Really long… preparing for more angry messages and asks…
I stare at my phone screen a long time, my fingers hovering over
my keyboard with Auston’s name at the stop of my screen. Stifling a groan I
click my screen off and throw myself back onto my bed. Ever since Mitch texted
me earlier today all I can think about is Auston and the fact that he hasn’t
talked to me. I don’t think he would have let Mitch text me unless he was okay
with it, but he hasn’t texted, called or snapped me in the last three days.
Does he even care anymore? I think to
myself and quickly shake the thought out of my head. Of course he cares. Auston
may not have said it, but I know he cares about me just as much I care about
him. I just need to be patient. I spent the last twenty-one years of my life
without him, I can stand a few more days.
rings on the pillow next to my ear and I nearly roll off the bed. I fumble with
the screen and finally accept the call.
my dad’s rough voice comes through the other end and I can’t help but smile.
What’s going on?”
on picking me up at the airport tomorrow morning?” He asks.
and early at 8:15,” I repeat what my mother told me on the phone yesterday
you’re going with me to the game on Tuesday with me, right?” My dad asks, a
little bit of hesitation in his voice.
wouldn’t I?” I ask him, frowning at the ceiling.
“Hey I don’t know!
You moved out, didn’t know if that meant you were too cool for me or something,”
he says defensibly and I giggle.
dad, we already know I’m cooler than you yet I still choose to spend time with
you,” I say, rolling my eyes.
We chat a bit
more until three o’clock hits and the Leaf’s game comes on, being one who can’t
talk to anymore while watching hockey, I hang up with my dad and snuggle down
into my couch with Zalla and Andie. This is the Leaf’s last game on their short
road trip and the first night of a back to back, coming home to play the Blues
tomorrow. While my dad primarily works for the Red Wings, he travels around
looking at other team’s prospects and possible trade bait, which is why he’s
coming when St. Louis is in town.
I had debated
whether or not to watch the Leafs after Auston left, but it was the only way I
didn’t feel quite so alone in this big house in a big city. Though I don’t
cheer when they score, I just watch, much like my first game in Toronto with
Auston’s family. My mind wanders to Mitch’s message about coming over when they
get home, being a Sunday, their game is early and they will be home early
tonight. I debate with myself if Auston will come with him or not. I highly
doubt he would come, but I can’t help but get my hopes up.
The game ends
in overtime with the Hawks scoring just seconds in, a score of three to two. The
urge to text or call Auston is almost overwhelming and let out a wail of
despair when my phone goes off but it’s only a snapchat from my friend. I miss
him. I miss him so much.
I stare at
my lock screen as I board the bus to bring us to the airport. It’s the picture
I took of Y/N when she was getting her dress fitted on her second day in
Toronto. The background is a blur, only her smiling face and body in focus. I
puff out a small laugh that despite everything, nothing has changed, this
picture was accurate then and it still is now.
screen lights up and starts ringing, I nearly jump. Looking around to see if
anyone notices when I put the phone to my ear.
“Hey,” I say
after making sure everyone in a few seat radius is occupied with something
“Hey, so I
was able to track down Y/L/N before he went home. Looked like a fucking idiot
walking around the Joe asking by the way,” Dylan’s voice says through the
you text it to me? I’ll call him right when we land in Toronto,” I mutter into
the phone, sinking down a little in my seat.
pauses on the other line like he wants to say something else.
“What?” I ask
does this have something to do about Y/N? We heard she moved to Toronto a few
weeks ago, and I know you… ya know…” Dylan trails off.
I don’t say
anything and Dylan sighs.
“I knew it.
Look, I know you have a thing for her and she probably does you, but just… take
care of her. I got to know her more last season before she got heavily involved
in school stuff, she’s a great girl… very much like her dad just prettier,”
Dylan laughs and I find I’m able to smile.
Larks, she told me about you actually. Something about falling down the stairs
and blaming the black eye on a high sti-“ I snicker into the phone and he cuts
that’s enough story time. In my defense it was both the high stick and the
combined falling that resulted in the black eye,” Dylan grumbles into the phone
and I roll my eyes.
bud. But really, thanks for hunting him down for me,” I say seriously.
bud. Good luck,” he responds and we hang up. Instantly I get the phone number
in a text and quickly save it. As the bus pulls up to the airport I mumble what
I have planned to say over and over again as we board the plane and set off
towards home. Towards Y/N.
sends me a text as soon as they land and I send in a phone order for delivery
from my new favorite Chinese buffet who, I recently discovered, deliver. He
mentioned that it’s him and two others coming, who he doesn’t name.
By the time
they arrive it’s close to eight, coming directly from the airport. I don’t
bother to get up from my place on the couch when they file in, too absorbed in
my sweet and sour chicken. I scan the faces and turn my attention back to my
plate when I don’t see the one I was looking for. Mitch, Morgan and Will
shuffle to their respective spots they all claimed within the first few weeks
of discovering my house. Mitch is in the chair beside me, Will is sprawled out
on the sectional with the footrest and Morgan is sitting on the floor with his
back against the couch by my knees.
instantly I relax for the first time in three days and realize how incredibly
tired I am. These thoughts are validated by Morgan glancing up at me after
thanking me for his meal.
slept in twenty years?” He asks, a teasing tone in his voice and I scowl at
twenty and I’ll answer,” I reply sweetly and he scoffs at me.
“Good to be
I nudge him
with my foot and he flicks it with his finger making me squeal with the sting.
Quickly, we fall back into the usual banter, I make Mitch go wash his hands
before he even thinks about touching the Xbox controller and he huffs at me
muttering under his breath as he makes his way to the bathroom.
mentions Auston and I don’t bring him up either. Soon enough, I doze off to
sleep, my head on the armrest and my legs stretched out to almost where Will is
sitting. I startle awake around three in the morning from an insignificant
dream and blink in the darkness, disoriented. I move to sit up but realize
there’s a blanket across me and my heart warms. Glancing around now that my
eyes have adjusted, I can see Mitch reclined in the chair and Morgan on the
other end of the couch where Will had been. I can hear Will’s soft snore coming
from down the hall in the spare bedroom that I had thought I would be able to
convert into an office but I had to put a bed in there instead thanks to a
certain hockey player falling down my stairs one night after having a little
too much to drink.
All of them
seemed to have found blankets for themselves as well and their quiet breathing
is reassuring. They stayed with me.
My heart blooms and I snuggle back down onto my spot, sleep coming easy again.
A few hours
later I tip toe around them, heading upstairs to shower and get ready to head
to the airport to pick up my dad. Zalla and Andie seem to have learned how to
tip toe as well as they slink across the hardwood floors, being my shadows like
usual. When I pull my shirt on my bracelet jingles on my wrist, I had thought
about taking it off the last few days, but I found too much comfort in the
strong band and beautiful charms. I finger the charms gently as I make my way
downstairs and sneak through the foyer and out my front door without waking a
single one of the boys.
Andie come with me, I know they miss dad as much as I do. They seem to sense my
excitement as I drive closer and closer to the airport, their whines echoing in
the backseat. Right as I pull into the pickup area my phone goes off.
honey,” my dad’s voice comes through the car speaker and I think my dogs are
going to combust in the backseat.
“I see you!”
I squeal as I make the small loop and put my car into park before jumping out
and into my father’s waiting arms.
girl,” my dad coos in my ear, I think he’s just as emotional as I am. Happy
tears trail down my face as he lifts me off my feet, his arms right around me.
I inhale deeply, taking in the husky and smoky smell of my dad and our wood
stove from home.
you,” I whisper and he laughs.
that,” he sets me down and puts his hands on my shoulder, examining me. “How
you doing? Big girl in a big city,” he winks at me and I giggle.
dad. It’s been a learning process. I now understand why mom never let me buy and
eat an entire birthday cake myself.”
that was the first lesson I learned too,” he wraps an arm round my shoulders
and leads me back to my car where my dogs are quivering with excitement. “You
brought the girls!” He exclaims and leaves me on the sidewalk like a piece of
gum, diving into the backseat and being licked to death by Zalla and Andie. I
don’t blame him though, I would have done the same thing.
By the time
we get back to the house, the boys are gone and for once the living room is
spotless. I smile at the room and give my dad a tour of the now unpacked house,
spending the rest of the day showing and telling him everything I’ve been working
on at the university.
Once we get
to the arena there are hardly any people milling around yet. But that’s what
happens when you get there two and a half hours before the puck drops. My
father is familiar with the arena and leads the way through the bowels of the
Air Canada Center, sticking close behind him and avoiding looking anywhere but
at his back.
Every time my
father stops to talk to someone, I reach up to the ball cap I had thrown on
before leaving the house and pull it a little farther down my head. No one my
father stops says anything to me, which I’m used to from my years of following him
around as a child. It isn’t until we turn down a hallway to head to the elevator
that someone acknowledges me.
are you?” My dad exclaims, clasping hands with the Leafs head coach. I can’t
help but peek up at him, my dad and he had worked closely together over the
years until Babs left Detroit to take on Toronto, growing up I had been close
with one of his daughters when we were dragged by our dads to various games and
small talk a minute before Mike notices me standing behind my dad’s shoulder.
“Y/N! I didn’t
see you there. Heard you’re doing some big things in the Astrophysics
department,” Mike winks at me and my cheeks warm with the smile forming across
“That she is,”
my dad says, squeezing my shoulder, a proud look on his face that I beam under.
“I heard you’ve
been here over a month and haven’t come to visit me yet,” Mike quirks an
eyebrow at me.
here!” I gesture to where I know the family room is down the hall before I realize
what I’m doing and I try to play if off as fixing my hat. My dad and Mike both
raise their eyebrows at me. “Don’t give me that look,” I blush under their
stares and look away.
“She’s got a
point Mike, she has been here,” my dad says, smirking at Mike and I scowl.
surprised she admitted it,” Mike adds, both of them clearly enjoying
you be yelling at your players or something,” I mutter and he laughs.
“Only if they
piss me off, Y/N,” he says, though he does glance at his watch. “Though I do
have other things to get going besides yelling.” He shakes my dad’s hand and
pats my shoulder. “I look forward to seeing you after the game, and you,” Mike then directs his attention to
me. “I look forward to seeing you around here more often as well.” I make a
noise in the back of my throat and nod at him with his knowing smile on his
We head back
down the hallway to elevator right when a group of boys rounds the corner in
front of us. I immediately see Mitch and I know Auston will be right behind
him. I duck into my father’s side and try to stay in his shadow praying that no
one notices me.
Someone shouts behind me and both my father and I whip around on instinct.
Babcock is standing down the hallway we just left, leaning against a door
frame, a smirk on his face.
to be exact. I forgot to comment on your hat, looks better than red and white
in my opinion,” he says and I can feel the stares of nearly everyone in the
hallway. Frowning, I reach up to the ball cap and pull it off my head. I turn
it in my hands a Toronto Maple Leafs logo glares up at me, I hold it at arm’s
length away much to amusement of the people watching me. What the…?
“Now the real
question is, are you going to put it back on?” Mike winks at me and then
disappears into the door frame he had been standing in.
I look from
where he had been standing back to the hat and eye it warily. Turning on my
heel I continue walking slowly with my dad, growing closer and closer to the
group of guys still watching me. When I’m within fifteen of them I huff out a
small laugh and plop the hat back on my head, adjusting my pony tail.
“Where did I
go wrong?” My dad muses beside me and I smile at him, continuing to ignore the
gawking Leafs players to my right. They had been trying since I got to Toronto
to get me to wear some sort of Leafs gear and apparently one of them had left a
hat one night and I grabbed it by mistake.
years ago when you showed me the sky,” I say back to him and he laughs softly,
putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head.
wouldn’t change a thing,” he says and I squeeze his hand. Here is the only boy
that would love me no matter what I did.
My dad takes
me up to the scouting booth where much of the Leafs front office people are. He
talks with Brendan Shanahan for a few moments as I make my way to one of the
free seats and try to ignore everyone around me. It used to amaze me that my
dad worked and knew all these people, now I just want to watch hockey.
We have to
wait quite a while longer before the actual game starts and nearly the entire
time my dad is either talking to someone in person or on the phone. I take the
free time to people watch as fans file in, I start making a mental list of how
many Matthews jerseys I see. I lose count very quickly.
The game wears
on, a nail bitter to the very end, even though the Leafs are up by two after an
empty netter with two minutes left. With a final score of six to four in the
Leafs favor, everyone leaves happy. My dad looks at his watch and mutters to
himself, rubbing his face.
“What are you
thinking about?” I ask him, he only every does that when he’s stressed.
Nothing, just we have a little time before my flight leaves. Want to get some
dinner?” He asks standing up and gathering his laptop and notes.
ten…” I stare at him.
“I didn’t say
we have to go an eight course meal, Y/N,” my dad laughs. “I just need something
to hold me over before my short flight home to your mother.”
sigh, standing next to him and stretching, my hand brushes against the hat and
I drive my
dad through Toronto as he looks for someplace we wants to eat and he finally
decides on the restaurant that I went to with Auston’s family on my very first
night here. As I sit down at a table just a short distance away from where I
sat then, I almost feel the bracelet heat on my wrist. I touch the charms as my
dad busies himself with the menu.
awfully intrigued by that bracelet, Y/N,” my dad says, not even looking up from
his menu. Okay, maybe he’s not as busy as
I shrug my
shoulders and put my hands on my lap.
“Let me see,”
my dad presses, putting his menu down and reaching towards me. I obey and place
my wrist on the table in front of him, he gently lifts it and examines the
one is quite extravagant,” he muses, touching the blue and gold one. “Who gave
you that one?”
“Auston,” I mutter,
my cheeks flaming and my dad chuckles.
guessed,” he whispers more to himself than to me and I frown at him. I hadn’t
mentioned anything about Auston to either of my parents, though my mom
suspected it, I had never confirmed anything. Before I can ask, he puts my
wrist back on the table and pats my hand before turning his attention back to
weird today,” I tell him, picking up my own menu.
“What else is
new?” He asks, not looking at me and I nod in agreement.
Once I’m able
to get him to leave and into the car towards the airport, I finally ask.
“Is there a
reason you didn’t want to go back to my house before your flight?”
“What are you
talking about? We were already out, no need to go all the way home and then
back in just under two hours.” He’s talking fast and avoiding my eye contact. I
pull up to a stop light and eye him.
“Dad… I live
less than fifteen minutes from the airport…” I quirk an eyebrow at him and he
squirms in his seat, thankfully I got my poker face from my mama. “You just
going to avoid my eye contact the rest of the way?”
My dad turns
his head slightly towards me and opens his mouth but seems to think better of
it and looks forward again. “Yes.” He says and I sigh at him.
We ride in
silence the rest of the way until I pull to a stop outside the entrance, it’s a
ghost town, not a person in sight. Sadness aches in my chest, it had been so
nice having my dad with me all day, it kept my mind off of things. Now that he’s
leaving and I have to go back to an empty house, a sadness comes over me.
positive you and mom can’t just move here?” I ask him, tears in my eyes.
“Oh, Y/N, as
much as we miss you… I think you’re doing just fine on your own, baby,” he
reaches across the console and wraps his arms around me. I lean into him and nuzzle
my face into his neck.
“But I miss
you,” I whine and he laughs.
there are quite a few things you would miss in Toronto if you were to leave,”
he whispers and I can hear more behind his words.
great kid, I’m proud of you,” he squeezes me once more before letting me go and
reaching into the backseat for his briefcase.
“Love you,” I
say as he climbs out of the car.
“Love you so
much more,” he answers and winks at me, closing the door gently and tapping the
I blow him
one more kiss and wait until he gets inside the airport to pull away. A few
tears fall during my short ride home. I had thought having my dad here, even
for a day, would make me feel so much better and now that he’s gone, I feel a
hundred times worse and even more homesick. Even when I pull into my driveway, I
can’t get myself to climb out and walk inside for another ten minutes.
finally get myself composed, I step out of the car and trudge through the snow
to my front door, not even noticing the other car sitting in my driveway. I
fumble with my keys at the door, I realize my porch lights aren’t on. I tap the
glass around the out light bulb and stop myself. That is exactly how horror movies start out, dumbass. Finally
getting the door open I step in and close the door behind me before I even
realize that the lamp that I always keep on in the foyer is also off.
I hear a snap
and suddenly there’s a light near my feet and I squeal, whipping around and
pressing my back to the door looking around in a panic. Looking down at the
floor I’m surprised not to see some half eaten zombie crawling towards me but a
rope of what looks light white Christmas lights, which lead through the foyer
and into the hallway behind it.
I eye the lights for a minute and taking a deep breath, I step
To safe life was hectic would be downright an understatement, it’s the time of year where everyone gets engaged or is getting married, where it’s holiday after holiday, family gatherings, and social events, on top of work and whatever else could possibly be thrown in the mix. You throw one of the several pillows on the bed, finally finding a few minutes to spare in order to fix the bed and tidy the very disarranged bedroom. “So many Damn pillows.” You mutter to yourself, beginning to regret the decision of decorating the bed with what you thought were adoring and very necessary pillows, much to Harry’s distaste and loathe for pillows. That’s just one thing he had to compromise on, you can have as many pillows as your desire as long as they’re not too girly and frilly. You throw the black blanket to the end of the bed, startled as you see a shadow at the doorway. “What the hell are you doing?” You instantly blurt out, completely disregarding that you’re talking to the love of your life. “Hi, my day was good, thank you for asking, aw sweetie I love you too.” Harry sarcastically mocks, stepping into the bedroom.
“You scared me, sorry.” You half smile, slightly guilty for the unloving greeting.
“Mhm.” He sounds, throwing his jacket to the bed,
“So, why are you home?” You question, unsure of why he is home so early, he looks at you strangely, tilting his head as you rearrange the pillows you had just moments ago placed on the bed. “Were you expecting someone else?” He playfully questions, “because I can leave and come back” he engages in teasing, grinning as you roll your eyes,
“My other lover already left, you’re fine. Why are you home so early, you said you wouldn’t be back until seven.” You respond, beginning to pick up the clothes off the floor.
“Do you know what time it is?” He asks, standing in the middle of the room.
“Yeah, three-ish.” You respond, beginning to take the clothes to the laundry room.
“It’s seven-thirty.” He responds and you stop in your tracks.
“No it’s not.” You shake your head, looking down at your watch. “Oh no, no, no.” You mutter, hurrying down the stairs to see the groceries right where you left five hours ago. You throw the clothes swiftly in the laundry before hurrying to the kitchen and rummaging through the bags. “Harry!” You call as he’s already making his way down the stairs, he walks over to you calmly, unaware of the fact your mind is racing. “Damnit.” You mumble, pulling the ice cream out of the bag and opening it up only to see that it’s melted. “I’m screwed! Literally screwed.” You exaggerate,
“Uhm… why?” He calmly asks, taking note of your frantic behaviour as you try to put the groceries away. “My parents will be here in thirty minutes, I haven’t prepared dinner, the ice cream has melted, I have thirty minutes to cook a damn chicken because that’s what I said I’d cook. Not to mention we don’t have one Christmas decoration up besides the tree, do you know it’s Christmas? If it wasn’t for Christmas shopping I did, I wouldn’t know it was Christmas.” You vent, staring at the chicken sitting on the counter. “Oh geez.” Harry sighs, earning him a glare from you. He shakes his head before chuckling to himself. “You need to calm down. Breathe.” He instructs,
“I am breathing.” You bitterly mutter. He gently pulls you closer to him, making you face him. “We can order pizza.” He suggests and you laugh at his dim witted solution.
“Pizza? You expect my parents to eat pizza?” You question,
“Fine, I’ll go and get a chicken that’s already cooked and we will say you cooked it, as for the Christmas decorations, they’re in the basement.” He explains, the only logical thing to do is to buy a chicken and pretend you made it. “Okay, but the Christmas stuff in the basement doesn’t help, I can’t string lights and throw up a tree in ten minutes.” You unhappily mumble, starting to wish you had of kept track of time, but instead you tried to do the 201 things on the list. “We will say we’ve been busy, now put these groceries away, throw cupcakes in the oven or something, and I’ll be back with dinner.” He firmly instructs, kissing your cheek before walking away to find his keys. You do as you were told and put away the groceries that were meant to be for dinner tonight.
After anxiously waiting the front door opens and multiple bags are placed on the counter in front of you. “Bad news.” He clears his throat, your anxiety beginning to rise. “It’s snowing.” He smiles like a child, causing you to sigh heavily.
“I thought it was important news.” You groan, taking the hot food out of the bags and putting them onto serving plates. “Hey, stop.” You scold Harry as you catch him eating part of the mashed potato he brought, “hey, I’m hungry and I just fought an old man for these mashed potatoes.” He mumbles with a mouthful of food,
“Fought and old guy, huh?” You chuckle, knowing he’s over exaggerating,
“Ehh, I paid him £50” he shrugs, continuing to eat the potato. “Have you eaten? You look hungry.” He adds, shoving a spoonful of potato in your face, “I’m very hungry, but we can’t eat it all now. How do I look hungry?” You respond, continuing to plate the food.
“You’re grouchy. Eat more.” He answers, shoving another spoonful in your mouth,
“We can’t eat the food before they arrive, stop.” You whine as he keeps feeding the two of you mash potato. “Wait, you really paid a man just for the mash potato?” You curiously ask, unsure if he’s exaggerating or not. He smirks and nods. “I did, it was the last big batch.” You chuckle quietly, shaking your head at him. “What did you say?” You question,
“I said I have a stressed out girlfriend who is in desperate need of mash potatoes to go along with the chicken, and if I don’t bring her all her demands she will put me in the dog house.” Harry responds, “I’m one hundred percent serious about the wording.” He smiles shamelessly,
“You’re terrible.” You chuckle as your phone goes off with a text. “Better get that, your other boyfriend might need you.” Harry engages in playful teasing, stealing food from one of the plates. “Well…” you begin, “looks like it’s dinner just for two.” You sigh, looking up at Harry. “They’re flying to America.” You mutter joylessly,
“That’s sudden. Why?” Harry asks.
“My brother is being traded to another team, so of course dad is making sure his agent is up to speed.” You respond, a little annoyed that once again your brother has inconvenienced you, as minor as it is.
“I told you he was trade bait and he should have signed a no-trade Clause.” Harry comments, looking down at all the food. You give him a shrug, “oh well, American football and clauses are not of my concern, wanna eat?” You wear a smile, eager to eat the dinner in front of you both.
“So, how’d you manage to lose track of time?” Harry interrogates,
“Well, I had a lot to do. All the Christmas shopping is done!” You merrily exclaim, thankful that you no longer need to buy any more Christmas presents. The shopping centres are a mess and full of eager shoppers in need of Christmas presents. “Good, what did ya get me?” Harry winks with a little grin,
“I’m not tellin” you shake your head, picking at the food in front of you.
“Baby, I’ll tell you if you tell me.”
“That’s the biggest lie.”
“Harry, wait until Christmas.”
“I’m aware.” You roll your eyes, refusing to tell him what you brought him for Christmas. He doesn’t exactly need his new journal just yet, he can wait a few more days; he will survive. “C'mon, a hint?” He beams, trying to work his charm.
“No, wait until Christmas otherwise you’ll get nothing but coal and potatoes.”
“That’s what bad kids get.” He frowns,
“You’re naughty, that’s what you’ll get.” You grin, watching as he heavily sighs like a child who knows they’re not getting their own way.
“Don’t pout.” You forewarn, watching his lips pucker into a pouty face,
“Darling, I love you.” He in a sweet way comments,
“Cut it Styles, not happening.” You shake your head, refusing to even give him a hint.
“Fine.” He gives in with another sigh, “I do love you though, sometimes.” He bats an eyelash,
“Sweet, very sweet. How about you take me to see the Christmas lights and I will give you a present early.” You propose, deciding that a nice bribe might entice him to finally take you to the lights.
“Eh, I don’t know.” He frowns. Harry isn’t always a fan of the lights, he hates crowds — which is why he refrains from Christmas shopping with you. “There’s always a lot of people, love. People pushing past everyone, tired little kids, and it’s the time of year I don’t want to be stopped for pictures.”
“Harry, c'mon. You can’t hide away for Christmas.”
“I know, can you go with my sister? She wants to go.” He encourages, not having any desire to go to the lights.
“I guess.” You sigh, “but you have to make it up to me.” You bargain,
“I’ll watch the Christmas lights on our tree twinkle. Does that count?”
“No. Be romantic!” You whine, wishing he’d take this a little bit seriously.
“Okay okay, come with me.” He walks away from the food, taking himself to the Christmas tree where you follow.
“What are you doing?” You question, watching as he leans his arm between a few branches, pulling something small out.
“Y/N, I love you, there are no other words to describe how I feel, that could be because of my lack of vocabulary at the moment— don’t use this against me.” He begins, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips, “you have been the best part of me, you’ve been there through the hardest of times and somehow you manage to still love me after watching me fall countless times and scoop to all time lows. I couldn’t be more thankful to have you in my life. I uh.. I’m winging this and I’m sorry it’s not very romantic, but would you continue to be there and to love me at my worst for the rest of my life? To be my wife and my best friend?” He gets down on one knee, revealing the dark blue box and flicking it open.
“Oh my-” you gasp, your eyes viewing the diamond ring situated perfectly in the box. “Yes.” You mumble with tears beginning to fall down your cheeks, “yes, yes, yes.” You happily announce as he slides the ring on your finger.
“Does this makeup for the lights?” He smiles, leaning down and kissing you sweetly,
“Mmm, it’ll do.” You grin, looking into your future husbands eyes’ as always captivates by their gleam.
Well. I was wondering what Bergevin was going to do with Sergachev. I knew that either he was going to be a Canadien next season, or trade bait for the entire off season.
Sergachev could be a generational d-man. He’s got that potential skill and talent that could help a team to the great highest. He proved that this season with the Windsor Spitfires.
Jonathan Drouin’s time in Tampa was numbered for a lot of reasons. For one, the Lightning where very inconsistent last season. While suffering for a lack of defensive depth. While Drouin had a productive season, the most as a Lightning player since he was drafted in 2012. He would most likely be in need of a big contract extension come negotiation time.
Which is most likely why this trade happened.
Montreal needs scoring, (I would more so like a scoring center, but whatever). This season showed that a lack of scoring was the down fall of the Canadiens many times; especially in the playoffs.
Montreal has a good prospect pool of defenceman in the farm system. The issue for the Canadiens was what to do with that pool. So Bergevin, choose to trade for scoring taking a gamble of a NHL ready scoring forward.
I know that Sergachev was a great young prospect. It hurts me to see a potential start leave the team. However, with the trade for Shea Weber, nearly a year old, and with just a first round exit as the result.
The “win now” mentality needs to be fully embraced. The Canadiens organization can’t keep flip flopping between embracing for the future, and going into a win now ideology; especially with Carey Price being a free-agent next year.
I’m going to miss the potential of Sergachev, he could be star in the making. But this team needed a dynamic young forward. And we have one now in Drouin.