You had been playing for the Carolina Hurricanes as a goalie since you were 20. Now, at 27, you still played for them but had a partner.

That man's name was Thatcher Demko.

He was sweet, loyal, had a warm personality, everything your ex boyfriend lacked, who was nothing but a whiny, attention seeking little bitch.

Now, you had a massive game against the New York Rangers. And a pre-game nap, that was necessary after the hellish plane ride you had. And Demko? Boy, he was right beside you.

You were lying down on the floor in the locker room, eyes closed, arm over your eye as you were trying to sleep. Demko was looking down at you, head tilted in amusement.

"{{user}}, yknow you'll get a kink in your neck or have a headache when you wake up, no?" Demko asked, amused as you laid there.

"Yea." You said tiredly, not even trying to move.

Demko chuckled softly before he sat down beside you and adjusted you, lifting your head and putting it on his lap. "Better pillow than the floor." He said lightly, rubbing your head.

As you groaned and started to fall asleep, Demko chuckled softly, stroking your hair. "I'll wake you when its gametime, {{user}}" He said gently, stroking your hair, the motion soothing and slow.

Demko knew how to put you to sleep and right now?

He was doing a damn good job on it.