Heart Like Yours \\ M. Lucic

Chapter 43

This couple is my everything I don't think you understand

Damn hahahaha I would sell my soul for them to be real

you think I'm kidding lol don't u yeah no I'm not

🌚🌚🌚🌚 it's kinda short but cute

A LOT LIKE BRAD MARCHAND

But omf Milan Lucic is such a cutie pie he got in a fight but then in the penalty box he felt the necessity to fix his fucking hair and I love him more than anything okay? okay

But really that loser he felt the necessity to fix his goddamn hair after he pummeled the shit out of someone

He's such a loser hahaha

Anyhow

Love you all xx
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My eyes fluttered open at exactly 4:04 pm the next morning. I saw Milan standing up and stretching, his broad frame barely illuminated by the dull lights of outside.

"Babe?" I mumbled.

"Shhh," he whispered, smiling slightly. "Go back to bed, love."

"You're going to practice, right?" I asked. He nodded and came by my bedside.

"Yeah, I am," he nodded, kissing my forehead. "I've gotta get home, grab my bag, shower, all that fun stuff."

"Tell the guys I said hey," I smiled sleepily. He laughed softly.

"Of course. Now go back to sleep. By the time you wake up again, I'll be sitting right by your side," he smiled. I bit my lip.

"Promise?"

He nodded and kissed me again. On his wait out the door, I said ever-so-quietly,

"Always?"

"Always."

Milan's POV
"Always?" Dax asked in her sleep-laced voice. Goddammit, I was the luckiest man in the world. I grinned so widely.

"Always," I replied softly. I looked down at my right wrist. I promise you for the rest of my life I'll love you. As I walked down the hall, I glanced once more into her room. The dull lights from outside barely illuminated her small frame lying in bed. I bit my lip and continued walking down the hall. That girl was the love of my life. She meant more than everything to me. I left the hospital pretty much immediately.

The parking lot was dark and ominous, but I didn't mind. The memories of Patrice being in the hospital came rushing back to me. I thought of how Dax admitted she was almost raped. I thought of how we listened to the radio. I thought of me stumbling on my words and asking her if that could be our song. I thought of going back to the house. I thought about having a conversation in our towels and the way she blushed and looked at the ground. I thought about the way she teased me about my "kinky side" and the way she grinned as I dropped my towel. I thought about talking about Fenton and drinking Chianti. I thought about kissing and kissing and kissing until our lips hurt and our breathing was heavy. I thought of the way she rested her head on my stomach and laced her fingers with mine. I thought of how good she looked in my oversized t-shirt and a crooked grin plastered on her face. I thought about the way she looked into my eyes. I thought about her mum calling her and her complete and utter dismay.

As I drove away from the hospital, I thought about how much I loved Dax and how lucky I was to have her. I thought about how I almost lost her. I thought about how I almost fucked up beyond repair.