Coaches daughter- connor bedard

part 11

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Y/n's POV:The day of the game had finally arrived, and I could hardly contain my excitement. Donning Connor's jersey over my hoodie, I added a pair of cozy sweatpants and took extra care with my makeup and hair. With a quick glance in the mirror, I felt ready to take on the world—or at least the hockey rink.Slipping into my car, I couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation coursing through me as I drove to the venue. Arriving early, I presented my pass at the entrance and made my way to the locker rooms, where the boys were already gearing up for the game.I waited nervously, tapping out a message to Connor to let him know I was outside the locker room. As I anxiously awaited his response, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my waist, and I looked up to see Connor standing behind me, a mischievous grin playing on his lips."Hi," I greeted him, unable to suppress the smile that tugged at my lips."Hi, nice jersey," he remarked, his smirk widening as he took in my attire."I know, right?" I replied playfully, reveling in the lighthearted banter between us. As he released me from his embrace, I couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment."You're going to do great out there," I assured him, hoping to alleviate any pre-game nerves he might be feeling."I hope so," he replied, his tone tinged with uncertainty."Just remember the toe drag," I teased, a playful glint in my eye."Shut up," he laughed, shaking his head in mock exasperation."Connor, we've got to go!" My dad's voice interrupted our conversation, signaling that it was time for us to head out onto the ice."Right, okay. I'll see you later, yeah?" Connor said, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance."Yeah," I confirmed with a nod, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek before reluctantly pulling away. "See ya."As I walked away, a smile played on my lips as I caught sight of Connor's blush and the shy grin he couldn't quite conceal. With a flutter of excitement in my chest, I made my way to the stands, eager to cheer him on as he took to the ice.

Connor's POV:As Y/n walked away, leaving behind the faint scent of her perfume and the warmth of her kiss on my cheek, I couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline coursing through me. With a grin plastered on my face, I made my way back into the locker room, the anticipation of the game ahead fueling my every step.As we gathered on the ice, my gaze inevitably drifted to the stands, where Y/n sat, her presence filling me with a sense of determination and resolve. With her unwavering support behind me, I felt ready to give it my all and leave everything out on the ice.As the game progressed, I could feel Y/n's eyes on me, her cheers echoing in my ears and spurring me on to greater heights. With each play, each pass, and each shot on goal, I gave it my all, fueled by the knowledge that she was watching, her belief in me unwavering.And when the final buzzer sounded, signaling our victory, I couldn't help but feel a swell of pride and gratitude wash over me. Turning to the stands, I caught Y/n's eye, a smile spreading across my face as I raised a triumphant fist in the air, silently thanking her for her unwavering support.As we celebrated our victory in the locker room, the thrill of the win mingling with the joy of sharing it with Y/n, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over me. With her by my side, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united in our love for the game and each other.