NHL Imagines

Brandon Saad

A/N
Y/D/N means your dad's name.
Y/M/N means your mom's name.

You watched your boyfriend, Brandon, driving with one hand while you held his other. He was really nervous. Once the two of you made the move from Chicago back to your hometown of Columbus, Ohio, you decided it was time for him to meet your parents. 

Brandon squeezed your hand a few times. "Brandon, calm down. It will be okay." You really weren't sure if it would be okay, though. Your parents weren't very fond of hockey players, especially your father. But you decided not to tell Brandon.

"I'm nervous. What if they don't like me? What if I'm not good enough for you?" He questioned, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Don't say that. You'll always be good enough for me," you assure. "And if they don't like you, oh well. I love you and that's all that matters."

He looked at you and smiled. It was the first time you had ever dropped the L word. It was true. You figured now would be a better time than ever. "I love you, too," Brandon responed, returning his eyes to the road. His grip on your hand loosened a little bit.

Within a few minutes, you reached the house that you grew up in. Brandon opened the door to the passenger seat and helped you out of his car. You thanked him as you took the apple pie you had baked this morning from him.

The two of you walked up to the front door and you rang the doorbell. Brandon gave you a nervous smile. The door swung open and you mother was on the other side. "Y/N! So great to see you! Come on in," she welcomed you, giving your boyfriend a glance. "Y/D/N, she's here!"

You followed your mother into the kitchen, holding Brandon's hand. Your father was sitting at the table. When he noticed you, he stood up and gave you a hug. "How are you doing?" He asked.

"Great, how are you?" You answered.

"I'm doing great." He looked at Brandon.

"Mom, dad, this is Brandon. Brandon, these are my parents."

"Hello Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N," he said, nervously. 

"Y/M/N, is dinner ready?" Your father asked, completely ignoring Brandon. You give him a look of sorrow, and guide him to the table. He sits next to you, and your parents sit across.

They try to small talk with you while Brandon stays quiet for the most part. "So, Brandon, not much of a talker, are ya?" Your father questioned.

"Dad," you scold.

"No, it's fine," Brandon assured.

"Then say something," your mother chimes in. "Tell us about you."

"Well, I'm currently playing for the Columbus Blue Jackets of the National Hockey League."

"Hockey? You couldn't have picked something more exciting than hockey?"

"Dad!"

"I'm doing what I love, sir," Brandon retorted, grabbing your hand under the table.

"I'm telling you this now, but my daughter is not a toy. So if you think it's okay to cheat on her, you can leave now," your father scolded, making you explode.

"DAD! That is uncalled for! Let's go Brandon, we're leaving," you yell, bringing your boyfriend with you to the front door.

Once your parents got the hint that you were leaving, they tried to stop you. But you didn't care. You were furious as to the way they had acted.

"I'm sorry, Brandon. I'm sorry for the way they acted and..." You were interrupted by him as he gave you a passionate kiss on the lips.

"I love you and that's all that matters," he mocked.

The car ride home was silent until your mother called. She and your father apologized for their behavior and scheduled another dinner date where they were more polite and accepted your boyfriend.