Tonight was the night that you would be seeing your boyfriend, Tuukka Rask, play against your favorite team. As a child you grew up in San Jose, California so your favorite hockey team had always been the San Jose Sharks. When you turned 18 you flew out to Boston Massachusetts to visit family and look for colleges. It was at a Starbucks that you had met Tuukka. After that encounter you decided to stay in Boston, and eventually that decision lead to you dating Tuukka.
You anxiously sat on the edge of your seat. For the past week you had been having a mental battle with yourself on if you should care more about the Bruins winning or the Sharks. You compromised by rooting for the Bruins while wearing your Sharks, Tyler Kennedy, jersey. You watched Tuukka skate onto the ice in his goal tending gear. The crowd chanted for him while you felt your chest swell. The whole game you watched him make save after save. Eventually the Bruins won the game 3-0. Tuukka had shut out every shot the Sharks had taken at him. The crowds cheered and chanted while you smiled.
You text Tuukka to meet you out back and you headed out to wait for him. Within minutes you saw him walking out of the back of TD Garden with his bag in hand. You came running up to him and jumped into his arms. He pun you around once before setting you on your feat. “
They better start calling you The Great Wall of Boston!” You joked before he kissed you.
“So you liked the game, babe?”
You nodded and smiled, “I loved it!”
Tuukka looked down at your jersey and frowned, “Uh… Are you sure you liked it? You seem to not be wearing a jersey supporting me…”
You looked down to where he was looking and laughed, “Of course I support you, silly. I just wore this to pay my respects to my 2nd favorite player.”
Tuukka did not seem relieved. He, in fact, looked more mad than before. He looked up from your jersey to your face, “Take it off, (Y/N).”
You scoffed, “Are you kidding me, Tuukka?”
He crossed his arms while still giving you an extremely angry expression. “Just take the fucking jersey off. You don’t get to call yourself my girlfriend and walk around like you aren’t mine.”
You looked around at the other people and players leaving. You whispered so they couldn’t hear you, “Tuuk… I’m not wearing a shirt underneath.”
He shook his head and backed up. “That should be my jersey. You know what? Why don’t you go ask Kennedy for a ride.”
He clicked his door opener and threw his bag in the back. You stood looking stunned as he walked around his truck. Quickly, before he got in you walked after him.
“Tuukka Rask. I love you more than anyone in this world. I like Tyler Kennedy because he is my dad’s favorite player. I didn’t know you would get angry over the jersey.” You paused and slipped it over your head. “Take it. You matter more to me than a jersey.”
Tuukka’s eyes widened, “(Y/N), get in the car. You can’t just get naked out here!”
You looked at him confused. He opened the door and instructed you to get in. He climbed in after you and shut the door. Secretly, he hoped nobody noticed.
You looked at him once the door closed, “You told me to…”
Tuukka ran a hand through his shower dampened hair and kissed you. “I want to see you in my jersey.”
You pulled away and looked at him. “I’m sorry, babe. I promise I will.”
He kissed you a little harder then paused, “You’re still mine?” He asked.
You nodded, “Forever and always.”
You saw Tuukka smirk, “When we get home… I think I need some proof.”
You laughed, “Sounds like a plan.”
-Ashley
