Mighty ducks imagine/ preference

Stuck with my future husband. (F. Reed)

As I stepped out of the shower, I couldn't help but notice Fulton's hoodie in his practice bag. I quickly slipped it on, enjoying the warmth and scent of my boyfriend. Fulton, who was changing into his sweats, couldn't help but smile as he watched me.

"You look good in my hoodie," he said, his voice low and husky.

I grinned at him, "I think it's my new favorite outfit."

We headed out of the locker room to find that all the doors were locked. Panic set in as we tried every door, only to find them all locked. Fulton suggested we try the payphone outside, but it was too cold to go out.

Fulton quickly grabbed a bunch of towels, laying them down on the bench. He motioned for me to lay down on top of him, wrapping his arms around my waist as I snuggled into his chest. We talked for hours, laughing and sharing stories until we finally drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the sound of the team laughing and staring at us. I blushed as Connie teased us, "Looks like you two had a good time last night."

Fulton didn't seem to care about the teasing. Instead, he wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his head into my neck. I felt nothing but love.

"I love you," he whispered.

I turned around, kissing him passionately before getting my hockey stick. We skated out onto the rink, ready for practice, but all I could think about was how lucky I was to be "stuck" with my future husband.

After practice, we headed to the cafe for some hot cocoa. Fulton took my hand, and we sat down at a cozy table by the window.

"I can't believe we got stuck like that," I said, still feeling a little shaken.

Fulton chuckled, "It wasn't so bad. At least we had each other."

I smiled, feeling grateful for his positive attitude. "I'm glad we were together too."