Alex [I Love You, Baby] Ovechkin one-shot

“Laurie! Come on! We’re late!” I heard my friend Jake call. I sighed softly to myself as I frantically ran around my room in search of my jersey. I finally found it, grabbed it off the hook and threw it on over the bright blue halter top I was wearing with my white jeans. I grabbed my poster from the floor, threw on my white flats with the red and blue bows on them (I had colored them with permanent markers in school when I was bored) and ran downstairs to meet Jake. “Well, look who finally made it!” He joked.

“Yeah, yeah, let’s just go,” I said.

“Awww, don’t want to miss your Ovie?” He teased.

“No, I don’t, actually,” I said, running out to my car and getting in. I wish I’d thought to grab an umbrella, it was pouring rain out. After Jake got into the car, soaking wet, I might add, I put the key in the ignition and drove toward the Verizon Center, home of the Capitals. We parked close to the entrance; being a season ticket holder had its advantages. We ran inside (It was raining harder now) and shook ourselves dry like dogs. We laughed to ourselves, then found our seats in the first row up from the ice, directly across from where the opponent’s goalie was for two periods. We were early, so Jake went to go get snacks and pop, so I settled in and watched around. Getting bored, I finally got up and left to wander the arena. I accidentally walked into someone while I was wandering. “Oh! I’m sorry!” I exclaimed. The person I walked into chuckled a bit.

“That’s all right. I wasn’t paying attention either,” The guy said in choppy English. My head snapped up and I found myself looking into the smiling face and beautiful dark brown eyes of Alex Ovechkin. I smiled back somewhat shyly, and he saw my jersey.

“Oh, you’re a fan, huh?” He said.

“The biggest, I’ve been told,” I responded, mentally smacking myself afterward. Jeez, girl, how stupid can you get? He laughed out loud at this.

“How much more would you love me if I autographed your jersey?” He asked. Inside, I was squealing and jumping up and down.

“More than you can ever imagine,” I breathed, my excitement nearly killing me. He laughed again and pulled a Sharpie from his pocket.

“Turn around for a minute,” He said, and I turned to let him sign it. It took a while, but he finally stepped away. He pulled something else out of his pocket, and put a hand on my shoulder briefly to stop me from moving. He put a piece of electrical tape over part of what he wrote then stepped away. “You can turn around again now,” He said. I debated with myself for a minute, and then I hugged him.

“Thank you so much!” I exclaimed. He laughed again, and I inhaled his scent. It was clean, as though he had just showered. Of course, the game hasn’t started yet, I reminded myself. “I should get to my seat, my friend’s probably worried,” I said, stepping away. He smiled at me again, and I thought my heart was going to stop.

“See you after the game,” He said, and he walked off toward the locker room. As I was walking away, I heard catcalls from the locker room, followed by scuffling and shouts of “Hey!” and “Ouch!” I laughed to myself as I made my way back to my seat. Jake was there already, and he looked worried.

“There you are! I was worried about you!” He exclaimed, crushing me to him.

“Jake, I’m fine! Let go, I can’t breathe!” I said.

“Where were you?” He asked.

“I ran into Alex Ovechkin! Literally,” I said. He laughed.

“Yeah, sure you did,” He said, rolling his eyes.

“I did, see?” I turned so he could see the autograph and message. I would wait until I got home to read it. The game started shortly after this, and I pressed my sign to the glass. Alex skated by and glanced at it. I saw him smile every time he read it. It was in the way of my face, so he couldn’t see who was holding it. After a while, I took it down so I could actually see the game. I moved it just in time to see Alex score. As we jumped up and cheered, Alex leapt up into the glass right in front of me. He winked at me, and I giggled. He smiled wide, and mouthed, “See you after the game!” with another wink. I saw Jake’s jaw drop from the corner of my eye and laughed at him. After the game, I went down to wait outside of the locker room for Alex when one of the security guards walked over to me.

“Hello miss, we were told you’d come here by Alex, and he said to send you in when you got here,” He said to me. I was surprised.

“Oh, all right, then,” I said. I followed him into the locker room. He pointed me toward Alex’s stall. I thanked him and sat in front of it. The guys were staring at me and whispering to each other. “You know, you’re as bad as high school girls with all the whispering,” I stated. Nicklas Backstrom laughed, and soon a couple of other guys joined in. I smiled at them, and Alex walked

over toward us, wearing only a towel.

“What’s so funny?” He asked, and I glanced up at him, then looked away, embarrassed. “Oh! Hi,” He said to me, and I saw his face go red. I smiled back, keeping my head down.

“Hi,” I said. “Sorry to be just randomly sitting here,” I said.

“No problem at all,” He said. We chatted a bit, and Nick came over toward us, followed by Olaf Kolzig.

“Alex, who’s your new friend?” Nick asked. Alex looked at me blankly. I laughed and held my hand out to Nick.

“My name’s Laurie,” I said. He shook my hand, then looked at Alex.

“Jeez, you don’t even know her name? Some friend you are,” He joked. We laughed, and I put an arm around Alex’s shoulders.

“We actually just met before the game,” I said, defending him.

“Oh, all right,” Nick said. “C’mon, Olie, let’s give them some space.” He and Olie the Goalie left. Alex sighed in relief.

“I thought they’d never leave,” He muttered to himself. I laughed lightly, and he smiled at me.

“So, what are we doing?” I asked as he finished changing and we left.

“I was thinking we could celebrate the win,” He said.

“Cool, but I’m going to need to catch a ride with you. I gave my friend Jake my car so he could get home,” I said.

“No problem,” He said, and I smiled as I climbed into the passenger side of his car. We drove to a bar near the arena and found that it was almost full to capacity. We eventually found a table and sat down, talking and laughing before he stood up abruptly.

“Dance with me,” He said, and he grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor. We danced for a couple of songs, enjoying ourselves. We left the place around 1:00 am. He drove me home, and I sat in his car for a bit. “I had a great time,” He said to me.

“So did I,” I said, turning to look at him. He was smiling, I could see. I leaned toward him a bit, and he leaned in to, half closing his eyes. I leaned in farther, and I felt his lips connect with mine. He pulled me closed, wrapping an arm around my waist and putting his free hand on my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled myself closer. After a while, we broke apart to breath. We came together again, kissing each other with gentle passion, and I broke away again. “Wow,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I love you,” He said softly to me.

“I love you, too,” I said. We kissed again, and he walked me to my door, holding my hand the whole way there.

Henrik || F r e e F a l l i n' || Zetterberg mini-series

Henrik F r e e F a l l i n’ Zetterberg

Well, tomorrow is a new day, I guess, I thought to myself as I left the locker room after our team’s loss. I was disappointed that we hadn’t beaten the league leaders, though I had scored our only goal of the night. I was starting to get upset, and I threw a pad against the wall in anger. “Kara, calm down,” My friend Melinda said, putting a hand on my arm. I took a deep breath in; let it out slowly. I calmed down after doing this a few times. I smiled at Melinda.

“I’m all right now, Mel,” I said. She smiled.

“Good, now finish changing,” She ordered.

“Yes ma’am,” I said, saluting her. She laughed as we finished changing before the other girls even got into the locker room. We left quickly since the Red Wings were supposed to be playing in the Joe in about an hour. Some of the guys were already starting to get there, notably Nicklas Lidstrom, Pavel Datsyuk and Henrik Zetterberg. I stared as the walked into the Joe past us.

“Wait,” I said, catching Mel’s arm and dragging her back in.

“What?” She said in a hushed voice. I pointed as the guys went toward the locker room. I tried to warn them, but Mel clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me back. They tried to walk in, but jumped back when our teammates started screaming. Mel burst into laughter. Henrik glanced back and walked toward us.

“You knew they were in there?” Henrik asked, raising an eyebrow. Mel nodded, and I tried to get her to let go of me by licking her hand.

“Ewww! Gross, Kara!” She cried, jumping back.

“Ha! It never fails!” I said triumphantly. Henrik stared at us like we were crazy. “I tried to warn you guys, but she wouldn’t let me,” I explained.

“I wanted to see how they’d react!” Mel said, bursting into laughter again. I smacked her in the back of the head.

“I’m sorry,” I said to him. He smiled.

“No harm, no foul,” He said. I found myself smiling back. “Are you going to the game tonight?” He asked.

“I wish, but we don’t have tickets,” I responded. His face fell. “We did manage to get tickets for the Winter Classic, however,” I added quickly. His face lit up instantly.

“I’ll have to look for you guys then,” He said. “But right now, I have to get ready for tonight,” He laughed.

“Okay then. I guess we’ll see you at the Winter Classic,” I said, waving. He smiled and waved back.

Two weeks later...

I was very excited. Two hours from now, I’d get to see Henrik again! I was practically running around the hotel room looking for my Zetterberg jersey. “Calm down, Kara,” Mel said. “Deep breaths. Check the closet,” She suggested. I did, and there it was, hanging up.

“I love you, Mel,” I said, hugging her. “Except when you do things like that!” I yelled, pointing at her Kane jersey.

“I have to show my Kaner a little love,” She retorted. I rolled my eyes as we left for Wrigley Field. It was packed, but at least we had seats near the ice. We were quiet as the game started, and about thirty seconds into the game the Red Wings scored. I jumped up and cheered loudly along with the other Detroit fans. Henrik had scored. As he skated past, he caught my eye and winked at me. I smiled and waved. ‘See you after the game!’ He mouthed on his way past. I nodded and watched the rest of the game, excited to be able to see him again.

Henrik F r e e F a l l i n’ Zetterberg o2

I raced down to the locker rooms after the game ended in a Detroit victory of 5-4 in a shootout over the Blackhawks. I felt giddy and excited to be seeing Henrik again. I knocked on the locker room door. Pavel Datsyuk answered it. “Who are you here to see?” He asked curiously, leaning in the doorway. I smiled.

“Henrik,” I answered simply. He smiled and stepped aside. I made my way to Henrik’s locker amidst whispers and stares. I glanced around, raising an eyebrow. “Wow, really? You’re as bad as gossiping old women,” I said. Pavel snorted and Nicklas Lidstrom laughed. Henrik emerged from the shower and glanced around.

“What’s so funny?” He asked. His eyes fell on me, and at that precise moment I realized he wasn’t wearing anything other than a towel. His eyes widened, and I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I turned away. “Ah, hi,” He said, and I saw that his face was as red as mine must have been.

“Hi,” I responded. I was fairly embarrassed, to say the least. This was the first time I’d seen a three quarters of the way naked guy, let alone a hockey player. “Um, I’m going to go over there so you can finish changing,” I said and rushed over to Pavel’s locker space. Henrik smiled at me gratefully as I turned toward Pavel. He smiled at me.

“I don’t think we were properly introduced. I’m Pavel Datsyuk, though I’m sure you already knew that,” He said. I nodded.

“I’m Kara Mastron, nice to meet you,” I said. We talked until Henrik came over fully dressed. I smiled up at him and he smiled back.

“So, are you going to come celebrate with us?” He asked. I nodded excitedly.

“Sure! Sounds like fun!” I said. Henrik looked around.

“Where’s your friend?” He asked. I waved it off.

“Probably in the Hawks locker room,” I said. He looked confused. “She’s a Kane fan,” I explained. He smiled and nodded.

“Well, why don’t we go get them and invite them to come with us?” He suggested. I nodded and we went to the locker room to get Melinda, Patrick Kane and Jonathan Toews. I knocked on the locker room door and none other than Mr. Patrick Kane himself answered.

“Kara!” He exclaimed, pulling me into a loose hug. I smiled and pushed him away.

"PK!” I said. Henrik looked at us strangely. “Pat and I grew up next door to each other in Buffalo. We went out for about two weeks, but then we realized we were better off being just friends. I haven’t seen him in a while!” I explained. “Oh, Pat, this is Henrik Zetterberg. Henrik, this is Patrick Kane.” They shook hands, but I sensed some hostility from Henrik. I locked eyes with him questioningly, but he waved me off. I felt a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach as I went to find Melinda.

Henrik’s POV


As Kara went off, I turned to Patrick. “So,” I said.

“We’re best friends. I wouldn’t throw that away by trying to go out with her when I know we’re not meant to be together,” He said. I stared at him. He smiled at me. “I can see just by the way she looks at you that being with you would make her very happy. Don’t screw it up, because if you hurt her, I’ll kill you,” He threatened. I locked eyes with him and saw that he was entirely serious about it. I nodded.

“I won’t hurt her, I promise. I think I’m in love with her too much to hurt her,” I said softly. His face cleared as he smiled.

“She loves you, too. Now go get her, tiger!” He said. I laughed as I went off to find Kara.

Kara’s POV


Henrik came over to us, a smile on his face. I stood up and faced him. He opened his arms and pulled me into a hug. “Come on, we’re going to go,” He said. Melinda stood up and Patrick followed us. Jonathan Toews ran after us. I smiled as I got into Henrik’s car. Mel, Jon and Pat got into Jon’s car, since Pat’s car was in the repair shop. We got to the bar and found an empty table to sit at. Pavel and Nicklas joined us a little while later, and we all talked and got to know each other. Soon, the others got up to go dance, leaving me and Henrik alone with each other. As a slower song started, Henrik and I went and danced for a bit. Afterward, he pulled me out of the bar and took me to his car.

“Henrik, what-“ My question was cut off by his soft lips capturing mine. I pulled him closer and we stayed like that until the need for air overcame us both.

“I’m in love with you,” He said, and he captured my mouth with his once more. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven.

Henrik F r e e F a l l i n’ Zetterberg o3 {The End}

After Henrik finally stopped kissing me long enough for us to leave, he drove me to the hotel the team was staying at. He took me up to his room and pressed me against the door, kissing me lightly on the mouth. I placed my hands against his firm chest as he drew me further into his room. Needless to say, it was a good night.

One month later...


I woke up in the morning to a churning stomach. I pushed myself out of Henrik’s arms and raced to the bathroom. “Kara?” He called, following me down the hallway. I threw up violently and Henrik came in, holding my hair out of my face. “Its okay, Kara,” He said over and over, rubbing my back lightly. I finally finished, tears streaking my cheeks. He helped me up and to the sink where I brushed my teeth to get rid of the puke smell. Pulling my hair back into a ponytail, I turned back to him.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. He shook his head.

“Don’t apologize,” He said softly, pulling me against him and kissing my forehead lightly. As soon as my stomach settled, we got ready for the day. He had missed practice because of me, and I apologized to him consistently for it, but he waved it off.

“I’m sure the guys don’t mind if my missing practice is because I wanted to make sure you were all right,” He pointed out. I grudgingly gave in; there was no was to miss that one. I was okay with it for one morning, but when it kept happening for the next few weeks, I decided there was definitely something wrong. One day after practice, I told Henrik I wanted to go to the hospital to see what was wrong with me. He drove me there and I told the doctor my symptoms. He smiled knowingly and told me I was probably pregnant. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. He did a test and confirmed it. I went back to Henrik and told him what the doctor said. He was overjoyed by the news.

Two Months Later

The last few months were hectic as we prepared for the baby as well as mine and Henrik’s wedding before it got too noticeable that I was even having a baby. I told my parents and friends about it, and Melinda was really excited since that meant she could come to the wedding with Patrick and see him again. I was happy that everything was going well.

Three Months Later, Henrik’s POV


I was sitting at the arena, waiting for the game to start. I was anxious; I knew it would probably be the last game I could play until after Kara had the baby and our honeymoon was over. As I sat in the locker room, waiting for the game to start, my phone suddenly rang. It was Kara. “Hello?” I answered.

“Henrik, I think I’m going to have the baby,” She said to me. My heart flipped.

“L-let me change, I’ll meet you at the hospital!” I said. Closing my phone, I got out of my gear and changed into my normal clothes. Throwing my stuff into my bag, I zipped it up, grabbed my car keys and raced toward the locker room door.

“Henrik! Where are you going?” Pavel asked me. I explained to him that Kara thought she was having the baby and he raced off to tell Mike Babcock and Nicklas. Both changed and I heard them following me out of the arena. “We’ll meet you there!” Pavel called as we went to our cars. I raced to the hospital, only to get pulled over by a policeman.

“License and registration, please,” He said. I handed them over, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel. “Is there a problem, sir?” The officer asked.

“My fiancée’s having a baby,” I said. He handed my things to me.

“I’ll let it slide for today, but next time, you’ll probably get a ticket,” He warned me. I thanked him and went to the hospital. Running to the desk, I told the woman that Kara might be having the baby, and she led me to the room she was in. I went instantly to her side and she smiled up at me.

“Oh, Henrik, I’m so sorry you had to miss the game!” She cried. I held her hand and told her it was all right.

Twelve hours later, Kara’s POV


Just a little while ago, at 7:15 in the morning, little Adrian Henrik Zetterberg was born. Henrik was thrilled to have the baby named after him. Two weeks after Adrian was born, we were allowed to leave th hospital, and two more weeks after that, Henrik and I got married. I love him with all of my heart, no matter how clichéd that is, and I know I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him.