The final buzzer of the game went off and Montreal had fallen to New York 4-2. You knew Alex would be mad and want time to cool off so you headed back to your apartment to wait for him.
An hour or so later, you heard the door open and then slam shut.
"Alex?" you called, being cautious since you didn't know what kind of mood he'd be in.
"Hey babe," he said, not very enthusiastic.
"You played well tonight!" you complimented him.
"Were you watching the same game?! we lost! we do that shit again we're out of the playoffs!" he said, raising his voice.
"Alex Galchenyuk sit you ass down now." you fiercely instructed.
He did as he was told, and you went into full on coach mode.
"You guys had a rough game. So what? It happens to EVERY SINGLE TEAM out there! You shake it off. Each game is a new start. In sports, you ride a wave. You were on top of it two days ago and now it's your turn to be on the bottom. But you know what? Next game you'll be on top again, and you'll win! I know you guys can do it. You're the best team out there! Now shake it off and don't be so down about things."
You were so overcome with emotions you were both almost in tears by the time you were done.
Alex quickly sprung up out of his chair and grabbed you by the waist, pulling you into a deep kiss.
"I love you y/n." he said, and went in for anther kiss.
Let's just say things got pretty wild that night ;)
And you were right, the habs won their next game.
