Sid never would have guessed that he was going to find an even better ritual to add to his pre-game preparation.  They had yet to find a consistent location, which continued to be a pesky annoyance and he couldn’t help but frown at the room he had been pulled into this time; it was very cramped.  He had some trouble getting to his knees, sticking his tongue out at the chirp that it was due to his ass (which it was not), before putting that tongue to much better use.

He wasn’t exactly sure how he was going to take this pre-game ritual out of the bubble though.  Ovi’s tight grip on his curls as he mumbled what Sid was sure were dirty words in Russian before coming down his throat and calling him a good boy wasn’t exactly something he thought he’d be able to ask one of his teammates to replicate.  Or want them to do it really.

If he was honest, it had a lot more to do with who was calling him a good boy and not the orgasms themselves.  

 He grabbed a brand new stick and put a little piece of hockey tape on it and grabbed a sharpie to write “y/n<3”. He gave the camera a quick smile before he started taping the stick up. “I love you so much y/n, and I miss you even more. I wish I could be with you right now, all of this covid shit sucks.” He said to the camera and smiled again before pressing the end recording button. “Call me tonight okay? I want to see your beautiful face and the dogs.” As soon as Brock finished talking Elias entered the room. “Are you talking to yourself?” The Swedish boy said laughing at Brock and he pressed the end recording button. 

“Ohhh, you’re sending a video to y/n talking about how much you love her aren’t you.” Elias laughed at Brock as he went to go put his hockey gear on as well. “Well, at least I'm not a cold-hearted alien bitch.” Brock scoffed at Elias before putting the rest of his hockey gear on and going out onto the ice.

The video Brock sent almost made you cry, a couple reasons being how much you missed him and you realized how much you loved him and that he definitely loved you back. You quickly took a photo of you and Coolie since Milo was in the kitchen and sent it to him followed by a quick text.

Tell me when you get back to the hotel after the game, I’ll definitely call you♥️ 

It was game five in the Vegas Golden Knights vs. Canucks series Brock had scored a goal for the first time in this series and Brock being the superstitious player he is, he definitely thought it was cause he put your name on his stick. He got back to his hotel room as soon as he could and called you, you picked up right away, setting your phone up in the kitchen so he could see you and the dogs when you had realized what you looked like. You were sitting on the kitchen stool fully dressed in brocks clothes, and your hair was thrown into a messy bun with the hood of Brocks hoodie over it. 

“Hey goofy,” Brock grinned at how adorable you looked in his clothes as you tried to pick Milo up since he was still a puppy and you could hold him. “Hey babe,” you smiled at you tried to wave Milos paw at him. You and Brock laughed about it and talked to each other for awhile about your days and how excited you are to see each other after the playoffs.

-

“Hey baby,” You said giving him a big hug as he stepped in the door, Canucks just lost game 7 and Brock decided to fly back to Vancouver right after the game. You could tell he was sad so you rubbed his back softly as he let out a couple muffled cries, so you moved one of your hands up to rub his neck and run your fingers through his hair. 

“Sorry,” Brock mumbled into your neck while sniffling and wiping his tears away. “It’s okay, let them out if you need to.” You pulled your head away from his to smile at you, before you knew it your lips were clashed together, you had missed everything about him and especially his kisses. Brock pulled away before resting his head on your shoulder again while hugging you.

Brock finally decided to turn his attention over to the two dogs who were jumping all over him. “Hey boys, sorry about that.” He smiled and sat down on the floor so he could play with him.

“Here, I’ll take your bags and bring them upstairs.” You motioned your hands out for him to pass the bag to you and he did. “I’ll go upstairs in a minute, just want to play with the boys for a little.” Brock told you as you headed upstairs. You grabbed a pair of sweatpants and a shirt for him as you settled in bed. 

Brock got into bed and kissed you softly as you giggled. “Your beard feels weird,” “does it?” I kind of like it, maybe I should keep it.” Brock teased you as you played with his bread a little, twirling strands of his beard with you fingers as he laid down on your chest and held on to your waist. “Will you cuddle me?” Brock pouted at you as you rubbed his lower back and drifted off to sleep. “Obviously,” you smiled at him while raking your fingers through his messy blonde hair and adjusting your bodies so the both of you feel more comfortable. 

You were half asleep when you heard Brock sniffling quietly and you knew he was very hurt, you started rubbing small circles on his back and occasionally scratching it to comfort him. “C’mon Brock, talk about it, I’ll listen to you.” You mumbled just loud enough that he could hear you.

“I just,”  Brock took a long sigh before he finished his sentence. “ I don’t know, I feel like I could’ve contributed more.” He buried his face back into your chest as he wrapped his arm around you. “Brock, you did absolutely amazing. It was your first time in the playoffs and I know you’ll have lots more chances. Stop being so hard on yourself.” 

Brock didn’t know how to respond to you, he knew you were right. There is going to be more chances but he definitely was just in the moment. “Get some sleep, I think we both need it. If you’re feeling better we should take the boys out for a walk and get ready for Minnesota.” You gave him one last kiss on the head before falling asleep. Brock is usually the type cutting you and being big spoon but tonight he needed to be the one who was being cuddled.

-

“Holy shit it’s already snowing?” You looked outside to see Milo and Coolie covered in snow.

“Yeah, it starts snowing pretty early here, not like Vancouver.” Brock laughed at the dogs playing in the snow as he wrapped his arms around you from behind and placed a light kiss to your cheek. The warmth from the fireplace heating up the house and standing there with Brock just felt right, you hadn't realize it but every single moment you’ve had with him just feels right. Wether it’s just sitting there in silence enjoying eachothers company or talking the whole night and not sleeping always just felt right.

“You’re my person, you’re who I want to be with for the rest of my life Brock. I love you, and I’ve waited too long to say that I never want to be with anyone else but you. And I mean it .” That was the first time you said anything like that to him. It was alway Brock who did things first. He asked you out first, initiated your first kiss, asked you to move in with him first and said I love you first. 

A wave of relief rushed through your body when Brock finally responded. “Then be with me for the rest of your life, cause I feel the same way y/n.” You guys stayed smiling at each other for awhile before the dogs came up and disrupted you. “Oh god, you guys are soaked.” Brock laughed while trying to get a towel so he can dry them off. You smiled and mumbled to yourself. “I love my boys,”  you snapped out of it quickly when you realized coolie was tackling Brock and he needed help so you sat your tea down and laughed at them as you tried to help Brock.

“Great hockey player, but can get tackled by a dog. Maybe should add that to a list of cons.” You teased Brock as you helped him up. Brock scoffed at you before pulling you in for a kiss and pulling away. “Add the great kisser to the pros list while you’re at it.” He said with a wink knowing that was one of the best kisses you’ve ever had and would be craving for a second one. 

You quickly scoffed at his cockiness and begged him for another kiss.