"I am proud to announce from the London Knights, Mitch Marner," announces Mark Hunter, director of player personnel from the Toronto Maple Leafs and the crowd starts clapping loudly. Your boyfriend next to you smiles from cheek to cheek, deep exhale leaving depths of his throat. Then he stands up and hugs his parents, whose faces are glowing with pride. Then he turns to you: "I made it, Y/N!"
You jump up and throw your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his.
"I am so proud of you, baby!" you yelp when you break the kiss apart.
"Thank you so much," Mitch whispers to your ear and pulls you in for a kiss. You know the possibility of your kiss being caught on camera and played on the national TV is high and unavoidable, but you don't care. You just want to prove all the girls who will be dreaming of your boyfriend that he is only yours.
Mitch puts you down and lets go your hand: "I will be back soon. Jersey is waiting for me."
You follow him with your eyes as he walks away and joins Hunter and all of the managers on stage. Your eyes water as they hand him a jersey and a cap. Huge smile lights up his face as he shyly waves and sends you a small wink with a kiss.
He poses for a picture with his jersey before heading back off stage, huge smile still plastered on his face. When he gets back to his seat, he pulls you in for a quick kiss, quickly hugs his parents and sits down. Your fingers intertwine and he rests your intertwined palms on your lap. After few minutes he leans down to you and whisper to your ear: "Would you like to go for a dinner after this ends?"
You look at him and nod: "I'd love to, my NHL superstar."
"Hoped you'd say that," he smiles sweetly and rubs circles on the upper side of your palm with his thumb.
After the draft you head out, you and Mitch holding hands tightly, his parents next to him.
"Mom, dad, me and Y/N are going out. We'll come home a bit later, okay?"
"But Mitch, your father and I wanted to celebrate..."
"We will. What if you invite all the relatives to have a lunch with us tomorrow? Tonight, I really want to spend time with my girlfriend," he tells his parents, squeezing your hand a bit. His parents exchange a look and with a deep sigh his dad says: "Okay. Darling, let them have some time alone."
He hands Mitch his wallet: "Have fun, you two."
Then he takes his wife's hand in his and leads her away, to his car, which is parked next to Mitch's. As soon as they are away, Mitch pulls you in for a kiss. Giggling, you bump against his chest, feeling his heart through the material of his T-shirt.
"I love you," he mumbles while kissing you.
"Love you too," you answer and wrap your arms around his waist. You remain like that for a while, enjoying the peacefulness of the night while standing in each other's arms. When he pecks tip of your nose, he asks worriedly: "Are you freezing? Your nose is like an ice cube."
"N-No," you answer, your teeth chattering from the cold of the night.
"Yes, you are. Why didn't you tell me you are freezing, silly?"
You shrug your shoulders and look up at him: "I am cold, Mitchy."
"I know you are, baby. Come on, let's get in a car, shall we?"
He takes your cold hand in his, wrapping his fingers around your palm. You head to his car, where he opens the door for you, gentleman as he is. Soon he sits on a driver's seat and the first thing he does in intertwine his fingers with yours. He looks at you with loving eyes before starting an engine: "Where would you like to go?"
