Jonathan Toews Imagine

it was about ten o'clock at night and you were just about to put your four year old daughter, Madison, into bed.

" where daddy? " she asked, holding her little stuffed bunny in her tiny arms, looking at you with those wide chocolate eyes.

" he'll be back soon, daddy played hockey tonight, remember? " you answered to your daughter as you pulled her bed sheets up to her chest and kissed her forehead.

she nodded softly and yawned, you knew she wanted to stay up late enough to see her daddy but, it was past her usual bedtime and you could tell as soon as you turned out the light she'd be fast asleep.

" now go to sleep, you can see daddy in the morning, baby. " you smiled to her and kissed her forehead one last time as you sat up off the edge of her tiny bed. you heard Madison yawn once more before turning over in her bed and closing her eyes. you smiled to yourself as you turned off her light and quietly shut her bedroom door, now all you had to do was wait until your husband, Jonathan got home.

about half and hour went by, you were quietly watching tv downstairs when you heard the creaking of the front door opening and the thump of a hockey bag hitting your hardwood floor.

" hey baby, " Jonny said as he stepped into the living room and slipping off his coat, dropping it on the floor and walking over to sit beside you on the couch.

you looked over and raised your eyebrow at him, smirking lightly. " you're as bad as your daughter for not hanging up your coat, " he chuckled and kissed your lips softly.

" she in bed? "

you nodded and turned off the tv, grabbing your husbands hand, you got up off the couch.

" time for us to go to bed too. " you said as you lead him up the stairs quietly.

" i'm not tired though, "

" that's okay, we can cuddle until we are. "

" or we can do something more exciting . . " jonny said as you two entered your bedroom.

you cocked your head to the side and raised your eyebrow at him once more. " what do you have in mind, toews? " you tried to contain the smirk growing on your face.

Jonny pointed to the tv that you two had in the bedroom, his crooked smirk on his face showing, " NHL 15, if you win, we cuddle. if i win, we do a bit more than cuddling. "

you giggled softly and nodded. you knew that you two would probably be doing a bit more than cuddling no matter who won the game.

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