Trinity woke up due to the bright morning sun. Jonathan was still asleep, leaving her to look at his muscled back. She moved a little bit closer to him, enjoying his warmth. She placed a kiss on his jaw, the scratchiness of his stubble familiar to her lips.


"Mmm, good morning to you too." Jonathan's blue eyes fluttered open as he awoke, a smile resting on his lips.


"I love that sexy, morning, man voice." Trinity giggled quietly.


"If you like the sexy man voice, you must like this sexy man in general, mon amour." Jonathan laughed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his body.


"I sure do, Älskling." She replied, smiling and Jonathan put a face frown on his face.


"That's unfair! I don't know Swedish!" He complained, slightly teasing.


"Well you picked a girl who grew up in Europe!" Trinity shoved him gently.


"So what, you know like 10000 languages?" Jonathan rolled his eyes at his fiancée.


"Well growing up in Sweden you basically gotta know the atleast the other Scandinavian languages! I know 6 languages. Swedish, Finnish, Danish, Norwegian, English, and French." She bragged slightly.


"Blah blah blah. Yeah of course you know French, you were raised in the French part of Sweden."He continued rolling his eyes. "When our baby is born, we are raising it a French speaker! No some Scandinavian trash language."


"You're getting so rattled its kinda hot." Trinity smiled, getting a smile in return from her fiancé. "Your smile is gorgeous I could never live a day without it."


"Gorgeous like the rest of me." Jonathan added to piss her off playfully, and did exactly that. Trinity punched him playfully in the arm.


"You're so full of yourself, Marchessault."


"You're the one to wear my name on your back, so......" He shrugged, smiling once again.


"Hmph." Trinity rolled her eyes.


"It's confidence, its in the family. Its in you too, you're just more selfless." Jonathan grabbed her hand and kissed it.


"You never cease to flatter me, you damn Canadian." A slight flush crept along her face.


"Does this mean you'll cheer for Team Canada in the world championships now?" Jonathan spoke randomly, but he knew she hated basically anyone but Sweden.


"As long as Crosby's still alive, no. I will always hate Team Canada." Trinity laughed as Jon shook his head in mock disappointment.


Trinity's phone rang, she looked at the caller ID. This conversation could not go well.

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