NHL & Umich fics

Babe, c'mon.-E.E

I stood in the doorway of my apartment, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My boyfriend, Ethan, stood in front of me, looking both confused and annoyed.

"Babe, c'mon," he said, holding out his arms as if to hug me.

I stepped back, shaking my head. "I'm not your 'babe' when I'm pissed off!"

Ethan's brow furrowed. "What did I do now?"

I let out a frustrated sigh. "You're always hanging with your teammates Ethan. We never spend any time together anymore."

"they are my friends, what you don't want me to have friends?" he said, his tone defensive.

"I understand that, but it feels like you don't make any effort to make time for me anymore," I replied, my voice growing louder.

Ethan let out a sigh of his own. "I do make an effort, but my friends are important too, I can't just drop everything whenever you want to hang out."

"I'm not asking you to drop everything," I said, my voice shaking with anger. "I just want to feel like you care about spending time with me."

Ethan stepped forward, his hands outstretched again. "Of course I care about spending time with you," he said, trying to pull me into a hug.

I pushed him away. "If you don't hug me right now I think I might fall apart," I said, my voice trembling.

Ethan let out a frustrated groan. "I can't win with you, can I?"

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I stared at him. "I just feel like you're never here anymore. We never go out or do anything fun together. I miss the way things used to be."

I shook my head, feeling a lump form in my throat. "I don't want to be one of those couples who never spend time together."

Ethan sighed, running his hand through his hair. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'll try to make more time for us, I promise."

I nodded, feeling some of the tension leave my body. "Okay," I said softly. "I just need to know that you still care about me."

Ethan pulled me into a tight embrace, resting his chin on my head. "I do care about you, more than anything," he said. "I'm sorry if I've been neglecting you."

I buried my face in his chest, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. "It's okay," I whispered. "I just want us to be okay."

Ethan kissed the top of my head. "We will be, I promise."

As we stood there in each other's arms, I felt a sense of hope for our relationship. We still had some work to do, but I knew that with effort and communication, we could make things right again.