It was a warmer day in Halifax as you walked alongside your longterm boyfriend, Jonathan. You had taken some vacation time to visit the east coast of Canada with him. He was planning to show you the arena where he played hockey during his seasons in the CHL for the Halifax Mooseheads. You both were walking in a quiet, peaceful manner, enjoying the company of one another. 

Thankfully your work had allowed you to take the two weeks off. You worked for a law firm in Tampa; you were just past two years as a paralegal. It was something you enjoyed, which is what mattered most too you. You had made friends with plenty of other paralegals, and even some of the hotshot lawyers. Many of the lawyers were just fans of the Lightning though, part of you suspected they just wanted a way to meet players from the team.

Your fingers interlaced with Jonathan's as you both sat on a bench in a park, not far from where you were staying. It was a little early in the day, plus with it being only June most of the children were in school still. It made for a peaceful atmosphere as you rested your head on his shoulder.

"What would happen if the Lightning didn't place you on their roster next season?" You asked him, out of the blue.

He sighed, "I'm not sure. I wouldn't want to report to the AHL team, but I might in order to look good for a trade."

"Trade? You still don't want to be in Tampa? Even after how well you played in the playoffs?" You worried what would happen if he were traded far away, like the west coast, or even to Canada.

"I have no idea. I've really been trying to not think about hockey, it's gotten so complicated," he leaned back on the bench.

You placed a kiss on his cheek, "I know. I'm sorry to stress you out by bringing this up."

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "You don't have to be sorry. It is something important that we don't talk about enough." He paused for a moment. "What would you do if I was traded to somewhere out west?"

"What do you mean?" You asked him.

"Would you follow me?" He looked at you, serious about his question.

"Jon, I have my own life in Tampa. I can't just pack up in a moments notice and follow you to god knows where" You explained. 

For a moment neither of you talked. You could feel his chest rise and fall; you could sense he was upset by what you said.

"What did you expect Jon? I have a career that I'm trying to make," you reasoned with him.

He sighed and moved his arm away. He leaned forward placing his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands. "I just hoped you might... I don't want to lose you, and I know how much we both shit on long-distance relationships. You're one person I can't lose in my life, not now, not when I'm still figuring out how to balance my time with you and my time towards hockey."

"Jon..." You started to speak before reaching for his arm closest to you. "I care about you too; I think we'll be okay. They didn't trade you last season; they probably can't find the deal they are looking for."

He leaned into your touch; his head turned to face you. "I love you y/n."

"I love you too Jon," you stood up and in front of him. "Come on, let's walk back to our room and watch an episode of Game of Thrones." You pulled him to his feet.

He laughed and held your hand as the two of you made the short distance back to where you were staying. Making small talk about random things as you walked.

"You better not be ahead of me. I'll be mad if you're watching our show without me." He joked.

You joked with him, "I might have binged a season, or 6." You lightly elbowed him as he unlocked the door and you both set down your things and slipped off your shoes. He threw himself onto the bed first, landing with a light thump. As he had jumped towards the bed, you watched his phone go across the room. Being the wonderful girlfriend you were you picked it up for him and brought it over. As you grabbed it the screen lit up and you noticed that there were three missed calls from Steve Yzerman.

"Hey, your phone has been on silent... You've got three missed calls from Steve," You handed the phone too him. Suddenly you were aware of the pit in your stomach.

Jon sat up in the bed and unlocked his phone, immediately calling Yzerman back. You sat on the edge of his side of the bed, looking towards him worried.

"Hello, it's Jonathan Drouin. I'm sorry I missed your earlier calls."

"I'm doing well. I'm spending time with my girlfriend back in Halifax right now."

"Oh. Wow. I can't believe this, thank you so much. Pen and paper? Uh, just give me a second to find a pen- yup okay."

You handed him both the pen and paper as Jonathan clicked the pen and scribbled in the corner to make sure it worked.

"Okay 514-555-8759. Thank you again, this is incredible. Sorry for everything I did this season, it was incredibly unprofessional, and I'll always think about how I should have handled the situation as more of an adult. Thank you for everything Steve. Goodbye" Jonathan hung up the phone.

You had begun to bite the inside of your cheek, a weird nervous tick you had developed. You prayed he had been traded to Florida, but the area code of the phone number wasn't familiar to you at all. Part of you never knew your entire life could be torn away with one sentence, eight words.

"y/n. I've been traded to the Montreal Canadiens."