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"Hey, Tyler," you called out as he slammed the front door but he didn't reply and instead walked up the stairs. You quickly followed him, abandoning the sandwich you were making him.
When you saw him lying on the bed with his head buried in the pillows, you were certain something was wrong. "What's wrong, bub?" you whispered, stroking his hair as you sat down next to his collapsed figure.
"Who is he?" Tyler mumbled, turning on his side.
"Who's who?" you questioned as you lay back on the bed.
"The guy you were having lunch with? The one on your Instagram?"
"He's just a guy I work with," you said gently, starting to understand Tyler's change in behaviour. "Don't you trust me?" you then asked, hurt and afraid of what his answer would be.
"Of course I trust you, baby. But I don't trust him. I don't want anyone making a move on my girl," Tyler reassured you, wrapping his arms around you.
"You don't have to worry, he has a-"
"Just because he has a girlfriend doesn't mean he's won't mess around."
"I was going to say that he has a husband so you really don't have to worry," you smiled slightly, nuzzling your face into his neck. "But why are you so jealous, bub? You are the only guy I want."
"Maybe now," Tyler said shakily, "but we both know I'm away a lot and you deserve someone that's always there for you and I'm scared you'll need me and I'll be too far away. So I get jealous because I know you'll be happier with someone else but I don't want to let you go. I get jealous because I'm scared you'll find someone better than me."
"Oh, Ty. I swear you're the only guy I will ever want. Of course I miss you when you're away, but when you're here, you make me the happiest, luckiest girl in the world. There is no one better than you and if anything, I don't deserve you. I love you so much and I never want to let go of you either," you kissed his neck softly.
"He could be bi," Tyler said quietly after a few minutes.
"Oh my god," you sighed heavily but already felt a smile creeping to your face, "you have clearly taken too many pucks to the head. You. Are. The. Only. Guy. I. Want. No. Matter. What. Okay?"
"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it again," he grinned into your hair and pulled you closer to his chest.
"I'll say it as many times as you want me to."
"Baby?" he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him at the same time.
"Yeah?"
"Can you say it one more time?" he tucked a strand on hair behind your ear and looked up at you lovingly.
"Tyler Paul Seguin, you are the only guy I will ever want. You are perfect and I want to be with you forever," you murmured and pressed your lips to his. He responded eagerly and groaned softly when he felt your tongue against his.
"Mmm, that was nice," he said sleepily while blinking slowly.
"Tired much?" you chuckled.
"Yeah," Tyler yawned, "Jim showed up after training and was being a bitch again."
"You should just call Tuukka and get him to throw a skate blade at Jim then," you joked and Tyler laughed before yawning again. "Do you want to sleep?"
"Yeah. Snuggle with me?" he drew circles on your lower back.
"Yeah. Just let me put your sandwich in the fridge for later."
"Fuck the sandwich," he whined, "I need my cuddles now."
"You're such a softie."
"Only for you, baby," he pressed his lips to your forehead, "And Marshall, and Cash, and Gerry."
