Bitty is lounging on the
couch in Jack’s apartment when his phone buzzes and Chowder’s sweet face
appears. Jack’s asleep already. The life of a professional athlete such as he
is. He’s intense about his schedule and maintaining it. Bitty however, is a bit
more lax about it all, so he’s downstairs, flipping through channels since he’s
not tired yet. He can guess why Chowder is calling. The Sharks are tied in the
series for the Stanley Cup Final. Chowder has called him after every game to
either cheer or weep.
Bitty swipes the screen
and answers. “Good game tonight, eh?” Bitty’s picked up a few of Jack’s
sayings. Shitty absolutely loves it. He sometimes calls Bitty and demands “Say
eh! Please! I need a pick me up. Fucking law school.” Bitty always obliges.
Jack says Shitty calls him and demands to hear some of Bitty’s Southern phrases
in what Shitty calls “Jack’s dulcet Canadian tones”.
Chowder is out of breath.
Probably from running around the block in celebration. “I’m gonna propose to
her. When they win,” he exclaims. His voice is excited and kind of hoarse.
Bitty sits straight.
“Farmer. Caitlin. I’m
gonna propose when the Sharks win.” The absolute joy in Chowder’s voice is just
adorable. But Bitty is too shocked by this news to really appreciate it.
“WHAT?!” he finally
Chowder laughs, assuming
that Bitty is as excited by this plan as he is.
Jack appears, blinking
against the light, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a confused
frown. “Bitty. What the hell?” he whispers.
Bitty just holds up a
finger and shoots him a look that screams, “Do not question me right now, Mr.
Jack holds up his hands
and slides into the chair opposite. He kind of wants to see this play out.
Also, he’s still confused as hell as to what’s even going on.
“It’ll be great, Bitty,”
Chowder begins his explanation. “Farmer will be here tomorrow and Game 7 is the
day after that. We’re going to have a big party to watch and it’ll be great.”
Bitty is just shaking his
head now. “Oh, no. Oh no, no, no, no, no. You listen to me right now,
Christopher Chow. If you propose to Caitlin Farmer at a party full of rowdy
Sharks fans during the Stanley Cup Final, you will never get another pie from
Jack’s eyebrows shoot up
and he blinks a few times before a slight smile appears.
“But, Bitty,” Chowder
begins to argue.
“No, you listen to me.
Caitlin Farmer is a wonderful, beautiful, amazing woman. And she deserves
better than a proposal surrounded by drunken sports fans. This is like a jumbotron
proposal. Don’t you do it, Chris. Don’t do the most cliché thing imaginable.”
Jack’s laughing now.
Well, not so much laughing as shaking a bit silently while trying not to
“I love her, Bitty. I
want to do this,” Chowder finally says after a long silence. His voice isn’t
overly happy now. Now it’s nervous and soft.
“Chowder. Don’t put her
on the spot in front of a bunch of strangers.”
“My family will be
there,” he attempts to argue.
Bitty sighs. “That’s
intimidating. Imagine being proposed to in front of a bunch of people who
absolutely adore the proposer. Caitlin is a very laid back girl. She can handle
a lot. But you can’t do it like that.”
There is an exhaled
breath of defeat from Chowder. “I just want to marry her, Bitty. Isn’t that
Jack makes a gesture to
put the call on speaker and Bitty eyes him, wondering what’s going on in his
gorgeous head. But he does it all the same because he trusts this beautifully
“Hey, Chowder,” Jack
“Jack! Hey! Bitty said he
was gonna visit you for a few days. I’m kind of jealous. You guys get to do so
much cool stuff together,” Chowder starts rambling like he always does when
talking to Jack.
Jack smiles. “So what’s
going on? Proposing to Farmer?”
Chowder sighs again.
“Bitty thinks it’s a bad idea.” The pain is clear. He just wants Bitty to
approve of his plan.
“Well, what’s your idea?”
“I wanted to propose to
her after the Sharks win the Stanley Cup.”
Jack’s face relaxes into
that smirk of his that Bitty both loves and hates. “Ah. Well, I have to agree
with Bitty on this one, Chowder. It’d be like proposing to her at an
Epikegster. Everyone will be drunk and keyed up and she’ll feel obligated to
say yes. Do you want her to say yes because she feels she has to? Wouldn’t you
rather she says yes because she really wants to?”
The silence at the other
end has Bitty fidgeting nervously. This is his sweet baby Chowder. He just
wants the little goalie to be happy. As happy as he is with Jack.
“Yeah. You’re right,
Jack,” says Chowder, his hoarse voice quiet and less chipper now.
Jack’s still smiling
however. “Hey, Bitty. Mind if I take this from here?”
Bitty eyes his boyfriend
with distrust. “What are you planning?” he whispers quietly.
Jack winks. Normally this
makes Bitty swoon, but right now, it just makes him more suspicious. “Fine,” he
stands. “But I’ll be in the kitchen. Waiting.”
Bitty scoots out of the
room as Jack takes Chowder off speaker phone. His boyfriend is speaking too
quietly into the electronic for Bitty to eavesdrop so with a huff, he slumps to
the kitchen and pulls out the ingredients for pie. He’s too wound up to sleep
so late night baking it is. To Bitty’s immense surprise, Jack doesn’t come into
the kitchen until four hours later. He’s grinning and looks happy if not a bit
tired since it’s now the middle of the night and Jack Zimmermann has a schedule,
y’all. One he does not deviate from.
“Good Lord, babe. What
did you and Chowder talk about for four hours?”
Jack shrugs. “Just some
stuff,” he answers, purposely vague. He doesn’t manage to hide the slight
sparkle of mischief in his blue eyes before he pulls Bitty into his embrace.
“What did you do?” Bitty
mumbles, his words muffled by Jack’s chest.
“Do you think you could
make a bunch of pie before Friday? Six should be good. Think you can handle
that?” his boyfriend asks. Bitty glares and scoffs. Of course he can make six
pies before Friday. Who does this handsome fool think he’s dealing with? Bitty
ain’t no amateur. Bitty is about to make that clear, as well as grill Jack on
what he’s been doing for the past several hours with Chowder, when Jack kisses
him in that way he does and Bitty sort of forgets his own name.
On Friday, Jack loads the
pies into his car and Bitty eyes him but he doesn’t ask. He’s been grilling
Jack for days. But Jack Zimmermann is like a vault when he wants to keep a
secret. Nothing, absolutely nothing (and Lord did Bitty try everything) would
get that boy to talk. Thankfully, Jack
did convince Chowder not to propose after the final. The Sharks won. Farmer
sent a video of Chowder sobbing with joy in front of the TV before grabbing a
sparkler (from God knows where) and running through his parent’s neighborhood
in full Shark regalia scream singing “WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS, MY FRIEND!” The
whole team had a good laugh. Everyone chirped Chowder but the goalie was too
happy to even care. He just sent a few “thank you” response texts.
Bitty continues to say
nothing as he and Jack drive down to Samwell and pull up in front of Faber.
Jack is trying to look innocent which only makes him look more guilty.
“What are we doing here?”
Bitty questions, eyes narrowed.
Jack just climbs out.
They grab the pies and walk
into the quiet rink. A janitor winks at Jack as they pass and Bitty just
frowns. What is his boyfriend planning? Bitty is even more surprised when they
see who is waiting in the benches.
“Bitty and Jack!” Shitty calls from the bench.
“I’ve missed this fucking place.”
“Shitty was just telling
us that he thinks you guys should have a round of naked hockey,” Lardo laughs
and Shitty winks at her. She rolls her eyes.
“Dude. Naked hockey
sounds way too dangerous for uh, certain parts of me,” Ransom flinches.
Dex and Nursey are arguing
as usual but Nursey smiles and gets Dex in a light headlock which makes Dex
laugh and roll his eyes. Everyone is happy to see the pies. Shitty especially. “OH
GODS OF FOOD AND LOVE! I HAVE MISSED THIS!” he crows before immediately
claiming an apple pie from the stack in Jack’s arms.
Bitty eyes the group and
the bags at their feet and sides. “What’s all this?”
Ransom grins. “Jack had
us grab some stuff on our way in.”
Shitty steps forward,
eating his previously claimed pie with his hands. “So what now, Zimmermann?”
Jack smiles and immediately
starts giving orders and the gathered team sets to work. Soon the ice has
flower petals making a path to the goal beneath the massive windows. There are
candles along the edges. There is soft music playing through the speakers. And
on the score board, the names displayed are Chow and Farmer.
“Oh my God,” Bitty
exhales once he realizes what’s happening. Jack just smiles. He doesn’t say a
word. Instead, he keeps checking his phone.
As the sun is about to
set, Jack’s phone buzzes. “Alright! Everyone hide!”
The group ducks behind
the boards of the bench. Bitty finds himself squashed in between Holster and
Shitty. Shitty takes this moment to pull Bitty into a busting hug. “Man, I’ve
missed you, Bits. Say eh! Please!”
Bitty sighs. “Eh,” he
says. Shitty laughs silently.
The team watches, peeking
over the edge of the boards as inconspicuously as possible, as a very nervous
looking Chowder leads Farmer out onto the ice. Luckily, Farmer has her back to
the boards and doesn’t see the seven sets of eyes, watching silently. Farmer is
laughing and making jokes. “You went to all this trouble to commemorate that
time we did it on the ice? I don’t have a blanket this time. We can’t have sex
on the ice without a blanket, babe.”
Holster and Ransom hear
this and high five silently. “Get it, Chowder,” Holster whispers.
Shitty just smiles and
wipes away fake tears. “They grow up so fast.”
Bitty just watches as
Chowder mumbles and stumbles, so clearly nervous. Bitty sees Jack, hidden but
still videoing the moment.
“So, I’m doing this here
because this is where I realized I love you and told you and,” Chowder starts
to ramble. He’s clearly terrified and Bitty just smiles. Farmer looks confused
but she’s still looking at Chowder like he’s the most wonderful thing in the
world. “After that game against Yale. I realized I loved you and I was so
afraid because I’m well, not that cool, and you’re so amazing. And I was going
to do this after the Sharks won.”
“Go Sharks!” Farmer
cheers and it takes everything for the group watching not to make cute “Aw!”
Chowder beams and Bitty
is just floored at how romantic this is. The first place Chowder realized he
loved her. The first place he told her that he loved her. The setting sun
casting a gorgeous pink and orange hue on the ice. Bitty feels a moment of
jealousy. This was the proposal he thought he’d get from Jack.
“Caitlin Farmer,” Chowder
takes a knee and the gasp from Farmer is loud. “Will you marry me?”
There is a long moment of
silence. Chowder glances around, clearly terrified. “Um. Caitlin?” he presses.
“Yes!” Farmer shrieks
finally. “Oh my God, yes!”
She tackles Chowder onto
the ice and the group all stands and cheers. Lardo is wiping tears. Shitty is
openly crying and shouting, “Fucking beautiful, man!”
Ransom and Holster are
the first on the ice. They high five Chowder, telling him how proud they are.
And impressed. Ice sex is cold and challenging. Who’d of thought that Chowder
had it in him? Dex and Nursey tackle Chowder in a bear hug.
Jack turns off his camera
and stands next to Bitty. They’re both watching the chaos. Farmer is asking
Chowder for a long engagement. They’ll get married after they graduate, okay?
Chowder agrees. Someone mentions pizza. Shitty mentions a celebratory kegster. Bitty
“Thank you for helping
Chowder,” Bitty finally says to Jack. “I love that sweet kid.”
“I know. That’s why I did
it.” The admission makes Bitty melt a little. And here he thought it was impossible
to fall more in love with this man. Though there is something that is still
bothering him a little…
Bitty nudges Jack as they
all begin the walk out. “I didn’t know you could be so romantic,” he jokes,
though still sort of sad that Chowder got HIS proposal.
Jack slows his walk and
the rest of the group moves on, leaving him and Bitty farther back, well out of
earshot. “I learned from the best,” he kisses Bitty’s hair.
“I always thought,” Bitty
begins but his voice tapers off and he can’t quite finish what he was going to
Bitty sighs. “I thought
that you’d propose to me like that. You know? On the ice, with the sunset.”
Jack tenses. For a
moment, Bitty wonders if he’s pushed Jack too far too soon. But really. They’ve
been together for a while. It’s only natural that Bitty’s mind would go there. But then Jack’s eyes soften and
his lips quirk up and he looks superior. He pulls Bitty into a long, drawn out
kiss. The kind of kiss that makes Bitty wish they were in a much more private
place. Or at least had a blanket. Good point, Farmer.
“Don’t worry, Bitty,”
Jack says, his breath warm on Bitty’s mouth. “I didn’t use all my romantic
cards tonight. I have something better planned for you.”
With that, Jack pulls
away and begins to walk down the hallway, leaving a blushing, hot Bitty to
recover. It doesn’t take long. “Jack Laurent Zimmermann,” Bitty snaps as he
rushes to catch the long legged stride of his boyfriend. “You can’t just say
things like that and walk away! Good Lord.”
Jack just laughs and
Bitty slaps him on his glorious ass, making Jack laugh more.
how the fuck the triwizard tournament was a thing that was allowed to happen i will never understand, what the fuck is the wizarding world why do they have no health and safety regulations, no child protection laws, no rules like “Schools shall not run competitive games in which students face deadly creatures or mazes which may drive them insane”