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communication, cale makar

A knock on your door at 11 pm was unusual. You weren't expecting anybody, so opened the door cautiously. The last thing you expected was Cale Makar standing there. 

Your lips parted in shock, "What are you doing here?" You asked him. He was wearing an Avalanche playoffs sweatshirt with gym shorts, he had wet hair, so you assumed he came here right after the game ended. 

"Why are you ignoring me?" He questioned you, his face showing tiredness and sadness. 

Your head jerked back at the tone of this voice, "I'm not ignoring you," You said. 

He pushed past you and walked into your apartment, "You barely text me, and when you do you're texting dry." 

You wrapped your arms around your stomach and shrugged uncomfortably, not knowing how to answer. 

"Why?" He sighed. 

"I didn't want to bother you," You whispered, shrugging again. 

He looks confused, "How would you bother me?" 

"If I texted you a lot, it might have annoyed you." 

He sighed in relief and then walked up to you, wrapping you into a hug and placing his chin on your head. "You need to stop overthinking." 

"I didn't want to bother you," You whispered. He was absolutely right, you two were in a relatively new relationship and you had a habit of overthinking everything. Leading to you ignoring Cale so he wouldn't get distracted from playing. 

He chuckled, "I was worried that you were ghosting me, Y/N, I was scared," He murmured, placing a kiss on your forehead. 

You frowned, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that." 

"I know, baby, but you don't have to tiptoe around me anymore. Tell me what you are feeling." 

You nodded against his chest, "I will, but if I'm doing something just tell me," You tell him knowing that you had a habit of not telling people how you really feel. 

"M'kay," He muttered. "You could make it up for me," He wiggled his eyebrows. 

You smiled, "How can I make it up to you?" 

"Sleepover?" He suggested. 

You nodded, biting your cheek to contain the smile on your face. "Come on, my little hockey player." 

"I'm not little," He scoffed and pulled you into the bed with him. 

"Whatever you say," You teasingly sang. 

He huffed and pulled you into his grasp. Your head laying on his chest and his hands circled around your lower back with his head buried into your neck.

"I thought you were breaking up with me," His voice came muffled through your hair. "The guys were chirping me for checking my phone so much," He whispered, but his voice held some emotion. "I really like you, Y/N, please don't do that again."

You sadly smiled and kissed his cheek, "I promise. Unfortunately, you are stuck with me." 

He pulled out from your neck and kissed you on the lips, "Wouldn't have it any other way," He smiled against your lips.