Beau Bennet - Former #8 New Jersey Devils (Currently #14 Chicago Wolves AHL)

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I had to write this because I recorded the 2009 Stanley Cup Championship game 7 that was just on the NHL network the other day. I'm watching it as I write this so I just had to write this because I love the Pens so freaking much and I miss when he played for them.

1600+ words. Enjoy!
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"Hey babe!" Beau yells through the house as he closes the door behind him on his way back in from practice. "I'm home!"

You can't respond. Your cramps are causing you too much pain to be able to answer your boyfriend. Ever since you were a teenager and you got your first period, you have had terrible cramps. The days leading up to your period and the first two or three days of your period always were the worst. Sometimes you ended up missing school or work because of them.

"Babe?" Beau asks as he pushes open your shared bedroom door. He sees you laying in bed, on your left side, curled up with your hands over your lower abdomen. "Awe babe," he says sadly as he moves into the room. He sits down next to you and puts his left hand on your right arm. "What's wrong?" He asks quietly. He knows you well enough to know that you won't answer him. "Cramps?"

You just nod your head. "They hurt really bad," you whisper. He nods his head in understanding.

"Can I get you anything?" He asks concerned.

You shake your head no. "Wait. Will you lay with me?" You ask quietly.

"Of course," he responds with a small smile. He moves his duffle bag to the corner of the room and changes from his post-workout outfit into sweats and a tight tee knowing that you won't want to go out the rest of the day. "A lazy day today?" He asks.

You nod your head yes in response. "Can you turn on the TV?" You ask quietly as Beau moves to sit on his side of the bed. In your shared bedroom you decided to get a TV just for days like this: the ones where you won't get out of bed.

"Yeah sure," he responds as you hear him grab the remote and turn the TV on. He turns it to one of your favorite TV shows, Law and Order: SVU. "Is this good?" He asks.

"Yes, thank you babe," you respond with a slight smile on your face as you sit up so you can see the screen. You lean back on the headboard of your bed and move over so you are touching Beau. He smiles at you and wraps his arm left arm around your torso. He puts the remote down on his right side and rests his right arm on your upper thigh. He kisses your forehead and then rests his cheek on the top of your head.

The ibuprofen you took before Beau got home finally kicked in and you fell asleep in Beau's arms. After a couple hours of sleep, you wake up from your nap. You stretch your limbs and notice that Beau is no longer in your bed. You fix your hair and put it up in a pony with a headband. You fix your tank from your nap and tie your, well really Beau's which you stole from him this morning, sweatpants tighter around your waist. You go to the bathroom before you walk downstairs and hear voices coming from your living room.

"Beau?" You ask as you walk into the living room. You see some guys from the Pens over playing games on your TV that you and Beau got in your living room.

"Hey babe," Beau says as he gets up off the couch from between Evgeni Malkin and Bryan Rust.

"Hi (Y/N)," Geno says smiling.

"Hi Geno," you return his smile.

Beau walks over to you and rests his hands on your hips before leaning down and kissing you. "Did you get a good nap?" He asks after he pulls away, his hands grabbing yours.

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