NHL Imagines

Derick Brassard

None of your boyfriends thought you were good enough to meet their parents. So when Derick brought you home, it was nerve wracking. Not that any of your previous relationships were that serious anyway. Medical school kind of a big commitment and that was the main focus in your life.

"It's not that big of a deal."

"Derick, yes it is. I've never met anyone's parents. What if they don't like me?"

"They are going to love you. You and my mom will get along well. She's a nurse." Nurse and psychiatrist are the same things, obviously. "Just relax. It's just dinner. I'm not asking you to spend the weekend with them. Yet." You rolled your eyes as he opened your door.

His parents had made dinner, some really good spicy chicken paired with your favorite wine. It was a low-key dinner. Something that was rare in New York. Even if it was just the two of you in the loft. 

Of course, summers were a lot of time spent on the river with all of his guy friends. Some of the girlfriends too.

"So you're a resident at Mount Sinai?"

"Yeah, I really like it there. Besides the daily commute."

After dinner and a couple bottles of wine between the four of you, Derick was driving and you were really happy. That was probably the wine talking.

"See, I told you it wasn't going to be bad. They loved you. They really loved you." He grabbed your hand and held it to his lips. "Maybe now you'll spend a weekend with them. Because you know my cousin Mel? She's getting married. In Toronto next month."

"Hmmm. Ask me when I'm not a few drinks of wine in."

"Who said I was asking?" He pulled into the garage, put the truck in park. "Besides, maybe you'll catch the bouquet."

"Isn't it a little early to be thinking about marriage Derick Brassard?" You raised a brow, hoping he had some witty remark.

"Not when you feel like this."