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As you waited in the living room of your boyfriend's house sitting with his mom you were filled with excitement watching the car pull into the driveway you were overflowing with joy. Your boyfriend had been traveling everywhere, after all, he was the top NHL prospect for the upcoming draft. You had been there for him throughout his junior career and were ready to go with him to where his career took him. You heard the front door open and heard bags drop to the floor. You and his mom both stood up to meet him at the front door.
"You're home," she exclaimed pulling her son in for a hug. You stood a distance behind her, as she pressed a kiss on his cheek. He looked up at you embarrassed, leaving you giggling.
"Yup missed you too Mom," he said trying to push her away.
"Hey Y/N,"
"Hey, Mr. B," it was nice his Dad came back from Vancouver to pick him up from the airport to bring him back to Regina. Finally, after escaping his mom's grip he made his way to you.
"I missed you, like a lot," he said hugging you.
"I know you did, I missed you too Connor," you smiled. You rested your head on his shoulder as he pulled you tighter.
"Like so much," he let you go, "cmon let's go upstairs,"
"I'll help you unpack," you winked at his parents sitting in the living room. They both nodded knowing that Connor would never unpack without motivation. The two of you carried his things upstairs after unpacking his pads in the garage. He dropped his bags on the floor and flopped on his bed letting out a large sigh. You shut the door behind you and saw Connor laying down.
"Connor,"
"What." He sighed again.
"What's wrong,"
"Nothing let's just unpack," he sat up and kneeled beside you as you opened the suitcase.
"Okay now I know something is up, I'll unpack you lay down, and talk," you said taking out his folded clothes and putting his laundry in the basket in the room. He lay there silent as you quickly unpacked his clothes. You finished and sat down on the bed next to him, lifting his head and resting it in your lap.
"Y/N it's really nothing I'm just tired," he frowned.
"Con, you know you can tell me anything, please tell me what's wrong," you said playing with his hair. You gazed into his eyes as he slowly blinked, his frown turned into a straight face as he sat up.
"This whole thing is just a lot you know? I'm THE Connor Bedard it's a lot of pressure, I love hockey Y/N it's my life, and I spend all of my time training and working at it, and no one gets to see I'm just a person, even if I have done this to myself."
"It's not your fault you like working hard Connor, you are so amazing I don't know how you do it, I could never focus that much on one thing without getting sick of it, I'm so proud of you Connor." You smiled pulling him in for another hug.
"Thank you Y/N," he kissed your cheek. You could feel yourself blushing. Connor stood up and fiddled through his drawers, pulling out a muscle shirt and shorts. You hadn't realized he was still in his traveling clothes, you didn't care because you thought he looked good in anything and everything.
"Getting more comfortable?" You asked him.
"I am home after all," he opened the door of his room, "I'll be right back, I gotta shower," you nodded as he left the room. You fiddled on your phone through your social media seeing everything on your feed be Connor doing workouts or playing hockey. You kept scrolling until the door opened, but it was a sight you weren't expecting. Connor walked in with wet hair, holding up the towel tied around his waist, digging into another drawer quickly, and pulling something out. You couldn't help your jaw-dropping, it's not like you hadn't seen Connor without a shirt before but you weren't expecting that tonight.
"Forgot something," he blushed smiling at you, "Y/N stop staring you're freaking me out," he said sarcastically with a smirk. Your eyes grew even wider, he left the room chuckling to himself, and within seconds he was back, pulling the muscle shirt over his head as he came in, ruffling his damp hair once he got it on. He sat on the bed next to you now fully dressed. You hugged his arm and rested your head on his shoulder, rubbing your hand along his bicep. You gave it a gentle little squeeze causing him to smirk at you once more, making it tighter.
"How did I know that's what you wanted?" he grinned. You rolled your eyes at him,
"Lucky guess,"
"Oh yeah sure, you eyeballing me after the shower didn't give it away at all," he teased.
"Shut up," you shoved him, you let go of his arm.
"I don't think I will," he grinned. You scooted away from him on the bed crossing your arms as you rested your back on one of his pillows.
"Hmph," you pouted, he gave no response, you did it again sparking a reaction from him.
"What?" he said rolling over onto his stomach, "you mad at me?"
"I might be... if only there was something that could make me not mad," you played dumb.
"Hmm, I wonder what I could do," he matched your tone. You shrugged leaving him staring at you.
"Any ideas,"
"This," he pushed himself up moving closer to you, leaning in to meet your lips with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck rubbing it gently, you could feel the tension at ease as you deepened the kiss. You both opened your eyes signaling a breath of air.
"I think I missed that the most," you said kissing his forehead as his head fell into your stomach. He rolled over and sat back up,
"Me too, you know what I could use right now though," he said with his back facing you.
"What, what does my baby need?"
"One of my girl's famous shoulder rubs," he smirked knowing exactly what he was doing. You would never pass up an opportunity to rub Connor's shoulders after a practice or game or training.
"At your service," you placed a kiss on his cheek. You firmly massaged his shoulders as he began to talk.
"This, this is the life right here, you, me, and relaxation," he sighed.
"I wish it could be like this all the time,"
"Me too babe, me too," he said looking back at you. You let go of his shoulders as he laid back on your chest.
"Love you, Connor,"
"Love you too Y/N," he smiled. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips once again before you two began talking about your long weeks.
