Rafe was no stranger to the ice.

He was a hockey player, playing for the Figure 8 hockey team, so he was used to skating around, the adrenaline, everything that came with the game. Rafe's good, really good. Probably the best player the team has. It's down to how often he trains and how dedicated he is, also his innate talent.

You, have never skated in your life. Not once, literally, not once have you ever skated. It's funny how your boyfriend is a star hockey player but you've never been in the rink before, however that's just how it happened. Though, eventually, Rafe wanted to change this. It wasn't often he went out onto the ice without the gear, without his entire team, but here he was, trying to coax you out to join him.

"C'mon, babe," he tells you, watching the way you fiddle with your skates beneath you for a moment. He'd been crouched down just moments ago to help you tie them, however you looked like you were ready to untie them and literally flee.

"If I can play a whole hockey game out here, you can skate around with your boyfriend for a lil' bit," he muses, holding a hand out for you.

You really did underestimate yourself. Rafe knew you could do it, and besides, he'd let you hold onto him the entire you were skating just to reassure you. He wasn't gonna let you go in blind, was he?

"Babe," he says once more, tone patient.