AN: For the anon who requested an Erik Gudbranson story.
Erik leaned against the front door and exhaled, glad to finally be home. All of the lights were off in the apartment, making him frown in disappointment. She said she’d wait up for him, but he really couldn’t blame her for going to bed when it was this late. He wearily dropped his suitcase onto the floor, and trudged to the bedroom, where a faint light was now visible through the slightly open door. He stepped inside and his heart warmed at the sight that greeted him.
She was propped up against all four of their pillows, but her head was tilted off to the side as she breathed the deep, even breaths of sleep. A book rested against her chest and a mug of still-hot coffee was on her nightstand. She wasn’t under the covers, and he noticed she was wearing her baggy sweat pants and one of his t-shirts. It helped her feel closer to him when he was away, she said once, and her perfume usually lingered on the fabric when she would give it back, so he had no complaints on that score.
But the most important thing he noticed was that she had waited for him. Or at least tried to.
As he approached their bed, she stirred and opened her eyes.
“What time is it?” she asked groggily.
Erik glanced down at his watch and raised his eyebrows. “Late enough.” He sat next to her as she removed the book and placed it on the nightstand and straightened herself.
“I’m sorry I didn’t stay awake. I had so much friggin’ crap to do today before my parents get here this weekend,” she murmured as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes. He chuckled and kissed her on the forehead with a smile. He loved her the most when she was like this; barely awake and grumpy.
“It’s okay. I’d be asleep if I were you, too.” He wordlessly kicked his shoes off and shed his suit before climbing into the bed as she turned out the lights and curled up in his embrace. “Did you manage to watch the game?” he asked with a yawn.
She snuggled closer to him, her mouth against his shoulder and her hand resting on his abdomen. “Two assists and a goal? Good job, baby. You should play Edmonton more often.”
He laughed. “Then I’ll always come home this late from those games.”
“Oh,” she mumbled, drifting off to sleep again. “I guess I’ll need more coffee…”