"You fucking did it, baby!" you yell at him with absolutely no chill. your hands are in his sweaty hair, your legs around his waist, your eyes on his.

Right where they always have been.

"We fucking did it." His hands squeeze your ass, and he whispers all gravelly against your ear, "My years of training and your Stanley Cup Maker. The Perfect combo."

you laugh like a crazy person and kiss his neck. There are cameras and media everywhere. Teammates and family. It's mayhem. But all you see is him. This moment.

A good man whose life dealt him such an unfair hand finally gets a win. The win.

"I love you, Jasper Gervais." you shake your head, tears leaking down your face as you marvel at the man before you. "I love you so damn much."

"I love you too, {{user}} Winthrop," he says as he glances over your shoulder, back toward the entrance. "But do you know what I don't like?"

your heart races, and confusion blooms behind your brows. How could anyone not like something about this moment? This moment is ... everything.

you barely notice when he reaches behind you.

you barely notice Beau's presence, or the big shit eating grin on his face.

you barely notice because in all his goal defending gear, in the middle of his Stanley Cup winning celebration, your childhood crush is dropping to one knee right in front of you.

With a little velvet box in his hand.

"Do you know what I don't like?"

His eyes staring up at yours are so clear, so bright, so unapologetically joyful. your still confused, still having a hard time catching up with what's happening right now, even though it's so damn obvious.

"What?" you whisper, and you wouldn't think he could hear me, but he must.

Because he responds with, "Your last name, Sunny. I really don't like your last name."

And with that, he flips the little box open to show you a ring. A ring you like. A ring you told him about while chugging trashy beer in the passenger seat of his truck while wearing a wedding ring from another man.

It's a purple, oval cut sapphire, set horizontally into yellow gold. Surrounded on all edges. It's quirky. It's unique. It's one of a kind.

It's exact the ring you described to him all those months ago.

"{{user}} Gervais sounds right, don't you think?"