Sowecould always be with him and supporting him and at his side.
If that’s not a Golden Globe worthy swoon moment, what the hell is?!
“Let me grab a pic of you two for Grams,” I lovingly insist while retrieving my phone. “I’m sure she’ll appreciate it since she can’t be here tonight.”
We offered to fly her down.
Dubs even offered to flywithher, but she refused.
Insisted she’d just watch him on the T.V.
That in spite of her cough mostly being gone she was still too tired for travel.
That she was too tired for even the simplest things like making herself a hot toddy; however, before we could express our concerns, she brushed us off.
Had Thayne and Bronny both promise to video chat postgame.
Together.
Show her proof that they really are getting along more often than not.
Once my camera is loaded, I click away, capturing serious along with silly shots of them.
Mygoodness, it’s easy to tell that they’re related in photos – particularly when they’re grinning like they’ve just won an Emmy for starring in an all-new, unscripted hockey themed reality show.
“All three of us, Slayer,” my boyfriend insists with a kick of his chin. “She’s gonna want you in the shot too.”
Turning around is easy and so is getting in closer to Bronny who happily leans into the action as if equally excited by my presence as he is his brother’s.
“You look so good in my number, Slayer,” Jukes purrs, prompting the teen to start taking selfies with the other players in the background, body casually migrating away to capture better photos. “You know it’s the only sweater you’re allowed to wear now.” He cockily smirks. “Thems the rules.”
Blushing and eye rolling seem to be all I’m capable of.
Ugh.
How does he always do this to me?!
Even whenhe’sat work?!
I put my phone back in my pocket and impishly investigate, “Who’s playing with you tonight, thirty-five?”
“You better behave, Slayer,” he playfully scolds prior to answering the question. “And it’s Peaches & Herb.” The corners of his lips curl even further upward. “I always start the season with the classics.”
Him naming the posts he works between all night – after famous duets – is onlyhalfof his ritual.
The other?
Those are the only songs he listens to pre-game, between periods, andsingswhile in net to help stay focused.
You know they say goalies are weird; however,allthe boys have their game day musts.
For some it’s food.
For some it’s drink.
For some it’s underwear.
For Jukes…it just so happens to be music.
