Hockey Imagines

Mitch Marner

Yendysnook

The noise of your household was awfully noisy. With the television blaring from the speakers and your two small children screaming and chasing each other. Besides only clearly listening to your daughter sass your son, Dora was blabbering on about something in Spanish. You couldn't catch a break, and considering you weren't at all a deep sleeper, napping wasn't another option.

Mitch has gone out with his close buddies for the day, wether he was skating or just hiking, you didn't know. The past months had been extremely difficult for the two of you, so you insisted he head out for the day with his childhood friends.

You slowly walk over to the island in the centre of your kitchen, taking a seat on the chair. You rub your temples in attempt of trying to keep yourself from yelling frantically at your seemingly innocent kids.

"Mommy!" Your son, S/N, speaks up. With your daughter standing shyly beside him, S/N begins rambling on and on about how you should punish D/N for pulling his perfected hair.

"D/N, please do mommy a huge favour and stop bugging S/N," you tell her as calmly as you possibly could, your voice gentle and convincing. She pouted in a way that reflected Mitch, the same eyes and all.

The phone began ringing that laid beside your hand on the countertop. You weren't exactly in the greatest mood for another time occupying chat with your mother, admitting you had a slight migraine and such. You look over to see who was calling, and to your surprise, it was your husband. He rarely ever called you when he went out, very odd that he would change so suddenly.

Needless to say, you answer the phone. "Hey baby," you smile, expecting the cheery voice of an angel you called yours.

"Oh, uh, hi Y/N," spoke the unfamiliar voice. After furrowing your eyebrows and running guesses as to who was on the other end, it suddenly clicked. It was Chris, just one of the many friends Mitch had.

You scratch your head in confusion, "hello Chris." With your mind spinning, you were clueless when trying to solve what was going on. Never once has one one of his peers picked up his phone.

After he briefly ranted the whole incident that had occurred. Your hand flies to your mouth as soon as the words escape his mouth, the very words you didn't want to hear. Mitch was in the hospital. Immediately, horrifying premonition stirred within you, ultimately causing you to break down.

"What's wrong mommy?" D/N asks, the look of horror imprinted on her small youthful face.

"Daddy's in the hospital," you announce weakly, your soft drained voice cracking. You felt like you wanted to fall. Hoping it was all just an illusion caused from your increasingly pounding headache, you shake your head in disbelief.

Chris hadn't fully explained what had happened, the only thing he really mentioned was that they were out in the woods exploring a famous park down the path and out of nowhere he saw Mitch on the ground. Apparently, to Chris' words, your husband was unconscious full of drooping blood.

Your two children fall to the ground, whaling because of the fact their father was in the hospital for some unknown reason. You glance down at them. The sight just making you want to curl up beside them and cry alongside. But you knew you had to set the proper imagine for them, and crying lost of hope was not what you were going to do in front of them.

"Shhh, it's okay," you hum soothingly, "daddy's okay." You weren't even sure if you were lying or not. Having no reliable information made it much more difficult to depict what his condition was.

Simply thinking back to days prior, smiling and giggling with Mitch as the two of you strolled through the baby store's aisles hand-in-hand, made you want to cry. You considered maybe it was because of your whacked harmonies, or maybe even because of the fact you were reduced the awful news.