NHL Imagines

Cam Atkinson (Columbus Blue Jackets)

"What the hell was that pass, Saader? God damn it. Ryan was wide open," Cam mumbled from the couch, voice nasally and rough. 

"Baby, as much as you'd like it to, talking to the television isn't going to help anyone," I giggled, trudging out of the kitchen. "You should get some sleep, honey,"

He groaned when the ring of the puck hitting the goal post sounded from the speakers. "This game is so hard to watch. I could do so much more if I was out there right now,"

"Or just completely ignore me," I shrugged "that's fine, too,"

He wasn't even fazed by the comment, instead throwing his hands up at another failed play. "Son of a bi-" his words were cut off by a string of violent coughs.

"Cam, please calm down," I let out a long breath, grabbing a water bottle from the table and handing it to him. "You're going to cough up your lungs if you keep yelling like that. You aren't at the game for a reason,"

"I'm sorry," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "You know I hate being sick. Then it had to happen near the end of the season and just ruin everything,"

I leaned down in front of him and brushed his hair off of his damp forehead. "I forgot how dramatic you get when you're sick,"

"I forgot how sarcastic you get when you're annoyed with me," he laughed hoarsely, ducking his head to place a chaste kiss on my collarbone.

"Is your throat still hurting? I'm making you green tea right now. I could make you some soup if you want, too," I offered, fixing the blanket across his shoulders. 

"Please?" he nodded, bringing his legs up on the couch and sitting cross-legged. "Do you think Brandon's girlfriend knows how bad he sucks?"

The pan cluttered against the stove-top as I covered my mouth to muffle a laugh. "You shouldn't be allowed to chirp your teammates when they're not in the same room as you. Otherwise, you're just talking shit,"

I heard a low chuckle from behind me and I jumped forward, almost knocking my head against the cabinet. "Oh my gosh, I didn't even hear you get up,"

"I could tell," he wrapped his arms around my hips, nuzzling his nose against my neck. "So I know you won't kiss me, but can we still sleep in the same bed together? Or are you afraid I'll sneeze on you?"

"Oh hush," I tsked, taking a bowl down from one of the shelves. "Of course we can still sleep together, but please do not sneeze on me. I'd appreciate it greatly,"

Cam snorted and pinched my side, hoping up on the counter behind me. I scooped some soup into the dish and set it beside him.

"Get down from the counter, shorty," I joked, smacking his thigh.

"Christ, not you, too," he hopped off with a groan. "We've been married for two years, I didn't expect this kind of torment from you. It's bad enough that I have to deal with it from my teammates,"

"I'm just playing, baby," I cooed, kissing the side of his head. "Now seriously, eat your soup before it gets cold," 

He jutted his bottom lip out and stared wide-eyed at me. "Can I please go out on the couch? I promise I won't spill anything,"

"You're such a child, Cammy," I teased, lips twitching up into a small smile. "I think third period is starting anyway. I''ll have your ass if you spill anything on my couch, Atkinson,"

Requested by Queen_Of_Hyrule :)