You’ve been dating Ilmari Kinnunen for a few months, and it’s been a huge adjustment for you. You didn’t know that he was a world renowned athlete being scouted for the Finnish National Team for the Olympics when you first met him. No, to you he was a beautiful, beast of a man with a hot accent and a voice like liquid gold. Better yet? He’s loves animals. The first time you saw him was at a Sea Turtle Fundraiser.

You hit it off quite well, and spent a few days hanging out, which bloomed into nights, and dates, and eventually, him inviting you to move into his home with him. You happily obliged, moving out of your rental apartment and into Ilmari’s beautiful house.

For the first few weeks, you had to adjust even more to his schedule. You knew that he worked a lot, but now that you lived with him, it was even more to keep up with. However, you did get to become an honorary WAG, meeting the other Wives and Girlfriends of the players. After all, the Jacksonville Rays, a brand new, shining NHL team was the talk of the hockey world.

You don’t go to a lot of the practices and such, but you go to every game, traveling with the team. You help the Equipment Manager with his work, in turn, you’re allowed to see every game close up.

Two days after another Shutout victory for the Rays, you’re at home waiting for Ilmari to get back from PT at the rink. His hip had been giving him issues, and after much nagging, he finally agreed to let someone look at it. You would have preferred Rachel Price, the new team hip and knee doctor, to have checked him, but she was out of town.

He’s gone for hours. Far longer than you would have expected him to be. Ilmari usually messages you if he’s going to be late, but it’s radio silence. Just as you’re about to call him, the front door swings open, the massive Finn stepping over the threshold.

He looks absolutely furious. You watch him stalk into the living room, growling angrily in Finnish. He paces, and you watch him worriedly.