NHL Imagines

#96. Tuukka Rask: Boston Bruins

"Tuukka?" You call as you place your keys on the counter and shut the front door behind you. "Are you here?" You bend down and scratch your dog Ace's head with a grin and hear Tuukka's quiet response.

"I'm in here." You straighten up and wash your hands quickly before heading down the hall going toward the bedroom. You walk into the room and flop onto the bed where Tuukka is leaning against the headboard with his laptop balanced on his legs.

"Whatcha looking at?" You ask leaning up to kiss him lightly on the cheek.

"Just apartments."

"Are you moving?"

"I might be."

"What do you mean? Do I need to start packing to move back into my own place?" You ask nervously. He looks over completely confused and shakes his head.

"No god no it's just, trades are picking up today."

"And you're afraid that you're going to have to move because the Bruins trade you somewhere else?"

"Just a little bit, I just want to check out my options in case I have to move to another city for next season. I like to be prepared you know."

"Yeah I know." You murmur before pushing up off the bed and head toward the door. "I'm going to get dinner started ok?" He nods without looking up and you turn and head back down the hall.

You pick up your phone and plug in your headphones before pressing play and shoving your phone into the back pocket of your shorts. Humming quietly to yourself you begin to grab stuff from the fridge and place it on the counter so that you can begin making chicken sandwiches.

While you're cutting up the chicken, you hear the front door open and shut and see that Tuukka's keys are gone from where they were sitting on the counter. You sigh and go back to cutting up the chicken.

An hour later and Tuukka still isn't home but dinner is on the table and you're sitting there just staring at the food. After another twenty minutes and your texts and phone call go unanswered, you slowly begin to make a plate for him and put it into the fridge. Then you pack up the extra food and also put it in the fridge before you sit down to eat by yourself.

Hours pass and finally at 9 o'clock when you're curled up in a ball on the couch almost asleep when he quietly comes in the door and walks into the kitchen. You pretend to be asleep, hoping that he'll just shut the TV off and cover you with a blanket or something like usual but instead he doesn't even notice that you're there.

You open your eyes and keep them on the movie that you had turned on at some point. Once he's finished eating he follows the noise and comes to sit down on the couch with you.

"Oh, I didn't see you there sorry." He hurriedly murmurs as you curl your legs up so he doesn't sit on them.

"Don't worry about it." You whisper back still not looking away from the TV.

"Are you ok?" He asks sitting down.

"I'm fine, why do you ask?"

"You're just quiet."

"I'm a little tired that's all. Don't worry about me."

"(Y/N/N) I'm going to worry now."

"Tuukka you're worried about trades when you have a modified no trade clause, you leave the house for hours on end without even saying anything to me and the apartments you were looking at were here in Boston. If you want to breakup then just tell me and I'll have my stuff moved out by dawn."

"The last thing I want is for us to breakup."

"Then what is it."

"It's just," he takes a deep breath, "if I were to be traded, I'm afraid that you won't want to up and leave with me. You have a life here, your family is close by and you've been here for years. I don't want to even ask you to consider moving with me."

"Of course I'd move with you. That's not even a question Tuukka. The minute you got traded I'd be packing but you're worrying for no reason. I'm not going anywhere and neither are you." You sit up gently and maneuver your way closer to him. "Wherever you go, I'm gonna follow and that's that. I love you and you being traded anywhere isn't going to change that."

"You say that now but what if that ever changes?" 

"If it does then I'm incredibly stupid if I ever let you go." You run a hand through his hair and he closes his eyes leaning toward you. "I love you, and that isn't going to change. I promise." You kiss him lightly before pulling away and curling up next to him. 

"I'm sorry for freaking out, I had to submit my list of teams that I can't be traded to today and it got me thinking about everything. That's where I went while you were making dinner and the Apartments where actually houses that I was looking at in case we wanted to find a place bigger or something." 

"Tuukka Rask, are you officially asking me to buy a house with you?" You asks snickering. 

"Yes." 

"Then I guess I should stop renting my apartment out and sell it." 

"Do whatever you like babe. So is that a yes?" 

"To moving in with you, there's nothing I would like to do more." 

AUTHORS NOTE 

Ahhh I'm here I promise. I've just been super busy still and haven't found time to write a lot. Plus I have been working on my article-type book which if you could please please please check it out it would mean a lot. There's a trade recap from after the draft and a signing's post that I'm going to have up at some point today/tonight as well as hopefully another imagine. 

This was requested by OliviaSchrempf I hope you like it and I'm so sorry for such a long wait. 

Thanks for everything guys, hope you're summer/winter is going well :) 

~Emma