You sat in the kitchen making dinner for yourself. In the living room the Blackhawks vs. Stars game was on. Ever so often you were glancing in the room to check up on how to game was going and how your husband, Brandon Bollig, was doing. The microwave beeped right as you heard the announcers.
“And now we are going to have Bollig dropping the gloves!”
You forgot about your food completely and ran into the living room. On tv Brandon and Antonie Roussel we completely going at it. You watched nervously, but celebrated every time he connected a punch. The refs finally jumped in. You sighed in relief as he skated to the penalty box with his middle finger up at Roussel. You laughed in relief and walked back to the kitchen. You took your frozen dinner back to the couch and sat cross legged waiting for Brandon to come out of the penalty box. Once he was back on the bench the camera zoomed in on the players and you could see the extremely bad black eye your husband was getting. You choked on your food. You saw someone come over and take him back to the locker room for what you assumed was ice.
“Damn it, Bolly…” You muttered.
A few minutes later he was back on the ice and skating fine. You carefully watched him for the rest of the game, but nothing else extraordinary happened to him.
A few hours later you were sitting in the living room waiting for Brandon to get home. Finally, you heard the front door open. In came Brandon carrying his bag with a smirk on his face.
You glared halfheartedly, “You idiot…”
He laughed and pulled you up off the couch. “Ouch, love you too.”
You cracked a smiled and gave him a kiss. “Sit down… I’ll get ice.” You laughed.
You heard Brandon set down his bag and plop himself onto the couch as you left. When you came back he had turned on the tv and was watching the game. You shook your head while handing him the ice pack.
“Did I at least win?” Brandon asked.
Amused, you responded, “Yes… You did.” The smile that filled his face made you laugh.
“Why did you guys even start fighting?”
Brandon shrugged, “I don’t know. Our other team mates were starting to fight, so I just looked at Roussel and said ‘Hey do you want to fight?’ and he said ‘Yeah man’ and then the gloves were off and that was that.”
You sat down next to your husband, “That’s kind of hot actually.” You saw him grin. “Hey! That doesn’t mean you should keep doing it. Now I gotta look at your busted face for a few weeks.” You joked.
For the rest of the night you and Brandon sat and watched post game and pregame that you had recorded. You both laughed as they recapped the fight and made comments. You looked to your side over at him.
“I love you.” You said with a smile. He looked away from the tv and looked to you.
“I love you too, babe.”
-Ashley
