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"I can't believe you're going to the All Star game! That's amazing!" Dawson yelled through the phone. Liliane nodded in agreement.

"Who from the devils is going? I haven't been able to look yet." Liliane asked. Dawson's grin only increased at the question.

"Jack, but he's not able to go and Jesper was asked to replace him and I was asked to go and help with some of the events. Like keeping fans entertained and stuff, not actual hockey." Dawson spoke. Liliane squealed and shook her phone.

"Really? I can't wait to see you! A whole weekend, mon amour!" Liliane yelled in excitement. Dawson nodded with a smile.

"I'm going to spend every minute with you, you're going to be sick of me." Dawson said proudly. Liliane rolled her eyes playfully.

"I'll never get sick of you. You can quote me on that too." Liliane laughed. Dawson grinned at her through the phone.

"I love you so much." Dawson said. His smile became soft as he whispered to the phone.

"I love you too. Peu importe la distance." Liliane grinned.

"No matter the distance... I like that." Dawson said.

...

Dawson was panicking as he sat in his team-bought hotel room. There was a small something burning his jacket pocket. He had his doubts... but he knows everything will work out.

He was waiting for Liliane to call him for dinner. She made the plans in Toronto and he just didn't have a clue where they were going.

Then his phone rang.

"Dude, I'm outside the hotel. Come out here." Liliane laughed. Dawson quickly gets on his shoes that were by his hotel bed.

"I'll be there in a second." Dawson said before he hung up the phone. He practically ran through the hotel hallway and into the elevator. When the doors finally opened to the lobby Dawson ran out as quick as possible. He saw Liliane and he slowed down. He opened his arms as Liliane spots him. She crashes into him and takes a deep breath in.

"Bonjour, Dawson." Liliane spoke. Dawson hums at the sound of her voice.

"Hello, my beautiful girl. I missed you so much." Dawson said back. His arms somehow wrap around Liliane tighter.

"Je ne veux plus jamais te laisser partir." Liliane whispered. Dawson didn't say anything back, whether it be he was waiting for her to translate or he just wanted to take this moment in, Liliane didn't mind. She wanted to be held by Dawson for the rest of her life.

...

Dawson pulls the box out of his pocket and takes a breath in. His eyes move around the girl before him and he finally feels as if the time is right.

"Liliane." Dawson lifts the box over the table and the girl's eyes instantly fall on it. Her eyes widen and Dawson takes a second before he speaks again.

"I'm not proposing yet." He laughs. Liliane's mood seems to calm at those words.

"But, I do want to give this to you." Dawson opens the box and shows it to Liliane before handing it to her. He waits again for some sort of reaction from Liliane.

"It's a knot that's loose. One that plans on being tied sometime in the future." Dawson gazes into Liliane's eyes, looking for an answer.

"I want to marry you, Liliane. I truely do, but I also know that neither of us are ready for that. Not right now. Not while we're living across the country from each other." Dawson places a hand on Liliane's free hand. Liliane looks up at him with a soft smile.

"Oh Dawson... this is perfect." Liliane whispers as she leans over the table to plant a kiss on Dawson's cheek.

"I love you so, so much. If you were to ask me tonight, if I'd marry you. I'd say yes. I know we both shouldn't, not right now, but I would do it. I would do anything for you because I know we can work through anything together." Liliane says with a smile on her face. She grabs Dawson's hand, the one that was resting on her own.

"If everything keeps looking up for us, I'll propose during the off-season." Dawson smiles. Liliane nods.

"If anything just take me to a priest without asking. I'll say yes either way." Liliane laughs. Dawson looks down at their intertwined hands with a bright smile on his face.

"I'll make it a surprise." Dawson says before their waiter arrives with their food.

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