NHL Imagines

Tom Wilson (WC)

  It was a warm morning in Washington, especially warm when my boyfriend, Tom's arms were wrapped around me. The sun illuminated his face ever so slightly, and he looked more handsome then I ever could've thought. Today was the day we were flying back home to Toronto to visit Tom's parents. Our flight leaves at 2pm, and it was only 9am. 

   "Thomas, wake up sweet pea." I spoke, ever so softly, just loud enough for Tom to hear. He stirred a little bit and moved his arm to flip me over on top of him. His chin was scruffy and his hair was messy. He looked like a god tangled up in those white sheets. I felt like we were in some perfume commercial as my hair was still wavy from the night before and the sheets encased us like mummies in a tomb. 

  "Goodmorning, beautiful." Tom said with his deep morning voice, running his fingers through my hair careful not not to pull it. He smiled ever so slightly and flipped us over again so he was on top of me. He pulled the bed sheet over us both and giggled.

   "You're so silly, Wilson." I laughed and thought about how much I loved this man. I never wanted to let him go. 

   Suddenly, the alarm went off on my phone, signalling that it was 9:30 and we needed to get up in order to be at the airport in time. I pushed Tom off me and hopped out of bed.

   "I'm getting a shower first. You make breakfast and then you can shower." He called me demanding at times, but hey, a girl typically takes longer in the shower. More things need to be done.

   "Alright, see you soon shortstuff." Tom yelled from the kitchen.

   I hopped in the shower and did my thing. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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   After I got out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed, I walked downstairs where the smell of pancakes filled me. On the table was pancakes, blueberries, strawberries and orange slices. Coffee was poured for 2 and silverware was out.

   "Aw, Tom this looks so lovely." I spoke as I sat down and pilled some pancakes and fruit on to my plate. 

   "Only the best for my girl." He winked. 

   We sat and ate breakfast, checked our flight status, and maybe threw a few blueberries, but yanno, that's typical 21 year olds. Right?

   Tom went to shower, so I cleaned up and washed dishes. By now it was 10:30, so I went up stairs to do my hair and makeup for the day. I just twisted my hair and put on a little eyeliner and mascara, nothing too fancy. It was a flight, not a fancy date.

   Tom hopped out of the shower and came into the bedroom in just a towel, and lets just say that I could climb him like a tree. He looked so hot in just that towel with his hair all wet and messy, but I reminded myself; you have a lot to do and Tom is not one of those things. 

   The next time I checked the clock it was 11:52. 8 minutes until we leave for the airport. I was running around like a mad man, making sure we had everything, and that everything was turned off or unplugged. 

   "Y/N, chill. We aren't going to burn this place down while we're gone. You know why? There's not going to be anyone in here." He smirked. He was right, I don't know why I panic so much, but I guess its better safe than sorry. 

   We drove to the airport, went through security and boarded the plane and now, I was flying back to good ol' TO.