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When he opened the lunchbox, the note didn’t read “I’m so proud of you, honey.” or “Never forget how much you are loved :)” or any of the other little things that always made Jack smile.
No. Today it read something different.
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Jack was in a hurry to leave the house, well on his way to being late to his pre-game warmups. Bitty had let him nap longer than usual on the day of game seven of the Stanley Cup Finals, and then he had looked so irresistible in one of Jacks dressshirts and boxers that Jack had felt the need to kiss him breathless. And that led to, well, more kissing. And handjobs.
Now Bitty was back in the dressshirt and pushing his lunchbox with his pregame PB&J into his hands, kissing him goodbye one more time and whispering “Good luck, baby. I believe in you.” against his lips.
Jack ended up being at the rink early enough to eat his sandwich in his favourite spot in the mess hall without a hurry, so he did just that. He was already looking forward to the note Bitty always stuck on the wrapper around the sandwich.
But when he opened the lunchbox, the note didn’t read “I’m so proud of you, honey.” or “Never forget how much you are loved :)” or any of the other little things that always made Jack smile.
No. Today it read something different.
Today it read “Marry me?”.
Jack’s breath caught in his throat, only to come out in a choked laugh that made Tater, who entered the mess just then, look at him in confusion. Jack picked up the note, only for it to bend down immediately. Jack turned it around to find a plain silver ring taped on the other side.
With a shaking hand, he removed the ring and slid it on his left ring finger. He smiled at it goofily for a moment before picking up the sandwich and eating it, glancing at the ring and smiling every other bite.
He smiled through getting into his gear, earning him chirps from the guys. It was Tater who noticed the ring first. “What is this, Zimmboni?” he asked, pointing to Jack’s left hand.
The locker room went silent as Jack’s smile grew. “Bitty proposed.” he answered. The room immediately erupted in cheers, and Snowy shouted “Goddammit, Zimmermann!” and handed Guy, who smirked, money. Jack laughed and finished putting on his gear, clapping once to silence the room. “Look, guys. This” he held up his left hand, “is not the only ring I want to get today. So let’s win this game and get us that cup!”
The room cheered again, everyone finished putting on their gear and they went into the rink.
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