NHL Imagines

Carey Price (Montreal Canadiens)

My heart sped up the closer Patrice got to the net. I could see Carey shake his glove readily, squatting down lower to the ice to take up more of the net.

"Where's the defense, boys? Let's go!" Katia shouted from next to me.

Third period was close to ending and if the Bruins scored this goal, they would tie it. The possibility of the opposing team winning was etched into the back of every single fan's mind in the arena. None of us wanted to believe it, though. Not only would we win our first Cup since 1993, but we would do it on home ice.

My breath hitched when I saw Patrice's stick move back and I squeezed my eyes shut, crossing my fingers. When gasps of the fans surrounded me, I knew to just wait for the boos of displeasure. Instead, cheers filled the building and I opened my eyes, staring up at the scoreboard to see that there was no change in numbers.

I screamed and jumped up, throwing my arms around Katia. "He saved it! Holy shit. I can't believe he blocked that!"

"There's ten seconds, (Y/N). Come on, Habs," she cheered, grabbing my hand hopefully as we both looked excitedly to the ice.

We counted down the remaining seconds with the other fans, screaming and holding each other tightly when the final buzzer sounded.

I let go of Katia's arm as soon as I saw Carey, pulling him into a hug. He laughed brightly as I did so, pressing his lips to mine. I hooked my arms around his waist, his torso feeling thicker to the touch with the padding underneath.

"I'm so proud of you," I cried, gripping his face in my hands. "You, that win was all you,"

He shook his head and looked down bashfully. "No, it wasn't me. It was all of us. Me, this entire team, and you. You were part of it, too,"

"What?" I laughed breathlessly, furrowing my brows.

"You kept me sane throughout the whole season. Without you, I would've never been as good as I was in that net," he smiled, kneeling down to the ice and cupping my protruding stomach. "This little princess is just as credible,"

I felt my eyes water at his words and I pulled him up from the ice, seeing Gary Bettman walk out onto the carpet. The crowd booed loudly as soon as they caught sight of him, making Carey and I fall into a fit of laughter.

"The Conn Smythe Trophy goes to the most valuable player in the playoffs. The unanimous selection, Carey Price,"

Smiling widely, I nudged him forward. "Like that's a surprise. Go get your trophy, killer,"

Carey shook his head and skated to the table, shaking Gary's hand. The fans stood and cheered respectively at Carey as he lifted the trophy, stopping in front of me to lean down for another quick kiss.

The noises only grew louder when the Stanley Cup was brought out. I wrapped an arm around Katia's shoulders when her eyes became glassy, seeing her husband lift the greatest trophy in all of sports.

As soon as Andrei Markov made his way around the ice, Carey was passed the Cup. I couldn't stop the tears of joy from falling down my cheeks. I hadn't seen him so ecstatic on the ice in years.

He came back to me after he did his lap, having his mom take a picture of us and myself take one of him and his parents.

To the left of us, Nathan Beaulieu was down on his knee in front of his girlfriend of four years. To the right, Tomas Plekanec's wife and two kids were taking pictures with him as he hoisted the Cup high. It was absolute insanity all around us and we didn't want in any other way.

Requested by BreeC25 :)