Jonathan Toews (Chicago Blackhawks)

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"I really don't know why I have to do this, Jon"

He tightened the bandana around my eyes and I felt him grab my forearm, pushing me into the car then buckling my seatbelt.

"Shh, just don't question this. Trust me, there is a reason for all of it," he slammed the passanger's door shut.

I went to pull the cover off, but before I could, Jonathan smacked my hands away. I grunted and swung my arm towards him. I wasn't sure where I hit him, but he swore in French.

"Don't make me tie your hands, too," he warned.

"Kinky," I mumbled in annoyance.

Jon laughed and started the car, he clicked the radio on. 'Lay Me Down' by Sam Smith came on and I smiled. That was my favorite song. I hummed along to it and Jonathan put his hand on my thigh, making me jump.

The last words of the song played through the speakers and 'Photograph' started, making me question this whole situtation.

"Jonathan? What do you want? First Sam Smith, now Ed Sheeran. You dislike both of these songs, so why are you playing them. It's almost like you're bribing me," I laughed.

He chuckled nervously and he sputtered a quiet 'nothing.' We were probably driving for around 15 minutes with many of my favorite songs playing throughout the whole ride.

When the car stopped, Jon quickly hopped out and rushed to my side, opening the door before I even put my hand on the handle.

"Can I please take this damn thing off?" I asked, trying to shake off the cloth.

"Ah-ah, no ma'am. Not yet. I will take it off when it's time," I felt a gust of wind and suddenly, we were in a cooler area, probably in a building.

"Time for what?" I groaned "Jonathan Toews, get back here!"

His hands left my arms and I started reaching up to grab the blindfold off my head, another pair of hands helping me with it. My eyes adjusted to the light and I saw we were at the United Center.

"Why are-" I stopped myself, hearing 'Lay Me Down' once again.

He had led us out onto the ice and there was carpet set down on certain areas along with a table in the middle of it. A gift sat on the small stand, a big, red bow covering the top of the box. I turned to Jon and he nodded his head towards it.

I walked up to get it and pulled the bow off first, slowly taking the top off. There in the box sat a jersey. This confused me greatly. I already had his jersey.

"Turn it around,"

I did as he said and turned it around. The words on the jersey surprised me, almost making me drop it. 'Mrs. Toews' it said.

"Jonathan," I turned around, seeing him on one knee in front of me.

A black box sat open in his hand and a gorgeous diamond ring sat in the middle. I clutched the jersey to my chest, failing to hold back the tears in my eyes.

"(Y/N), wow, where do I start? We all know, especially you, that I'm not one to speak my emotions very often, so this is going to be short and sweet... I love you more than you could ever imagine. You're one of the most important people in my life and I've been waiting for the day that I can finally call you my wife. (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs. Toews?"

I was practically sobbing and I knew I for sure looked like a hot mess, but I didn't care right now.

"Y-yes," I cried out.

He grabbed my hand and slipped the ring on my finger. He stood up and looked me in the eyes before connecting our lips in a hard, passionate kiss.

Cheers and thuds came from the benches and I drew back from him, looking over his shoulder and seeing friends and family from both sides, the team hitting their sticks on the boards.

Our parents were standing by each other, both mother's crying. Kaner and Sharpy came out onto the ice and hugged me, lifting me off my feet.

The rest of the team along with our parents and some friends came out onto the ice, surrounding us. I was bombared with hugs and saw the same thing happening to Jonathan.

He caught me staring at him and winked at me, making butterflies fill my stomach.

(Y/N) Toews. Yeah, that sounds about right.

This was requested by @hawkey19 I loved writing this, so I hope you enjoyed it :)



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