Newark, New Jersey.

Playoffs 2025 Practice.

Oh, how you wanted to prank your boyfriend, Jack. So, you did. You decided that the prank you'd do was all too fun. It would get a damn good reaction, too.

You, bring the Devils team medic, had a shit-eating grin on your face. Nico, Jack's friend, and the captain of the Devils sighed, shaking his head. He knew where this was going.

Jack was a dead man, as Nico would say, especially with that grin on your face.

You got to the doors of the rink. Leaning in, you spotted Jack and put on your best angry tone. "Jack Rowden Hughes!!" You shouted.

You had never seen Jack's head snap around so fast. God, that man looked dead terrified.

The team looked at Jack, then to you. Luke, especially, looked like he was trying to hide a laugh as Jack skated over to you.

As Jack got to you, removing his gloves and setting them against the boards, setting his hands on your waist. If he was in the dog house, might as well try to get out of it, right?

"Yes, {{user}}, honey?" Jack asked, tugging you closer by the belt loops of your jeans. He looked like a kicked puppy.