hi bergy

highlights:

-bettman getting moved out of his seat
-bergy getting the selke
-denna laing being radiant and beautiful
-auston as rookie of the year
-calvin pickard to vegas
-garrison looking fine in a vegas jersey
-the nhl 18 trailer
—mitch marner’s lovely smile
-connor mcdaddy on the cover of nhl 18
-fleury to vegas
-mcdaddy winning the hart

Patrice Bergeron Imagine

“Hey you!” Patrice yells over the noise, as you walk into the locker room. 

“Hey!” You yell back happily, jumping into his arms. 

“How’s my girl?!” He smiles, kissing you. 

“Not as happy as you guys are, but pretty close!” You grin, looking around the locker room.

The Stanley Cup was being passed around, cheers and laughter exploding each time the Cup was raised again. The Bruins were the champions again, knocking out Anaheim in the Finals for the win. 

“Yeah, it’s hard to compete with this!” Patrice says, putting his arm around you and smiling. 

“I bet!” You grin, hugging him tightly. 

“Who wants a drink!?” Chara screams over the noise, raising a bottle of champagne. 

Cheers and screams rise from the room, players, coaches, and significant others ready for a fun time.

“Let’s celebrate!” Chara yells again, pouring some of the alcohol into the Cup.

“Chara! Chara! Chara!” The guys start to chant, cheering on the big guy of the team. 

As Chara lifts the Cup to his mouth, the guys start whooping and cheering on their beloved Captain. 

“Who’s next?!” He yells, wiping some champagne of his upper lip, looking around at his team.

“Alternates!” Torey yells from the back, pointing at Krejci. 

“Ah, what the hell?” David says, taking the Cup from the big man.

“French Fries! French Fries!” The team starts to chant again, watching as David raises the Cup again.

You stand by Patrice, clapping with him as his teammate chugs his drink. 

“Kelly! Get over here!” David yells across the room, beckoning for his fellow linemate. “Your turn big man!" 

Chris makes his way across the room, getting slapped on the back by his encouraging team.

"Alright, bud! Do it!” David says, passing over the Cup.

The chants start again, “Kelly! Kelly! Kelly!" 

Finally, Chris lowers the Cup, then points at Patrice. "You next big guy!”

Patrice laughs, walking over to Chris, his hand in yours. “Not so big.”

“Hey, scored the game winner! That’s pretty big!” Chris says, passing the Cup to his friend. 

“Hell yeah buddy!” Patrice says, giving Chris a high five before taking the Cup for himself.

You stand there, smiling, as Patrice lifts the Cup, and takes his long awaited drink. 

“BERGY! BERGY! BERGY!” The room explodes, clapping and cheering for the OT Game 7 winning goal. 

Patrice is all smiles as he lowers the Cup, putting his hand on your back. “How about a drink for the ladies, eh?! Hell, we wouldn’t be here without them!" 

The team yells again, Patrice handing the Cup down to you. 

You shake your head, pushing it back. "I can’t.”

“Oh, come on! It’s a celebration!” Patrice says, handing the Cup back again.

“Pat, I can’t drink!” You say, stepping back.

“Come on, why not?” He asks, disappointed.

“It wouldn’t be good for the baby.” You say quickly, standing next to him.

A hushed silence falls over the room, everyone’s eyes on you and Patrice. 

“The…the baby?” Patrice finally says, almost in a whisper. “The baby?" 

You can feel your face get red as you nod, watching his shock. 

"You’re serious?” Patrice says, laughing a little bit.

You nod again, now at a loss for words. 

Patrice stands there, a smile spreading across his face slowly. “The baby..oh my God…the baby…” He puts his hands over his face, laughing quietly. 

The team stands there, still silent. A few smiles on the players faces, their eyes crinkled. 

“Oh my…I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” Patrice yells, turning to face the team, hands in the air. 

Finally, cheers and clapping break the silence, guys patting Patrice on the back, rubbing his head. A few of the girls hug you in congratulations, smiling as they hold their babies. 

“We’ve got a little Bergy on the way!” Tuukka says, bouncing his newborn daughter in his arms, a huge grin on his face. 

“Alright, there’s only one thing that an make this better!” Patrice says, turning to face you. 

In one swift move, he kneels down in front of you, pulling a small black box from his skate. 

“Oh my…” You smile, hands over your mouth. 

“Baby, I’ve loved you for so long. And I know everything is hard because I’m always gone. But I know that I want to be with you for the rest of my life. I want to be there for you, and our little Bergy baby. I promise to love you for as long as I live.” Patrice smiles, opening the box. “Will you marry me?" 

"Oh my…Yes! Oh, yes!” You say happily, reaching for Patrice. 

He stands up, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing you, the cheers of the team filling the room once again. 

“Yeah Bergy!” Someone yells, causing the team to erupt again. 

“That’s how we do it in Boston!” Another yells, laughter following. 

Patrice breaks the kiss, smiling down at you. “I don’t know if this could be any better.” He grins, kissing you lightly. 

“It could!” Brad says, taking the Cup from Reilly. 

“How?” Patrice asks, turning his head to look at his little teammate. 

Brad lifts the Cup, pouring the remaining beer on you and Patrice, drowning you in the drink. 

“Hey!” Patrice yells, laughing. His hand moves to cover your mouth, preventing you from swallowing any of the beer.

“Wouldn’t be good for our baby Bergeron.” Patrice smiles, kissing you again.

I’m really happy. He’s an amazing player I really enjoy to play with and we’ve created a lot of chemistry over the years. I was getting a little worried now with him playing with Sid,” Bergeron said with a laugh. “I’m really happy it’s done and we can move forward for himself and also for us as a team. I can’t say enough about him. It’s well deserved and he’s an amazing player.

Omg. Marchy jumped so high and Patrice caught and spun him like his dance partner. Then Bergy and Trotman were hugging him and little Marchy was being held up by them in the hug circle. His little feet weren’t touching the ice. Omg my babies