Beautiful (Beau Bennett)
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A bright light was shining onto the closed eyes of the player laying on your medical table. His eyes, gorgeous blue ones (not that you noticed), fluttered open and you watched his pupils react to the brightness attacking them.
“Hi, Hun. Can you tell me what your name is?” You asked softly, still moving the pen back and forth.
“Beau…and your name must be Beautiful.”
“Cute,” You snapped the light off. “My name’s Y/N. What’s today’s date?”
“The day I met my future wife.” You gave him a bland expression and he smirked in response.
“I’m sure she’s a lucky lady. Date, Mr. Bennett?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” You fought a smile but felt your lips quirk up in the corners. “HA! I got you to smile.”
You scoffed and quickly recalled your neutral expression. “Let’s try that again…what is today’s date?”
“Oh, why didn’t you just ask that the first time?It’s February 2nd.” You opened your mouth, but he cut you off before you could speak. “The year is 2017 and we are on the planet Earth.”
“Well I’d hate for you to think you were on Mars…glad you remembered the Earth part. Final question-”
He cut you off. “If it’s a proposal the answer is yes.”
You just looked at him. “What’s the last thing you remember doing?”
“Welllllll….I was flirting with the cute doctor lady…”
“Before you came back to consciousness.” You specified.
“I got flattened by somebody in a blue jersey.”
“Not too bad, Mr. Bennett. I’d say just a possible concussion. Are you familiar with in-game concussion procedure?”
He snorted. “You mean where I get locked in a dark room to contemplate my sins?”
“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m talking about. Once your timer is up I’ll come back and give you the final verdict.”
“Feel free to wear a sexy nurse outfit when you come back instead of the khakis. I won’t mind.” He called out.
“I’ll take it into consideration.” What a little punk, you thought as you turned off the lights and closed the door. Granted, he was a cute and really funny punk, but a punk nonetheless. You made your way over to the New Jersey bench and let his coach know what was happening.
You’d been the head team doctor for the St. Louis Blue’s for almost four years and with the organization since you’d won an internship through your college at age 18. So now, at the ripe old age of 24, you’d been with the team for six years. The team doctor you had trained under retired three months after you graduated, so the team offered you a position you hadn’t expected to earn until you were well into your 30s.
Opening the door after the 30 minutes had passed you heard his voice as soon as the light was flicked on.
“I’m disappointed. No sexy nurse outfit.” You rolled your eyes before turning to walk in his direction.
“I hope you contemplated your sin of lust during your timeout.”
“No such luck, Beautiful. I’m not lusting so much as planning for the future.” You gave another bland look and shined the light in his eyes. “Ow!” He protested. “Beautiful, your looks already blind me, no need to add the light.”
“Maybe one day your cliche lines will work for you.” Clicking the light off, you wrote down your results on the NHL medical report.
He was still sputtering. “Cliche?! Beautiful, those “lines” come from the bottom of my heart!”
“I’m sure.” You flashed a smile in his direction. “You check out though. No concussion. Just flat knocked out courtesy of Colton.”
“Parayko, hmm…..”He pondered for a minute. “Do you call all of your patients by their first name.” You blushed a little before defending yourself.
“Just the ones on my team.” You changed the subject. “If you hurry, you’ll be able to skate out with your team for the 3rd period. I’ll walk with you so I can tell Hynes that you’re cleared to play.”
“What’s the score?”
“Is your team or mine winning?”
A bit of pride infused your tone. “Mine, of course.”
“Beautiful, what would you say about a wager?”
You narrowed your eyes. “I’d say my name is Y/N…but continue.”
“If I score the GWG, you go on a date with me. And before you make excuses,” he said reaching over to close your mouth that had been open to protest. “We don’t fly out until Saturday morning. That gives us a full day to work with.”
“You do realize that your team needs to score two more goals?”
“Beautiful, I can do basic math. I know I just look like a pretty face…”
You flushed enough to match his jersey’s logo. “I didn’t…I meant that….FINE!!”
He smirked. “I’ll see you after the game so we can make plans then.” Another dazzling smile before he went into the locker room. You glared at the door before you stalked towards their bench to wait for their coach.
30 minutes later you stared in absolute disbelief as number eight in red streaked down the ice on a breakaway with less than a minute left in the game. The game had been tied less than a minute into the period and had remained that way. Until now, you thought, as the puck sailed into the back of the net, sealing their victory,
He shot you a blinding smile as he skated by your bench on the way to get fistbumps from his bench. Punk.
“Was that so bad?” Beau asked as he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. He had taken you to one of your favorite restaurants in the city before the two of you spent the evening walking around the zoo. It had been beyond cliche. But you had truly had a fantastic time.
“I had a fantastic time.” You told him honestly as he buckled himself in. “Don’t get a big head or anything…but it was the best date I’ve been on in a long time.”
A slight red tinge came to his cheeks at the praise. “I’m glad you had a good time.” You made small talk as he drove back to your apartment. The conversation wasn’t forced and when you lapsed into silence, it was comfortable, not awkward. You turned to tell him goodbye as he pulled in front of your building, but he got out, too. “What kind of date would I be if I didn’t see you to your front door?”
“A typical date?”
“Well, I’m not typical date.” When you reached your door he hesitated. “Would you consider going on another date? Seeing where this thing goes?” For the first time since you’d known him he looked nervous.
“Beau…” You bit your lip. “As much as I enjoyed this date…and I really, really did. And as much as I love talking with you…and again, I really, really do. I don’t want to pursue a long distance relationship.”
“I understand, Beautiful. I’m still allowed to snapchat and text you, right?”
You chuckled. “I’d be offended if you didn’t. If you’re feeling super risky…you can even call me.”
“Can I kiss you goodnight?”
You leaned close, your body flush to his. “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
So he did.
A 149 day snap streak, countless texts and phone calls later, you could definitely say there had been no loss of contact. You grabbed your phone that was ringing and answered it without checking the caller ID.
“It’s Y/N.” You said stirring your soup. Chicken noodle was for lunch today.
“Beautiful,” A smile formed on your face at the greeting. “You really need to stop lying about your name to me. I’m pretty sure we’ve had this conversation before.”
“Hi Beau…” A smile was stretched across your face and you leaned against the counter to better focus on the conversation.
“My name is no longer Beau to you. I demand a pet name like Peaches or Sweetie!” ….Peaches?
“Beau.” You emphasized his name. “You know how I feel about the long distance thing…even if it is you.”
You heard a snort. “Beautiful, don’t you know what the date is?”
“Yeah? It’s July 1st….”
“Wrong. It’s the day my future wife finally agrees to officially be my girlfriend.”
“Beau.” Your voice was firm, but he just talked over you.
“Personally, I think that the blue will complement my eyes a lot better. I’m not so sure about the music note, though…”
You processed his words and then almost dropped your phone. “You’re coming to St. Louis?!” You let out a choked cry. “If this is a joke it’s not funny!”
“The ink’s all dry, Beautiful. The media finds out at one. But…I wanted you to know first.”
“You’re really coming here?” Tears of pure happiness were clouding your vision and falling down your face.
“Yes, Beautiful. I really am.” You could hear the smile in his voice. “So can I finally call you mine?…I mean I have been for months…but I mean officially.”
You laughed loudly. “As soon as you ask in person.”
“I will.” He paused. “When you open the door.”
“Huh?” And then a loud knock sounded at your front door.
Beau laughed silently to himself as he heard a shriek and then a crash before a pounding of footsteps rushing towards the door. It swung open and he was wrapped in a hug, which he gladly returned. And as he breathed in your scent, bending down to kiss the top of your head, he felt home for the first time since he had joined the NHL.
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