NHL Imagines

Zach Werenski - #8 Columbus Blue Jackets

Hey guys! So here is another requested one for @gogogaudreau. And I just wanted to say thank you to you all for all of the requests, I absolutely love getting them and I'm so sorry it is taking me so long to get through them all. Now that it's summer I guarantee I will get through them faster, so feel free to request more!

Let's get to it! 1500+ words. Enjoy!!
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I unlock the front door of our apartment, the grocery bags hanging off of my arms and my work bags I lift off the ground after I open the door. "Babe! I'm home!" I yell into the apartment.

"I'm in the living room!" I hear Zach yell back to me. I sigh. He can't even get up to say hello anymore. It used to be that when I came home he would jump up, run over and kiss me and we would sit down and talk about our days and any stories we had to share. Now, I feel like we barely talk, let alone act like a couple.

Walking into the kitchen, I notice that Zach didn't do the dishes like he said he was going to. "Zach? Can you come here please?" I yell. God, I feel like a mother making her son do chores.

Zach walks into the room, a smile on his face. "Hey baby, what's up?" He asks as he wraps an arm around my waist and kisses the top of my head.

"The dishes," I say sadly. "Babe, I asked you to do the dishes yesterday and they still aren't done."

"Shoot. I forgot. I'll do them after we have dinner so they'll be more of them," Zach says before turning around to walk back into the living room.

"No, Zach. Can you please do them now," I respond slightly more annoyed.

"Baby, I said I'd do them later," he responds with a tone of aggravation as he sits back down on the couch. 

"Why are you acting like a child?!" I shout as I start unpacking the groceries. 

"Why are you acting like my parent?!" Zach yells to me as he comes back into the kitchen. 

"Because you aren't taking any responsibility! When was the last time you washed the dishes! How about take out the trash!" I shout as I point to the overflowing trash can. "What about helping me with the groceries! Or cleaning up after yourself! Just look at the living room!"

"You don't control me! I can do whatever the hell I want to do!" Zach screams back at me.

"Yeah you can!" I roar back. "But I am not going to stay here and clean up after you! If you won't do anything that a grown adult is supposed to do-"

"I am a grown adult, Y/N," Zach shouts over me.

"You know what? I'm done. I can't take this anymore. I feel like your mom, making you do the dishes and take out the trash, do the laundry, everything. You never do anything around here anymore and I can't take it." I scream back at him before running my hands over my face and dropping them at my sides. 

"Fine! Leave then!" Zach yells back angrily. He realizes what he said a few moments later and his face drops but doesn't take back his words. 

"Fine. I'll leave," I respond as tears start to well up in my eyes. I go into our room and pack a duffle bag full of my clothes and toiletries. When I come back out, Zach is still in the same position. I grab my keys, my duffle, work bags, and head back out the door to my car. 

I pull out my phone as soon as I get into the driver's seat of my car. "Janelle?" I ask as Janelle Foligno answers the phone call. 

"Hi Y/N, what's up?" she asks. I can hear the TV playing in the background of the phone.

"Zach and I... We..," I hiccup as I start to cry. "He broke up with me."

"Oh Y/N," Janelle says sadly. "Come over here. Let's talk, okay?"