“Babe are you ready? We’re going to be late!” your boyfriend shouts from downstairs.
“I’m coming!” you scream back. You hobble slowly out of the room, cursing your knee every step. You just had to go out for a run earlier. Patrick is going to kill you when he sees why you’re running so behind.
You don’t dare look up as you shuffle down the stairs. You’re afraid of falling if you do, but you’re more afraid of what your boyfriend is going to say.
“I see you went for a run today,” he says when you’re standing in front of him at the base of the steps.
You look up defiantly. “I did. Do you have a problem?”
He stares back down at you. “Well let’s see, the doctor told you specifically not to do that since he knew you would push yourself too far and you didn’t listen. Judging from the way you’re walking you’ve hurt your already messed up knee. And it’s only been a week since surgery. What do you think?”
You smile at him. “Great so there’s no problem then.”
You rush past him as quickly as you can—not very seeing as you have to hobble everywhere—and try to beat him to the front door. That doesn’t happen. He’s there in seconds to block your path, and does so easily.
“Go back to the couch,” he says through his teeth. You sigh, knowing that it’s about to be a bad night.
“We’re supposed to meet your teammates, remember?” you remind him.
“Change of plans. Go to the couch,” his voice has that menacing quality it gets whenever he’s really mega pissed off. You mentally weigh your options and decide that it’s probably better to just listen to him. You’re really feeling the pain in your knee now anyway.
You turn around and start to take slow steps to the living room. The process is agonizing and you know it’ll be a very slow process. You don’t get more than three steps before you feel Patrick pick you up. He carries you swiftly into your living room and sets you gently on the couch. Then he walks out, not stopping at your bitten off ‘thanks.’
You hear him talking in the kitchen. “Yeah change of plans.”
“No she hurt herself again. Went for a run.”
“Yeah I know I’m pissed.”
“Hey don’t bother we can make it some other time.”
“No it’s important for her to relax tonight that won’t happen if you all are over here.”
“Yeah, tell everyone I say hey.”
“No she cannot come over just to yell at Jen.”
“Because she can yell at her any other day of the week. Today it’s my day to yell at her.”
“Yes I will make sure Jen knows that she thinks it was a stupid idea to go running. And that she’s mad she wasn’t invited.”
The kitchen grows silent and you stare up at the ceiling. You can easily fill in the blanks from the phone conversation, and you’re rolling your eyes at some of them. You’re surrounded by people who are way too protective of you.
“We’re protective because we care,” Kaner mutters as he comes back in the room. He lifts the upper half of your body and then sits down, positioning you on his lap.
“Did I say that outloud?” you ask. You could’ve sworn you didn’t.
“Nope,” he confirms. “I just know you that well.”
He turns the TV on and switches channels until a movie you both like comes on. A few minutes in you relax into him, and feel him kiss the top of your head.
“I’m sorry,” you sigh. You really aren’t, but you feel like you should say it.
“No you aren’t,” he laughs. “But at least you’re trying.”
You smile. He knows you so well. “Well I am sorry that I didn’t at least take it easier. My knee is killing me right now.”
He laughs again. “That’s what you get.”
The words are kind of harsh, but he places an icepack on your injury when he says them, so you aren’t buying.
A little bit later he speaks again. “By the way, Toews can’t contain your best friend for long. Eventually she’s going to make her way over here to scream at you.”
You smile and wince. Yeah, you’re surprised she hasn’t already come banging on your door, a resigned boyfriend in tow. “Hide me when she comes?” you ask.
He kisses your head again. “Of course.”
You smile bigger. “You really are a great boyfriend, you know that?”
You can hear his smile. “Yeah well I have a great girlfriend.”
“Even though you’re mad?”
“Even though I’m mad.”
“Wow,” you say. “I got really lucky.”
He rests his chin on your head. “No babe,” he whispers. “That was me.”
A/N: THIS IS MY FIRST EVER HOCKEY PLAYER IMAGINE AND I KNOW THE GIRL WHO IT’S FOR VERY VERY WELL SO I’M SORRY IF IT’S NOT VERY ACCURATE OR ANYTHING I TRIED TO TAILOR IT TO HER. ALSO I AM WORKING ON THE REST OF THE REQUESTS BUT THEY WON’T BE UP JUST YET SORRY