Before I begin, I would like to ask you all to check out aliciadupont 's NHL imagine books. It would be great if you do, she has great stories!:)
Also, I kinda didn't know what to write about, don't really know baseball, so so sorry :/
Growing up in Chicago, you cheer for every team, regardless the sport. Even though you are a hockey fan, the sport you like the most is baseball and the love you have for all of the guys of Chicago Cubs sometimes bother your boyfriend, Patrick Kane of Chicago Blackhawks.
One afternoon, you sit on your bed in oversized Cubs' T-shirt and read your favorite book with headphones in your ear and loud music blasting through them. It has been pouring outside for few days now and you are getting bored. Door to your room open wide, but it takes a bit for you to realize your dad is standing on your door stand. Sighing, you pull white wires out of your ears and look up at him: "What's wrong, dad?"
"Patrick's here. Your mother and I have been calling you for ten minutes."
"Sorry, I didn't hear you...is he still here?"
"He is downstairs, waiting for you."
You put the book on your nightstand, turn off the music, which is still blasting through your headphones and get up to follow your dad downstairs. In the middle of the staircase, he stops and you bump into him: "Y/N, just one more thing. Can you follow me to my office, please?"
"Uh, yeah, sure. What's wrong?"
Your dad turns to you with a huge smile on his cheeks and hands you two Chicago Cubs tickets. You look up at him, your eyes glimmering: "What are those for?"
"Well, I wanted to take your mom out and on the game, but...she is not interested in it. Why don't you take Patrick to the game? He mentioned he has never seen Cubs' game."
"I know that, he has mentioned that."
"Then please take them."
You look at the tickets and look up at your dad: "But the tickets are for tonight's game against White Sox. Are you really giving Pat and I tickets to the game you've been dying to see?"
"Yes. Go and have fun, okay?"
You wrap your arms around your dad and hug him tightly. You know how much he wanted to see this game and giving you his tickets is not really the move you were expecting.
"But you better enjoy the game, okay? And take your keys, your mother and I are going to a restaurant for our anniversary."
"So, let me get this straight. Mom doesn't like baseball and even though you got tickets for the Crosstown Classic, you prefer going out in one probably fancy restaurant."
He smiles: "Kinda. But I somehow expected that, so those tickets were meant for you since the beginning."
He pats your shoulder and leaves the room. On the door stand, he looks at you over his shoulder: "Patrick is still waiting downstairs."
That gets you moving and you clench your fingers tighter around the tickets. As soon as you get down, you parents discreetly leave you and Patrick alone. After a sweet welcome kiss, he holds you on his arm-length and furrows his eyebrows: "Whose shirt is that?"
You roll your eyes at his apparent jealousy: "Ya jealous of a T-shirt?"
"I never see you wearing my jersey..."
He is actually jealous of you wearing Cubs' T-shirt and not his jersey. That makes you grin a bit, which is clearly not the reaction he was expecting. He furrows his eyebrows in annoyance: "Why are you grinning?"
"Because, Pat, you are jealous of a T-shirt."
"No. I am jealous because I never see you wearing my jersey."
You roll your eyes and lift two tickets in the air: "We are going to see a game. And the Cubs play. So I am wearing their T-shirt."
"We are going on a game? But..."
"If you live in Chicago, you have to see Crosstown Classic, and I am taking you to the game."
With that said you take Patrick to your room to lend him your over-sized Cubs T-shirt for the game. Well, one of their T-shirts you own. He pulls down his Blackhawks T-shirt, revealing his muscles for few seconds before another T-shirt covers his torso.
"Now you are wearing Cubs T-shirt as well," you laugh and poke his chest, making him smile.
"Guess I am. What a girl can make me do, right?"
"Girlfriend. That's the difference. Come on, we have to go, we don't wanna be late. I promise you'll like it. Mom! Dad! We are leaving, enjoy your dinner!"
"We will, enjoy the game!" dad yells and your mother continues: "Pat, take good care of her!"
"I will, miss Y/L/N. Thank you for everything."
You have to drag him out, since he likes to chat with your parents a lot and sometimes it takes ages for him to stop talking to them. Not that it bothers you, he is the first boyfriend your parents accept and really like. But tonight you are running out of time if you want to catch the beginning of the game.
You sit in his car and after a short ride, you reach your destination, where fans are already gathering. Patrick gets out of the car and hurries on your side to open the door for you. He stretches his arm and takes your small hand in his as he pulls you out. Hand in hand you make your way through the crowd, trying to go as unnoticed as possible, but few fans still notice him and ask him for photos or autographs. Grinning slightly, he does everything he fans ask him to do, but never lets go of your hand.
"Patrick Kane, is this your girlfriend?" someone yells, making you both turn around. Of course, one of the reporters will try to enrich his article about tonight's game with made up things.
Patrick smiles and drapes his arm around you protectively: "Yes, she is. But that's all I have to say. Come on, let's get in."
The last thing was meant for you and he gently pulls you away, making your way to the entrance. Once you get inside the stadium, you go to your seats, but before that you stop to grab something to eat and drink. With your hands full of snacks and with two cans of Coca-Cola, you sit on your seats.
Few minutes before the game begins, Pat's hand snatches a fistful of your snacks.
"Hey!" you squeal and try to take it back, but he quickly eats it and gives you a goofy grin: "What's the matter?"
"You took my food!"
"Did I? Oh, sorry, I didn't realize that," he laughs and quickly seizes the chance of you not paying attention, as he takes some more of your food.
"Pat!"
"Okay, okay, I will stop. Just..."
This time, you read his intention on time and move your food out of his reach: "Not this time."
He looks at you with pouty lips and puppy eyes: "Come on, you have better food."
"We took the same stuff..."
"I know, but yours is still better."
"You are such a goof. But I love you."
In that moment you realize what you said and cover your mouth. Patrick and you have been a thing for nearly a year now, but you haven't said your "I love you"'s yet. He looks at you and puts down his snack, signaling you to do the same. You put down your snacks as well and look as his hands took yours in his. Your eyes lock as he smiles widely: "I love you too, Y/N. I've been waiting for the right time to say it, but you beat me. I love you."
In the next moment the game starts, but you miss the beginning. The game begins for you and Pat with sharing the first kiss after you've said each other "I love you".
During the intermission, you decide to take a walk around the stadium. While wandering through now crowded halls, you two hold hands and you walk into stadium store, where Patrick buys you an adorable cuddly toy, dressed into team's uniform. Since his constant complaining, you decide to buy him Cubs' T-shirt. The look on his face when you hand it over to him, is priceless. You chuckle and step on your tiptoes to whisper to his ear: "Now you won't have to borrow my oversized shirts."
"You are kidding me, right?"
"Nope, I am dead serious. Welcome to Chicago," you peck his cheek and laugh at his expression.
"B-But I am from Buffalo... Mets are from New York, why did you...?"
"Because right now you are in Chicago. And I wanted to buy you Cubs' shirt."
He looks at the shirt and gives you a wide grin: "Now we will be able to wear matching T-shirts and look like a super cute couple."
"You think we don't look cute now?" you jokingly raise your eyebrow. In response, he only takes your hand in his and leads you out of the store to your seats.
The game ends with Cubs winning, but the best thing is that, when you walk out with the rest of the fans, Patrick smiles down at you: "I hope we'll attend more Cubs' games, I had so much fun watching the game with you."
"Well...we could go if you really liked it that much."
"I really did and I would love to go to any more games with you. Only, if we will go to New York once and see Mets' game."
"Are you trying to...blackmail me?" you wink, making him laugh and quickly kiss your cheek.
"Maybe...."
"Well, in that case...I will think about it."
He laughs while you head back to his car, your finger intertwined.