Natalie's POV
I could barely stay in my seat as the final three seconds ticked away up on the scoreboard. When those three seconds had ticked away, Ian's team would be the league champs.
The horn finally sounded and the ice was soon cluttered with the gloves, helmets, and sticks of the players as the team piled onto the goalie, per tradition.
After a short presentation of trophies, including the league playoff MVP trophy that was given out to the player who had stolen my heart a year and a half ago, the fans were invited out to join in on the celebration. I quickly made my way onto the ice to find Ian. My search was interrupted by the blue-eyed devil himself.
"We did it!" he exclaimed, sweeping me off my feet and into his sweaty, jersey-clad arms.
"Congrats," I smiled as he put me back down.
"Thank you," he smiled in return, kissing me on the forehead, "You're looking at the one and only playoff MVP right here."
"Oh am I now?" I grinned.
"That you are my dear," he said, picking me up once again and spinning me around.
"Ian!" I giggled, "Put me down! You're making me dizzy!"
"I guess I could," he sighed, putting me down once again, "I have an important question to ask you."
"No, I won't make breakfast tomorrow morning," I laughed, that was typically his question when I came up to Salem or he came and stayed with me for the weekend.
"Dang it," he said, "but that wasn't the question. I have a mature adult question for you."
"Uh oh," I smirked as he pulled me closer.
"What would you say if I asked you," he whispered in my ear.
"Spit it out!" I whisper yelled with a grin.
"Natalie Jane Simmons, will you marry me?"
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Roller Coaster
ChickLitIt's been almost two years since Natalie Simmons and Ian Pearson started dating. Now, Natalie has her freshman year of college under her belt and Ian just finished up his final year of junior hockey. When fall rolls around. Natalie and Ian are faced...
