#chych

              "Estará aquí a las tres." Sam looked at the clock and sighed in disappointment. You bit your lip to keep from laughing at his poor face. He only had to wait fifteen more minutes. "¿Por qué no encuentras un juego para jugar con él?" Sam pouted but he ran over to the wall where the board games were kept anyway.

              You were a volunteer at the Boys and Girls club and had been paired up with Sam due to you majoring in Spanish in college and Sam having limited English. It was good for both of you and you two had been the best of friends until Jakob Chychrun entered the picture. Jakob had originally come to the Club with some of the other Arizona Coyotes players. He had formed a tight bond with Sam, with your translation help, and you soon had been replaced in little Sam's heart as best friend.

              Thankfully you were alright with Jakob taking that spot.

              Jakob now came to visit Sam every day he was in town at 3 pm on the dot and even donated his box to Sam's family so they could watch him play multiple times.

              It was absolutely adorable.

              "Don't think too hard." You jumped at the deep voice behind you, making him chuckle. "How you doing (Y/N)?"

              "So much better now that school's out for the summer" you replied, turning to the blonde. "How was your trip?" Jakob shrugged.

              "We could have won some" he said, chuckling. You held your hands up.

              "I wasn't going to say anything." Jakob laughed. "Sam's missed you."

              "Just Sam?" You opened your mouth to respond when a little torpedo flung himself past you into Jakob's legs.

              "Jakob! You're here!"

              "Always buddy" Jakob said chuckling. Sam beamed up at him for a moment before looking at you and then looking back at Jakob.

              In hindsight, you should have known kids were always up to something.

              "Did you pick a game?" you asked Sam. When you were around Jakob, you tried using as much English as Sam could handle. Somedays were better than others.

              "Sí" he said grinning. He ran back to the wall of board games and came back with the famous rectangular box.

              "Monopoly?" Jakob asked laughing. "Looks like I'm going to be here a while" he said laughing. Sam grinned triumphantly.

              "Sam I don't think you can play this game in two hours."

              "It's ok" he said, grinning. "Finish tomorrow!" With that Sam grabbed one of your hands and tugged you to the small table where the kids usually set up their board games. The chairs were made for kids, so it was a little uncomfortable for your 5 foot 5 inch (165 cm) frame let alone poor Jakob's much bigger frame. But he made no complaints as he got himself settled in for the game. "Quiero al perro!"

              "Something about a dog" Jakob said, proud of his small Spanish knowledge. You laughed.

              "Sam, can you say that in English for Jakob?"

              "I want to be the doggie" Sam said, grabbing the small metal piece. Jakob nodded sagely.

              "Good choice. What do you want, (Y/N)?"

              "Oh um" you looked at the other pieces, blushing slightly. "The hat?"

              "Cool." Jakob added your piece to the start and looked over his choices. "I'll be the shoe. I like shoes." Sam giggled.

              "Zapato" he said.

              "Sí, Sam. Zapato." Sam had been trying to teach Jakob some Spanish every day. Looked like today's word was shoe.

              "Me first!" Sam reached for the die, but Jakob held them out of his reach.

              "Who said you got to go first?"

              "Jakobbbbbb" Sam whined. "May I please go first?" Jakob looked at you, a small smirk on his face.

              "What do you think, (Y/N)? Should Sam go first?"

              "Hmm" you pretended to think, making Sam fidget in his seat as he gave you puppy dog eyes. "I think that would be ok." Sam cheered and Jakob handed him the die.

              "Ms. (Y/N)?" You looked over your shoulder at another little girl you spent time with. "Could you help me?" She pointed at the tall stack of board games she couldn't reach.

              "Sure Z." You turned to the boys. "I'll be right back." You stood and followed Zoey, leaving the boys to their own devices.

              "So Sam" Jakob said as soon as you were out of ear shot. "Teach me some more words."

              "Eres muy preciosa."

              "What does that mean?" Jakob asked.

              "Don't know it in English. Ask (Y/N)" Sam said, his cheeks turning pink. Jakob studied him and hummed, but didn't call the little boy on his bluff.

              "Eres muy precioso?"

              "Preciosa" Sam corrected. Jakob repeated the phrase a few times before you got back. "I need to go to the bathroom" Sam said, slipping from his seat. You frowned at his sudden departure.

              "Everything ok?" you asked Jakob.

              "What does 'eres muy preciosa'?" You blinked at Jakob, his cheeks turning pink.

              "Um... you're very beautiful" you replied.

              "Oh." Jakob's cheeks turned a bright red. "Well eres muy preciosa."

              "Thank you" you mumbled, your own cheeks reddening. "Who taught you that phrase?"

              "Sam" Jakob said. You turned to look over your shoulder and saw the child in question giggling as he ducked behind a corner. "Ahhh he set me up."

              "Set you up?" you asked, turning back to Jakob. He nodded.

              "The other day he was asking about my relationship status."

              "Oh my god" you whispered horrified. Jakob chuckled.

              "Well it does help me out." You stared at Jakob. "Would you like to get dinner with me on Friday?"

              "Oh um..."

              "Diga sí, porfavor" a little voice whispered from behind you. You turned to Sam and put your finger to your lips in a shushing motion before turning back to Jakob.

              "I'd love to." Jakob smiled in relief as you both heard a little cheer from behind you. "But... no little boys allowed."

              "Ah man!"

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Ok there we have it! I hope everyone likes it! Let me know what you thought! Up next: Sidney Crosby!

Where's Jakob?

He'll be here at three.

Why don't you find a game to play with him?

Yes.

I want to be the dog!

Shoe

Yes, Sam. Shoe.

You're very beautiful.

              It had been a long day (a long week really) and all you wanted to do was sleep, but you knew that no matter how mad you were at Jakob, you wouldn't miss his game for the world.

              You had gotten a promotion at work which led to more responsibilities as well as two weeks’ worth of training at the corporate office in Los Angeles. You had immediately agreed to it. When you told Jakob about it, he was not happy at all that you didn't consult him.

              Which led to the giant knockdown, drag out fight you two got into the night before you left.

              You hadn't talked to him since.

              So as mad as you were at Jakob, you wanted to watch his game anyway.

              It was about halfway through the second period when it happened. Jakob was racing for the puck when one of his opponents boarded him. Your heart caught in your throat as you watched Jakob lay on the ice, unmoving, after his head bounced off the boards.

              "Oh my god" you said. The doctors and trainers ran out onto the ice and not even a minute passed before the stretcher was being rolled out. You couldn't tell if Jakob was awake or unconscious or even if he was still breathing.

              Before you knew what you were doing, you were in an Uber on your way to the airport.

              You didn't care about the training anymore. You didn't care if you stayed at your current position or if you even still had a job after this. You only cared about Jakob.

              You should have swallowed your pride and apologized for what you said during the fight. You shouldn't have let it go a week without speaking.

              What if you couldn't talk to him again?

              No. You couldn't think like that. Jakob would be ok. He had to be. Those were the only things running through your head as you flew back to Arizona. Andrea was waiting for you as soon as your feet touched land again.

              "Is he ok?" you asked.

              "He's grumpy" she supplied. "I didn't tell him you were coming."

              "Good" you said. "I, uh, I owe him an apology."

              "You mean to tell me you and Chych don't have a Disney relationship?" she teased. You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged on your lips. The boys always teased you that your relationship was just too perfect.

              "No. Jakob and I have our differences" you said. "We had a big one before I left."

              "Ahh... so that's why he's been moping at our house all week."

              "Sorry." Andrea pulled up in front of the hospital and you looked at her in a panic. "The hospital?"

              "Just for observation" she said. "He'll be released in the morning." You nodded and looked at the intimidating building. "Room 213."

              "Thanks Andrea."

              "Just give someone a call when you guys are ready to come home" she said. You leaned across the console and gave her a hug. She had been like a second mother to you and Jakob when you own mothers were still in Florida.

              You climbed out of the car and made your way to Jakob's room. His door was open as you peaked in. Jakob was lying on the bed, sleeping, attached to monitors and fluids. You leaned against the doorway, just watching him. You were able to take a full breath just looking at him, something you haven't been able to do since you watched him hit the boards.

              "You going to come in or just stare at me?" Jakob asked. You stepped into the room and sat next to his bed, your hand reaching out and grabbing his. Jakob finally opened his eyes and looked at you, surprise covering his features. "(Y/N)?"

              "Hey there, hard head."

              "What are you doing here?" He looked around. "I didn't sleep for weeks did I?" You chuckled and shook your head.

              "I came home early."

              "What? Why?" Jakob sat up. "But your job-"

              "I was watching. You scared the shit out of me" you said. "I'm sorry for what I said."

              "No I'm sorry. I overreacted and I just" Jakob paused. "I love you."

              "I love you too Jakob. I'm so glad you're ok."

              "Me too. And I'm glad you're here."

              "Me too." You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

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