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One Shots

I Do

It was 3am the last time I looked at the clock, and the 2 things I could think of was how much I needed sleep and how nervous I was. I obviously fell asleep because my alarm going off at 7am startled me, 6 hours until I get married. I feel the nerves creeping up again. Not bad nerves, no not with my Roman. More like the kind of nerves where I’m worried I’m going to trip and fall walking down the aisle, or I’ll get my dress snagged on something and a colossal tear is going to be on my dress with no time to fix it, those kind of nerves.

I eat breakfast only because the hotel room full of bridesmaids cousins, aunts, and my mother and mother in law are instructing me to do so. Someone adds in a “If you don’t eat honey you’ll pass out” and it only makes my anxiety of something going wrong skyrocket, should someone tell Roman he should eat so he doesn’t pass out? I almost start chuckling when I remember that my hockey player fiancé never misses a meal, and he never eats a little bit either right now he’s probably halfway through a huge stack of pancakes while I try my hardest to drink some orange juice without getting sick.

By noon when my hair almost done and my dress is on I feel myself start to calm down. I take a slow sip of the water someone’s holding to my lips while simultaneously trying to step into my shoes. “Ok before we go we all just wanted to say how much we love you Alyson, and how happy we all are that you found Roman” my best friend and maid of honor Eliza says with a smile “Oh my God look at me I’m crying already ok, let’s go, before we ruin our makeup” she says with a laugh.

The 5 bridesmaids walk out of the hotel room towards the lobby as I grab my veil and my small box of gifts for the girls I haven’t given them yet. My mom exits the door with the box of everyone’s bouquets and Mrs. Josi grabs the tote with the makeup and hair styling tools for just in case and walks out behind her.

I take a moment to survey the room and make sure everyone has everything. Sitting on the table is my letter from Roman that his mother brought with her this morning. I read the words again a smile already across my face “My love, thank you for saying yes, not just to today, but to forever. I will spend my life reminding you how beautiful, loved, cherished, appreciated and worthy you are. The day I met you I knew I would marry you, I’m honored you saw it too. I cannot wait to meet you at the altar. Love always, Roman”

I fold it up and put it neatly in my little clutch purse and pull out my vows to check them over again. For probably the 15th time just today I’ve thought about changing my first sentence “Thank you, for saving me when I couldn’t save myself” but as I read it again now I realize just how important that statement is to our entire relationship.

The day I met Roman was one of the worst of my life, I was in the emergency room a black eye with a deep enough bruise that no amount of concealer would cover it, a busted lip and a right arm with a spiral fracture. I had asked Eliza to take me after my abusive then boyfriend left to go ‘blow off some steam’ after having to ‘deal with my mess’ she was pissed, I was terrified. The automatic doors slid open and in walked this guy with a charming smile kind hazel eyes and a Nashville Predators t-shirt on. He walked to the desk asked the receptionist something then sat next to me in the crowed ER. He smiles softly down at me and a few moments later a guy I recognize from all the hockey adds around town as Shea Weber exits the back with a sling on his arm “Hey Josi, thanks bud, just a sprain but ya know how they are” he says with a laugh and this Josi next to me stands to leave. Before leaving he turns to me and hands me a small card a number written across it “My name is Roman, he ever hits you again, or you just want out call me” he says his accent almost making impossible for me to understand.

I thought for sure I would never use it, but two weeks later I did, and just as he promised he came to my rescue. I didn’t date at all for a couple years, just made friends with the players on the Predators and got really close to Roman. He told me he would not ask me on a date, but if I ever felt the time was right and I really knew I wanted to date him not just because he’d given me a hand to do what I already needed to do bust just because it was him , he certainly would not object. He taught me everything I needed to know about Switzerland including the language or at least enough that I could carry on a decent conversation with his family.

When we started dating I looked at him and said “I love you” and he laughed saying “I love you too” and he thought for only a moment that it was platonic until I said “good pick me up at 6” that was and is the crux of our relationship, lighthearted seriousness, being available, being whatever the other has needed us to be. Our first fight was awful, it wasn’t even a big fight but the second his voice rose louder than its normal volume and I sunk back I watched his heart break. We’ve spent the last 4 years of our relationship learning how to be us, and the thought of that makes me smile, my thoughts are interrupted though when I hear a voice from the door

“Kalte Füße?” Mrs. Josi asks me and I turn to face her

“Cold feet? With Roman, never. I was just thinking about how happy I am” I say knowing she can understand English but has trouble with pronunciation “I’m ready now Mrs. Josi” I say walking towards the door she smiles and stops me taking my veil from my hands “Mom” she says in a thick accent and I smile at her and nod “Ok, mom. Let’s go” I say looping my arm with hers and closing the hotel room door behind us.

The ceremony goes by in a blur of flowers and white, I cry as Roman reads me his vows, his voice getting shaky, I take a deep breath and start my own, I hear people around us sniffling but I concentrate on the words in front of me and the man standing before me with watery eyes and a kind smile.

When the preacher asks the age old question Roman about has to choke out his “I do” and when he turns to me instructing I do the same I smile at Roman and send a wink towards my mother in law who has been helping me with proper pronunciation before opening my mouth “Ich werde” I say and Roman’s face lights up.


Ok, song "I Do" by Jessie James Decker, requested by @dbrunner24. Side note, for anyone that may speak German, or even those who may use Google translate to check text in stories the last one is not technically "I do" because quite frankly "Ja" doesn't really look aesthetically pleasing to me as an author so instead I went with "I will".

Also @dbrunner24 please never stop requesting stories, you challenge me to write about players I don't know details about! Feel free everyone else to send me a request and I will try to get to them!


could you do guy: Jake Guentzel name: Brooke matoic type of imagine: smut jake and I just got back from celebrating winning the Stanley Cup and he thinks I was flirting with Olli Maatta and Jakes gets jealous and after we get home this big huge fight breaks out between me and jake he says that he should have listened to PK Subban and leave me and I told him that he probably should have and then I mumbled under my breath that I bet Olli could do a lot better when it comes to sex unlike jake and he hears me now he's far beyond pissed off he tells me to repeat myself but he knows what I said I repeat myself and then he tells me he's going to prove that he can do better because he needs to set me straight.

Brooke_Seguin Brooke_Seguin

Thank you so much! I'm really hoping to get back to my writing soon!

Stephenie Stephenie

Love your new update with James Neal! I can't wait to read more of your work!

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