes his way off the ice is contagious and a smile grows on your face at the sight of your boyfriend.
Down by the change rooms, the families are lively as they wait. The chatter echoes throughout the hall and you stop by some of the wives to join in. Catching on quickly, you throw in some ideas for the upcoming team (and family) bonding event that the Kronwall's had offered to host. Everyone was torn between a dinner or a movie party. Your vote was for the movies, hoping to have a comfy get together where everyone could relax and pig out on junk food. As you and the other WAGS threw in pros and cons for both options, the dressing room doors opened and some of the boys began to pile out.
Unsurprisingly, Dylan was one of the first out, a huge smile still covering his face. His eyes immediately caught yours from down the hall, which made your heart flutter. It had been over three years since you started dating and you still felt butterflies when you looked in his eyes. In what felt like a second, Dylan was standing directly in front of you, the musky smell of his cologne invading your nose.
"Are you ready to go?" He asked, exhaustion clear in his voice.
"Yeah, let's go. It's gonna take a while to get back to your place with all the post-game traffic and then I'm still gonna have to make the trek to mine afterward," you began to complain, "It takes forever to get from your place to mine. I should've just packed clothes to wear for that lunch tomorrow so I could crash at yours instead. It would've made life so much easier."
From the look on Dylan's face, you could tell an idea had popped into his head. "Staying at my place would make things so much easier?"
His question seemed a little off because you had just said those exact words to him but you decided to answer him anyway. "Yeah, it definitely would."
"Here's an idea for you. Instead of going back and forth between your apartment and my apartment, why don't you move in with me and we can live together in our apartment?"
Your eyes widened at his suggestion, a smile growing on his face when he saw your happy expression.
"You want us to move in together?" You asked to confirm what you thought you heard.
"We've been together for over three years (Y/N). I love you like crazy and I want nothing more than to live with you and be able to wake up to you every morning, come home to your beautiful self and know that I have someone amazing waiting at home for me."
"I'd love to move in with you, Dyl."
He beamed at you, pulling you to his chest tightly and lifting your body off the ground to spin you. As he set you down, he placed a gentle kiss on your lips and forehead. "Let's go home then."
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NHL Imagines
أدب الهواةJust a little book of imagines I've written from ideas that I've had. Feel free to comment any requests or send them to me privately if you'd like.
