The sens had just lost their last game on the 6 game road-trip going 1-5. It was quite possibly one of the worst things that could happen to them.
I knew that my boyfriend Brady would not be happy when he gets home.
Being the captain of the team he takes these losses a little personally, and he thinks that he is the reason that they have done not too well the entire season.
I decided to shoot Brady a quick text telling him that I couldn't wait to see him when he got home, and that he did a great job tonight even though the outcome wasn't as good as they wanted. I hoped it would cheer him up on the plane home from Detroit.
I texted him about 2 hours ago, so I knew that he would be home soon. I had cleaned our house earlier, and made sure to stock up on Brady's favorite foods and drinks to make sure he could have things he liked when he got home.
I got a text from him saying that he was on his way, so I got our favorite show ready to watch. That's what we normally did whenever he had a bad game or road-trip.
When Brady got home he mumbled something about going upstairs to take a shower.
After a while I started to worry, he never took this long to take a shower at home after a game.
After turning off the TV, I walked upstairs to our bedroom to be greeted with a crying Brady. This wasn't anything normal. It was heartbreaking. I looked at him for a second to see if anything would change, but nothing happened. He was just facing towards the window with his head in his hands sobbing.
"B, baby. Talk to me about it." I say as I pull Brady into a tight hug.
"God- It was so bad. This whole trip was bad, but this last one jus- fuck. It was so bad y/n."
We both moved to a more comfortable position to talk. Laying down on the bed, his head on my chest.
"I don't understand. How can we be doing this bad. I'm trying so hard. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I can't seem to do anything right anymore."
"Brady, you know that's not true. You're just going through a rough patch right now. You've got to stop taking the blame for everything. You're not the only person on the team. Stop letting this fall on you. Just breathe baby. Whenever I'm watching you at games I can see that you're in your head, beating yourself up. I can't have you doing that."
He looked up at me with teary eyes.
"How do I stop putting this on myself though y/n? I'm the captain. It's my responsibility to lead the team every game, and I can't even do that."
He was so defeated. It broke my heart to see him like this. I barely know what was going on in that crazy mind of his, but I'm determined to help him.
"Braeden Tkachuck. Stop putting this on yourself. You're growing as a player with everyone else on your team. By leading them you're also learning. Cut yourself some slack. It's different this year, being that you're a new captain. You have a different view of everything, but that doesn't mean that every loss, or bad game is your fault."
"But-" Brady started.
"No buts, we can go on for days. Just believe in yourself babe. That's all I'm asking. It'll take a lot off your plate if you stop being so hard on yourself. Now, I'm going to bed. Goodnight, I love you. I'll see you in the morning." I said, kissing his cheek after I was done.
"G'night..." He didn't even get to finish his sentence before he fell asleep. Finally getting to rest his body and mind.
