Note: updates are inconsistent 'cause I got stuff going on life
NHL Imagines and One Shots. This may contain smut so yeah (every other story is smut, by the way.) Idk what else to say here. Have fun reading.
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My husband called me and I put the phone up to my ear and sighed. "Hey, I know you're probably heartbroken-"
"Heartbroken?" Matt said, confused. "Sure, I'm sad, but it's not like Bergy's dead or anything! I'm not gonna let it ruin my life, too."
"I guess." I replied.
"Anyway, Y/N, I was calling because the boys are throwing a party in honor of his career—do you wanna come with me?" He asked.
"I'll give it a try." I said.
"I'll tell you more about it when I get home, sweetheart." He said. The both of us talked for a while and I got fairly excited for this party. We said our goodbyes then he hung up and went on with his day.
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"Come on Y/N, we're gonna be late!" Matt hollered from the other side of the bathroom door. I rolled my eyes and continued applying my makeup. The party wasn't due to start until half an hour from now, I had time.
I finished getting ready and walked out the bathroom, then he gave me a kiss. "You look so amazing, sweetheart."
"I know, and you do too." I said and the both of us left the apartment. We got in the car and several minutes later we arrived at the party venue—one of his friend's houses. It was nice to see his teammates again after a while.
A couple minutes passed and we were in the house with a bunch of other people partying. One of my husband's teammates walked up to us with a can of beer in his hand and smiled. "Hey, Matt. Welcome to the party!"
"Hey, Brad!" Matt said and shook his hand.
"I wonder who's gonna be the next captain, maybe it'll be me." Brad replied.
"Who knows?" Matt said. "Whoever it may be, I'm sure we'll have a great captain."
"Not as great as Bergy." Brad said, pouting. My husband gave him a hug and pat him on the back.
