My boyfriend, Jonathan Toews, captain of the Chicago Blackhawks had injured himself in one of his hockey games a few days ago. He had broken his ankle but claimed he had only sprained it.
"Ahhh" Jon groans as he gets up from the chair that he was sitting on.
"Let me help you" I say getting up off the couch to help Jon with what he was going to do. I go over to his side and attempt to help him.
"I don't need your help, I can take care of myself" Jon tells me and then shrugs me off his arm.
I cross my arms over my chest and stare at Jon.
"What?" He says.
"You need my help, your always complaining that your not getting better, and you would be getting better if you let me help you" I say.
"I can take care of myself. I don't need any help and especially not yours" Jon says before limping away to the bathroom.
I sit back down on the couch with my arms crossed, still mad at Jon for not letting me help him. He always does this. He always thinks he never needs any help and it pisses me off. He thinks he's better and stronger than me just because he's male. Then I hear a big thud come from around the bathroom.
I walk over there to see Jon laying on the floor, guessing that he had just fell.
"Are you going to help me or just stand there?" Jon says.
"I thought you didn't need my help?" I say with a smirk.
Jon sits up and looks at me. "Just help me up". He says.
"Not until you apologise". I say.
"I'm sorry, (Y/N), now help me up". Jon says.
"Good boy, now I'll help you up". I say crouching down to pick him up by his arms.
"Once my ankle heals, You'll be sorry you ever called me a good boy" Jon says with a smirk as I help him up.
"Shut up, Captain Serious" I say as I finish pulling Jon up.
"I don't like being called that but, you can still call me captain" Jon says smirking at me.
"If you don't stop with all the dirty talk , I'll push you down again" I say.
"What ever you say, honey" He says slapping my butt. I lightly slap his face and he looks at me and smirks.
"Your being a bad girl, (Y/N)" Jon says wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Not as bad as you" I say.
"If my ankle wasn't sprained, I would pick up and carry you up to the bedroom and have my way with you" He says.
"Then you'll have something to wait for then, and you broke your ankle not sprained" I say smirking and walking away.
"(Y/F/N), you get back here right now" Jon says limping to follow me.
"Come and get me, Jon" I say and sit down on the couch. Jon plops down on the couch right next to me and wraps his arms around me.
"Why didn't you want me to help you before?" I ask.
"I didn't want to be a burden for you, (Y/N), I didn't want you to forget about taking care of yourself because you were too busy taking care of me". Jon says.
"Jonny, Baby you could never be a burden, I love you and I want you and I don't like seeing you hurt" I say stroking Jon's cheek.
"I love you too, (Y/N)" Jon says kisses my cheek.
"I thought that you didn't want my help cause, you thought you were better than me". I breathe out in relief.
"Better than you, that's impossible, even for me!" Jon says and kisses me.
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