imagines

•get well• {rob gronkowski}

Did it touch your heart
When you read my love letter?

"Are you sure you are well enough to go to the game?" Rob asked. We were already in the team bus to Lambeau for the game against the Green Bay Packers. Rob was sitting next to me and our arms were touching just enough to give me goosebumps.

"I'm fine Rob. It's just a little cold," I promised him. I gave him a little shove to further prove my point that I was fine. My Pom Pom almost fell on the ground as the bus hit a large bump, probably because of the snow that covered the road.

"Vanessa, you realize we are in Green Bay. They don't call this place 'The Frozen Tundra' just for fun. I think you should stay in the locker room," Rob said. He looked at me and his eyes showed that he was more worried than his words suggested.

"And I think you should worry about the game and less about me. I'm going to be fine, it can't be much worse than New England," I assured him. I've been a cheerleader for the Patriots for three years now, and I've experienced some pretty cold games in Boston.

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I was wrong. This weather was much worse than New England. It was only a little after halftime when I began to wish I had listened to Rob. The wind blew wickedly against my face, causing tears to freeze in my cheeks. My teeth chartered simultaneously with the seconds ticking off of the game clock. I desperately wished the second would tick by faster so I could just go back to the hotel and crawl into my nice and warm bed. My nose was running faster than our running back on the last first down. This was crazy. I hate when Rob is right. I should have listened to him. "Vanessa you should just go in and warm up, we don't want you getting anymore sick," one of my fellow cheerleaders shouted over the loud crowd noise. I nodded and started making my way back to the locker room. I rubbed my arms trying to bring them heat, but it didn't work. How could one place be this cold? I felt bad for the players and fans having to bear the cold while I went to the locker room for heat.

I got to the completely empty locker room just as my toes gained their feeling back. I sniffled my nose and took a seat on one of the benches. I looked down at my glove covered hands and apologized for making them suffer through that. Any longer, and they might have frozen. I looked around the locker room. I marveled at how messy the players were. Clothes and shoes, deodorant and water bottles were just flung on the ground. After a while, my eyes finally landed directly across from where I sat. There was something sitting there. I stood from my spot on the bench and made my way over to the other bench.

Sitting on the wooden bench was a container of chicken noodle soup, my favorite, with a note attached to it.

Vanessa,
I knew you would come in eventually. You should listen to me next time. Please stay inside and warm up until after the game. I'll fill you in on everything that happened on the bus ride back to the hotel. There is a blanket in my locker that you can use. If that doesn't do the trick, I can warm you up later 😉

Stay warm and get better,
Rob Gronkowski #87

I smiled at the hand written letter. He signed his name the exact way he would sign his autograph for a fan. But this meant way more than an autograph. He cared about me just like I cared about him. Rob and I were only friends, but my crush for him got bigger everyday. And judging by this letter he had a crush on me too. He was the first player that talked to me when I became a cheerleader, and we haven't stopped talking since. I put the letter down and went to his locker. Hanging in it was the picture of us after he won the Super Bowl. I'd never been in Rob's locker before and I wondered if he brought that picture with him everywhere. I dug around until I finally found the blanket in his bag and cuddled up in it while I sipped on the still hot soup. I smiled because it meant a lot that he thought to do this for me. People only saw the fierce and competitive Rob that was on the football field. They didn't get to see this sweet and caring Rob that I was fortunate enough to see. It made me feel special and lucky.

The blanket warned me up quickly, but I would still tell Rob that I was cold just so I could be close to him like his letter promised.

Sorry for the delay. I hope you liked it!
@VanessaStegall