This one is for spoonspiration, hope you'll like it:) Also, in this imagine Frank is still playing for Boston Bruins:)
Frank and you have been a couple for about four years and even though your parents didn't really like when you moved in when you were both 20.
You sit on the floor of your small shared apartment and look at your boyfriend, who is a bit busy playing video game. His hair is sticking up adorably even though you've gotten up few hours ago. You get up and walk over to him: "Frankie, I am bored."
He quickly glances up at you, gives you tiny smile and focuses back on the game. With a deep sigh, you tangle your fingers in his messed up hair and lean your chin on his shoulder. He puts down a joystick and ruffles your hair: "Then join me."
"But we never go out..."
He gives you his full attention: "I promise I am planning to surprise you soon. It will make up for my laziness in the last days..."
"Days?"
"Okay, okay, I meant weeks," he grins and pulls your head gently to his. You smile as his lips brush against yours: "That's more like it."
The next day he wakes you up, which is surprising because usually he is on morning practices. But not that day. Still half asleep you feel warm breeze tickling your skin and you wave your hand in annoyance, while your eyes are still closed. Accidentally, you gently slap his cheek and that's when you finally open your eyes to see your boyfriend looking at you with big, sad eyes: "You hit me."
"Because you were trying to wake me up."
You crawl up to him and wrap your arms around his torso, leaning your head on his shoulder and giving him small pecks: "I am so sorry for hurting you, baby."
"I don't know if I will ever be able to forgive you..."
You fake a pout and give him big puppy eyes, which make him crack a smile: "Of course I will forgive you. But..."
"But what?"
He gives you a wide grin and finishes sentence with beaming eyes: "Well...since it's the time of Winter Classic and the family skate is approaching... would you like to go with me?"
"To a Winter Classic family skate? With you?"
"Did you plan on going with anyone else?" he asks with his brow lifted in surprise. You laugh at his expression: "No, silly. I wasn't planning on going with anyone. But I will gladly go with you."
He gets off the bed, but before that he holds your hand and pulls you out with him: "Come on, don't be lazy. The family skate starts at twelve. And right now it's 10 am, you sleepy head."
You respond with a groan before you pull your hands out of his grip and fall back on the soft pillows: "Let me sleep for a bit more."
"Nope, not happening. Please, get up, get up, get up."
Laughing, you lift your head off the pillow and look at him: "Give me one good reason."
"Me," he shoots out with no hesitation and gives you the same smile like a kid who has just stolen a candy from a candy jar.
"Alright, alright."
As soon as you crawl from beneath the blankets, his strong arms wrap around you and he pulls you to his chest, kissing your bare shoulder: "Good morning."
You look over your shoulder and into his eyes, giving him a small morning smile: "Good morning to you too."
His chin rests on your shoulder as he whispers to your ear: "I am really glad you will join me today."
"I am glad you invited me."
