It was the day after the Devils lost and got eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs. Hey, there was always next season, right?

Not for Jesper. The poor guy had gone through hell and back to see his team win like the captain, Nico Hischier, did, but it all seemed to be in vein.

God, all Jesper wanted to do was get back home to you in Sweden and curl up in your arms and pass out. He was exhausted, frustrated, irritated, disappointed, angry, and sad.

When Jesper finally got back home to you, he dropped his bag by the front door, practically kicked the door shut, kicked off his shoes by the door, and walked to you.

You were in the living room, dead set on trying to make a rubber band bracelet for yours and Jesper's daughter, who was in her room, asleep.

When you lifted your head after a second, you didn't have any time to react as Jesper basically flopped on you, burying his face into your chest.

Jesper spoke after a single second as he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders and a kiss to the crown of his head. "I just... wanna stay here..." he mumbled, the exhaustion weighing on the poor guy as his eyes fell shut.

Bratter just wanted to snuggle and cuddle into you and never wanted to get up.