TMD; The Mighty Ducks; Preferences and Imagines

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕- 𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕤 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕫𝕒; 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕧𝕚𝕔𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤

𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪; luismendozaispookie

Luis cherished every moment with his son Rodrigo, their bond forged through shared passions like watching movies and playing hockey together. They often spent their weekends at the local rink, where Luis would lace up his skates with a smile that masked the discomfort he felt in his knees.

One crisp Saturday morning, they arrived early at the rink. Luis slid onto the bench, wincing slightly as he tightened his skate laces. Rodrigo, eager to hit the ice, glanced over with concern etched on his face.

"Dad, are you okay?" Rodrigo asked, his brow furrowing as he noticed his father's subtle grimace.

Luis waved off his son's concern with a reassuring smile. "Just a bit stiff today, nothing to worry about. Ready for some one-on-one drills?"

Rodrigo nodded, but his worry lingered as they started skating. As they practiced passing and shooting, Luis winced more noticeably after a particularly vigorous round of shots on goal.

"Dad, maybe we should take a break," Rodrigo suggested, skating over to his father's side.

Luis hesitated, his pride in keeping up with his son warring with the pain in his joints. "I'm okay, buddy. Let's keep going."

But Rodrigo wasn't convinced. "You don't have to push yourself so hard. We can come back another time."

Luis admired his son's concern, wishing he could hide his discomfort better. "Thanks, Rodrigo. Maybe you're right. How about we grab a snack and watch that new superhero movie you wanted to see?"

Rodrigo's face lit up at the suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds awesome!"

They skated off the ice together, Luis's steps a bit slower than usual. As they settled in with popcorn and soda in hand, Rodrigo glanced at his dad, his admiration mingled with worry.

Luis cherished every moment with his son Rodrigo, their bond forged through shared passions like watching movies and playing hockey together. They often spent their weekends at the local rink, where Luis would lace up his skates with a smile that masked the discomfort he felt in his knees.

One crisp Saturday morning, they arrived early at the rink. Luis slid onto the bench, wincing slightly as he tightened his skate laces. Rodrigo, eager to hit the ice, glanced over with concern etched on his face.

"Dad, are you okay?" Rodrigo asked, his brow furrowing as he noticed his father's subtle grimace.

Luis waved off his son's concern with a reassuring smile. "Just a bit stiff today, nothing to worry about. Ready for some one-on-one drills?"

Rodrigo nodded, but his worry lingered as they started skating. As they practiced passing and shooting, Luis winced more noticeably after a particularly vigorous round of shots on goal.

"Dad, maybe we should take a break," Rodrigo suggested, skating over to his father's side.

Luis hesitated, his pride in keeping up with his son warring with the pain in his joints. "I'm okay, buddy. Let's keep going."

But Rodrigo wasn't convinced. "You don't have to push yourself so hard. We can come back another time."

Luis admired his son's concern, wishing he could hide his discomfort better. "Thanks, Rodrigo. Maybe you're right. How about we grab a snack and watch that new superhero movie you wanted to see?"

Rodrigo's face lit up at the suggestion. "Yeah, that sounds awesome!"

They skated off the ice together, Luis's steps a bit slower than usual. As they settled in with popcorn and soda in hand, Rodrigo glanced at his dad, his admiration mingled with worry.