Hockey Imagines

Johnny Gaudreau

sourcherrylife

It was a awfully cold evening, like any other really, since you did live in Canada after all. You admire the view from your window, snowflakes scattered everywhere. Surrounding your home was blissful white, reminding you exactly why you loved the season.

You suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist, trailing their way to the bump in your belly. "Hey, love, we should head to bed don't you think?" Your husband, Johnny, hums his question.

You turn around and softly place a kiss on his soft lips. "I guess we should, huh," you say. He nods repeatedly like a little child, letting you know how anxious he is to get to bed.

"I mean, babe, this little guy needs his rest," Johnny insists, rubbing his hand across your enlarged stomach. You adored the way your husband would stay up all night talking to your little guy, and even though he never responded, Johnny was happier than a pig in mud. Yes, you hated the fact you could barely walk around corners without bumping into something. Not to mention the fact you could no longer see your toes. But in the end, you knew it would be all worth it, cradling your son in your arms early in the morning.

You wrap your arms around his waist and shut your eyes. Johnny rubs your back knowing how badly it occasionally ached. "He's been kicking a whole lot today," you confess, laughing a little as you speak the words.

Your husband's torso vibrates as he chuckles softly. "Is that so?" You glance up at Johnny once more, admiring his sparkling dark eyes and the contagious smile spread across his face.

"Let's get to bed, shall we?"

You waddle off into the living room, shutting off the last set of lights. Just as you turn to head to your bedroom, you fell a streak of something run down your leg. Immediately, you denied it due to the fact you were tired, but after reconsidering what had just happened, the blood in your face fell.

"Hey Hun! You might wanna keep those lights on!" You call. You really didn't want to be a bother, especially after he had tucked himself in and everything. But when it came for desperate times like these, you couldn't help but disturb your husband.

"Why's that love," he hollers back, his voice drowsy.

"Because my water just broke," you answer back, still staring down at the wet carpet spot beneath you.

You hear Johnny laugh as he then says, "yeah, yeah, ok baby. Look, I love you and all, but I'm exhausted! Tomorrow we can joke."

You loved using the whole pregnancy thing to your advantage. After a long game of Johnny's, you'd act a scene where your water broke. The look on his face was always priceless, he always appeared more nervous than he usually did, and his face went ghostly white.

You groan in frustration as you rub your temple. "Babe, do you really think I'd joke about this? It's time, in all seriousness."

You wait in agony for a few instants. At first you heard not one thing, only utter silence up until a large bang took place. You assume Johnny fell as he rushed to seek the hospital bag. Something along the lines of that at least, he was always clumsy.

"I'm coming!" He yells, fear pitched in his voice. As he bolted down the stairs with nothing but his boxers on, you noticed how lively he looked. Obviously he wasn't tired, and you were glad he was fully awake, otherwise you doubted you'd be able to get through labor with your husband fast asleep beside you.

You watch him bolt outside the door into the freezing winter air, shouting "shit! It's cold!" You patiently await for him to burst into the house, scrambling to find his pants and a decent looking top. Not to mention the hassle that'll occur when he has to put on his coat and practically his whole winter snowsuit. And afterwards, once he's ready and whatnot, he'll rush to start the car. But just before he leaves, he'll realize that you weren't with him. And just as you predicted, the exact same thing happened.