NHL imagines (requests closed) (3-18-18)(#wattys2017)

Rob McClanahan-fighter

For SloveniaReader95 Hope you like it!

My boyfriend of a year Rob was meeting me at a local restaurant so we could have dinner with my parents. Since he wanted to meet them. Though they were not here yet.

He was coming home from the Olympic Games. I had only been able to watch the first and second matches because of work and my hockey. I play goal for a local college hockey team.

Today I was wearing a hat that covered my eyes and I also had my hair covering my right eye. I had gotten into a line brawl and took a nice hit to my eye. Though I broke the girls nose and she had to get her brow stitched.

I heard the door open with a bing and turned to see Rob with a black eye and a busted lip.

"Who gave you that black eye?" I ask him

"Who gave you yours?" He asks back moving my hair careful not to touch my eye.

"I asked you first." I say as he takes a seat in the next to me in the booth. Picking the small ice pack I brought with me and lightly putting it to my eye.

"Some Russian guy. Your turn." He says rolling his eyes.

"Some Russian college goalie." I say smirking.

"Did you win?"

"Did I win? What kind of question is that? Of course I won." I say taking the ice pack and his hand off my eye and placing the ice pack on his.

"My girl. Good to see your not over confident." He says rolling his eyes. Well eye that I can see.

"Says you." I say.

"What is that supposed to mean?" He asks

"You know exactly what I mean." I say setting the ice pack on the table and slightly getting in his face.

"Your cute when you get feisty" he says inching closer.

"I would kiss you but I don't want to hurt your lip." I say kissing his cheek right on the corner of his lips.

"That's just mean. How about we-"

"Hey Mom." I say as I see her entering the restaurant my dad not far behind.

"Hey dad." I say.

"How about you come give your old man a hug." My dad says as he comes to the table. Rob quickly slides out letting me greet my parents. Before I introduce him.

"What the hell happened to you two?" My dad asks as he and my mom take a seat in the booth seats in front of us.

"We both got in fight." I reply.

"Apparently your better at blocking than your boy here." My dad says.

"Dad?!"

"Frank?!" My Mom and I say at the same time.

"Your daughter is definitely a very good fighter. I could definitely learn a thing or two from her." Rob says pulling me into his side. Kissing the side of my head.

After that we all order food and drinks us all talking about hockey.

Needless to say Rob and my dad got along and my mom liked him. All and all it was an amazing day, even if we both had black eyes.