NHL Imagines

Andrew Ference

No relationship was smooth sailing. A relationship with a professional hockey player didn't make it any easier on you either. He was either gone for weeks at a time or he just didn't seem interested anymore. When he got back from the most recent trip, you were tired of his crap.

"Where are you going?"

"To a hotel, Andrew. I'm tired of not being wanted." He grabbed your wrist as you tried to leave the house. "I knew what I was getting myself into when I married an NHL player. This isn't what I signed up for."

"What? I'm the one that's in the wrong? You're always asleep when I come home and never seem like you're interested in sex."

"Because that's all that matters? Sex? What if I miss the way we would make breakfast with each other or how you used to look at me whenever I would wake up next to you. The little things, Andrew. That's what matters. That's what I want more than anything." The tears started falling from the corners of your eyes. You had been married for over two years and it was nothing like you thought it would be.

"Don't go, love. We can talk this out." His voice was soft and his eyes were filled with concern.

"I'll be back in the morning, Andrew." You kissed his cheek and drove to the downtown hotel. You booked yourself a massage and a pedicure, trying to forget that your husband wasn't who you wanted him to be.

But you couldn't blame him. This was as much of your fault as it was his.

Instead of staying in the hotel that night, you showed up at your home in a pair of his sweats and messy hair. He was in the kitchen, making popcorn. Andrew turned around as soon as he heard the door open.

"Please, please just promise me one thing."

"What is it?"

"Try. Make me feel wanted. Come home after games, or at least tell me that you won't be home so I'm not waiting up for you and I'll try harder, too."

"Of course." He smiled, pulling you in for a kiss. "Now let's go watch a movie."