Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Playoff Loss One-Shot

This is so like idek

But yeah

Guys I love looch so much ok he's just such an important part of my life and I love him so much

Anyway this is a "Bruins don't make the playoffs and Dax and Milan argue" one shot

Enjoy x
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Milan and I were both silent. Everyone was silent. Patrice was crying, Tuukka wasn't looking at any of us, and Brad's jaw was clenched, trying not to cry. I hated seeing them like this.

I squeezed Milan's hand before getting up and going over to Patrice and Brad's row.

"Hey," I said softly.

"Hey Dax," Brad looked up, an exhausted and fake smile on his lips. He elbowed Patrice.

"Oh, yeah. Hi, Dax," Patrice said, his voice cracking.

"I'm sorry," I offered.

"Me too," he replied somberly.

"You know you can talk to me, Patrice," I said softly.

"Maybe I don't want to talk, Dax!" he snapped. Then he sighed. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. You're just as upset as the rest of us."

"It's alright, love." I stood up and kissed his head. Then I tousled Brad's hair and went back to sit with Milan. The sleeve of his suit jacket was soft, and I buried my head in it. Milan wrapped his arm around me.

"I love you," I mumbled. He sighed, and he tiredly said,

"I love you too, Dax."

"We're all being evaluated. No one's safe, Milan," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. And then I heard,

"Will Gregory Campbell and Daniel Paille please come to the front of the plane?"

I felt numb. And then it hit me: Piesy and Soupy's contracts were done. And I started to cry.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Milan asked softly. My voice trembled.

"Their contracts, Milan," I whispered. "Their contracts."

Milan immediately understood, and he wrapped his arms around me.

"This blows," he said miserably.

"All of it," I added.

"You don't fucking say?" he snapped.

"Don't get pissy with me," I snapped back. "It's not my fault, so don't act like it is. None of us are safe, so stop being an asshole. I've known them equally long as you, so stop acting like you're the only one losing something. I'm losing Katie, too, not just Danny and Greg."

"But they're my best friends," he argued.

"Guess what? They're mine too. So chill the fuck out," I spat. Then I stood up. "I'm going to sit with Adam and Torey. You can sit here and pout like a child."

I got up, and Milan didn't say anything. I made my way to the back of the plane, phone and headphones in hand. I sat across from Torey and next to Adam. Adam didn't say anything, but he put his arm around me.

"What's wrong, Dax?" Adam asked. My eyes pricked with tears.

"Greg and Danny," I said softly. Adam kissed the top of my head, and Torey reached across the seat and squeezed my knee.

"It'll be alright. We'll find a way."

"My best friend," I mumbled, and I closed my eyes until the flight ended.

-

"Dax. Dax. C'mon, babe. Dax!"

Milan groaned and slammed his palms on the steering wheel. I looked out the window, my arms crossed across my chest.

"Look, I get you're pissed, but you didn't have to go canoodle with Adam!" he snapped.

"Shut the fuck up," I said quietly.

"Oh, got it. Now you're defending him."

"Shut up!" I yelled. "Stop being such a fucking asshole! You're acting like such a jealous dick! I love Adam, alright, but he's like a brother to me! Just like everyone else on the goddamn team! So stop being a jealous asshole. I sat with Adam and cried with him because you were to busy bitching and moaning about Greg and Danny. So you can kiss my ass."

"Babe," he sighed.

"You act like I'd step out on you. You act like you can't trust me, and you know damn well you can. We have a kid together, Milan. Why the hell would I step out on you when you're everything to me?" I asked softly.

"Babe," he sighed again.

"Please, Milan," I shook my head. He sighed.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said softly.

"I know," I replied. He sighed again.

"Babe, I love you. You know that. I'm so in love with you that sometimes I act like a douchebag and I get overprotective and I get jealous and I'm sorry, babe," he said softly, and he squeezed my hand. I sighed.

"It's alright, Looch," I said softly, and I leaned over and kissed his cheek. "I just....You know I love Adam like a brother, that's all."

"I know. I was being a dickhead. Now let's get home and we can make up, ok?" he asked. I grinned.

"Does that translate to make out, Mr. Lucic?" I asked. He smirked.

"Maybe."