Being professional athlete's fiancée, you were used to moving around a lot and all the other things, related to that, including all the troubles and gossips. You were used to packing your stuff all the time, following your groom-to-be to nearly every away game, supporting him as much as you could. You two had known each other since the early age and he had even been your prom date. Back then you had not been considered as a couple, but as the time flew by everything changed.
Everything happened when he had been playing for his university and you had been hurt by an escaped puck. You remembered how he had dropped his stick and jumped over the boards just to check on you. That was the exact moment you had fallen for him. Not just because his appearance, but because of his personality as well.
And ever since then you had believed into true love, so moving around with him was not such a big problem.
Before you moved to San Jose, you had lived in Wisconsin and moving to California was a big adventure for both of you. It was the first time moving in together somewhere you had no relatives near and it felt weird. You knew your relationship would be based on trust, but as the time passed, Adam seemed to be getting distant. Every time, after his practice, he nearly ignored you, he was so busy with his phone. You had a really bad feeling about it, but you didn't know how to start that conversation. But one day you had enough, so you waited for him to get back home.
"We need to talk, Adam."
"Can we do it tomorrow? I am exhausted."
"No, Adam, I want answers and I want them now."
He sighed, but sat down on a couch anyway: "So, what's your problem?"
Tone in his voice hurt you and you answered in a cracked voice: "You, Adam. Your behavior. You are always on your phone, you barely talk to me. What did I do wrong?"
He looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot and his face drained: "Nothing. Actually, I am really exhausted and I'd be glad if we could do this tomorrow. Please?"
"Adam, I barely recognize you. What happened?" you whispered, tears starting to tickle you in corners of your eyes. He kept his eyes fixed on yours and it looked like he was going to tell you, but then he shook his head.
"Nothing. I'm going to bed."
He stood up and walked...not walked, dragged his entire body weight, upstairs and left you with your own thought. You had known him for long enough to know he needed to be alone. But it bothered you. He had never behaved like that.
You quietly followed him and found him sitting on your bed, his hands cupping his face.
"Adam, you are scaring me. What's wrong? Please, tell me."
He shook his head, which was still buried in his palms and you lightly put your hand on his shoulder. As soon as he felt coldness of an engagement ring, he lifted his head only for few centimeters.
"They want to trade me."
"I will go wherever you go and you know it."
"You don't understand! They don't want me in the NHL anymore. They said they want to give more opportunities to younger players."
"They can't do that. They need more experienced players!"
"They can. They can do anything."
"But, how do you know..."
"I've overheard a part of coach's conversation with our general manager."
"Did they mention anyone else?"
"No. No one else. Y/N, am I a bad player?"
"No, you're not. And I don't talk only about your game. You are in my opinion the most supportive player in a team."
"Thank you, darling."
He sounded a bit better, but you heard it in his voice he was still bothering about his future.
You put your arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer to you. He rested his head on your shoulder and you felt him calming down somehow.
"Come on, let's get you to bed. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"
"Thank you, Y/N. I wouldn't make it without you."
"Don't worry, darling, you would. Now sleep over it and we'll talk through tomorrow, okay?"
You saw he was already drifting away, but somehow he still managed to mumble: "Okay."
Even in his sleep, he couldn't forget about his future. He was nervously turning around, mumbling in his sleep, you even heard him whine quietly once or twice. It affected him more than he was willing to show to anyone and you realized how much playing for San Jose meant to him.
The next morning, he stumbled down the stairs and into a kitchen, where you were already waiting for him with a cup of coffee. You had spent the whole night thinking how you could help him and you looked like a zombie. Bloodshot eyes and tangled hair, still in your clothes from the day before.
"Baby, are you alright?" he asked as soon as he saw you.
"Huh? Yeah, I am."
"You look terrible. Please don't tell me you were up all night."
You nodded, too exhausted to even answer.
"Y/N..." he sighed and hugged you from behind. He rested his chin on top of your head before he continued: "NHL is not worth staying up all night, thinking what could help me."
"But I wanted to. I wanted to think of a plan."
"I know. You always think of others before of yourself. That's one things of many I love about you."
"I just want to see you happy. Isn't playing in NHL every boy's dream and life time goal?"
"It is. But there also more important things and seeing you rested and healthy is worth more than my career."
His words made you realize how much he adored you. You knew he was being honest, even though that could hurt his career.
"Don't be ridiculous. We both know how much NHL means to you. And I will do what it takes to talk some sense into those..."
Seeing you pissed off made him laugh. Chuckling at first, but his chuckle evolved into loud laughing, while tears were streaming down his cheeks.
"Y/N Y/L/N, I must be the happiest man alive to have such a wonderful woman by my side. So, what were you planning to do? Waltz into their offices and talk some sense in them?"
"Actually, yes. But I want you to stay home," you said and got up, your legs a bit weak.
"Wait, where are you going?"
"Let me think... take a shower, get dressed... to sum up, make myself look decent and then I'll go to your general manager's office. I will stay there until he promises me he won't trade you."
And with those words, you went upstairs. Soon after you were ready and determined to help your fiancé. Even thought he tried to stop you, you did not give in, promising him everything would be all right.
Few hours later you nearly ran in your house, huge smile playing on your lips. As soon as Adam heard door open, he came to you.
"What happened? Y/N, tell me, please."
"Let's just say, better for you to show up on a practice tomorrow."
"You are joking!"
"Nope, I am serious."
When he smiled you saw how much playing in NHL really meant to him. Two small tears shone in corners of his eyes.
"You are the best fiancée anyone could ever wish for. But how did you do it?"
"Well...I just mentioned what a great hockey player you are and how rookies could learn something from more experienced players. And of course I mentioned few other clubs that offered you to play for them, but you rejected. You know, ordinary stuff."
"And they listened to you? They don't even listen to their own players..."
"You just need to let them know they can't sleep on you. That's why you have me."
You hugged him and mumbled in his chest: "No one threatens my fiancé. No one."
"With a girlfriend like you by my side, no one will dare ever again. Just, don't kill anyone. I don't want to see you behind bars."
"Even if I do, I will do it without a trace," you chuckled. He laughed and lifted your head to kiss you.
Your threat was taken seriously and only a day later, general managers apologized to Adam and promised him to reconsider their decisions.
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