"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?"
"Oh, no. Today is about you. You decide," you say, looking at his eyes and wondering how can you be so lucky o date a guy like him.
"Baby, I want you to enjoy..."
"And I want you to pick the restaurant," you insist.
You two end up in a romantic and small pizzeria, where you grab your food in peace and sit down behind the small table with a candle lit in the middle. For the entire dinner you hold your hands under the table, your knees touching and gazes locked.
"You promise you won't forget me in Toronto?" you ask him quietly.
"Baby, how could I forget you? You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I love you. Beside, that's only two hour drive away..."
"I know. But I don't have a car and I doubt my parents will let me visit you during school."
The thing is, your parents are over-protective and it was really hard for you to convince them to allow you to go to the draft with Mitch and his family.
"What if I convince them?"
His question surprises you. Your parents don't really like Mitch...nothing personal, they just don't like their baby girl dating someone. But they told you several times that if you have to have a boyfriend, Mitch is a great choice. And they were right- you've never met a guy who would be nicer, less egocentric and would pay that much attention as Mitch does.
"You can to that?"
"I can try. Anything for you, Y/N/N."
You stand up, lean over the table and kiss him. He drops his fork and knife and pulls you closer to him. You nearly fall over the table, but luckily, you lean on your hands.
"Anything for you, Y/N/N," he repeats when you pull apart.
"Thank you so much."
You sit back and for the rest of the dinner you enjoy each other's presence, delicious food and a bottle of expensive wine Mitch ordered for the two of you. Just before you leave, he orders a chocolate mousse with fresh fruit for the two of you to share. As soon as the dessert comes on your table, he takes a spoon and feeds you with a sweet crème. You share a moment when your gazes meet and you smile at each other.
Two hours later you are stuffed and you even had to unbutton the upper button of your jeans.
"Did you have a good time?" Mitch asks, looking at you with his best puppy-eyes, which make your heart melt every time.
"Of course I did," you hug him and look up at him. He leans down, kissing your lips sweetly: "So did I. Thank you for another great date."
"I should thank you," you peck his chin while he gently tickles your sides.
"What do you think of getting you home, eh?"
"What if I don't wanna go?"
He chuckles, his warm breath tickling crown of your head. You remain like that for a while, feeling each other soothing heart beat and his warm breath messing with your hair. His strong arms are around you like a shield and you feel completely safe in his arms.
"I don't want you to get sick, plus I am older, so you have to listen to me."
"Only by few months," you pout, making him chuckle even louder.
"I am still older, baby."
You wiggle out of his embrace and punch his arm: "Ow! What was that for?"
"For calling me a baby."
"But you are my baby," he engulfs you into a bear hug.
"You are going to break all of my bones," you whine, making him hug you even tighter: "I'd never hurt you."
"No, really, Mitch, you are hugging me a bit too tight," you whine again and he lets you go: "Did I really hug you too tight?"
"Of course not, my pooh bear," you chuckle and throw your hands around his neck. He lifts you in the air and spins you around. When he puts you down, he covers your face with kisses, making you giggle.
"Let's get to the hotel now and Skype your parents. I have to talk to them about letting you visit me."
Your mouth open widely: "Were you being serious?"
"Of course I was being serious! You are my girlfriend and I want to spend some time with you no matter where I play or who do I play for."
"What about when you get traded?"
"Then you'll go with me. Come on, Y/N, we are not moving in together...actually, what do you think about moving to Toronto with me? We've been a couple for a while now and..."
"I'd love to, but I have school here, Mitchy."
"Then I will convince your parents to let you visit me during weekends, okay? We will work this out somehow, trust me."
"I trust you. Always have, always will."
After short ride to the hotel and exhausting Skype call to your parents in which you did not participate, Mitch calls you in his room. He sounds quite sad, which worries you. Even when he opens the door, his eyes are sad.
"What did they say, Mitch?"
"I am sorry, Y/N, I really am..."
"Let me talk to them! I can try to convince them..."
"I am sorry for your weekends because you will spend them with me."
"WHAT!" you squeal in excitement and run into his arms.
"They allowed you to spend weekends with me. Only one condition....your grades have to be perfect."
"Anything!"
And ever since that day, you spent every weekend with Mitch in Toronto, your grades were over the top for the rest of the year. Even when they moved him back to London Knights, you went with him. Those weekends were the only thing you were looking forward to each Monday.