Mitch had to go to the US for a few ago for work, and you were stuck at home in Toronto. To say you missed him and he missed you was an understatement.

You had been sleeping on his side of his bed, wearing his sweater, doing anything to ease the ache of missing him. And, of course, you cheered him on from the couch at home.

He was supposed to be coming home sometime tomorrow, and it was currently 9:30 PM both where you and Mitch were. He was in Sunrise, Florida, playing the Panthers on their home ice.

You were curled up on his side of the bed, in his hoodie again, when a text message from him popped up on your screen.

"Hey, honey :) how was your day?"