The Stanley Cup Finals were against the Montreal.
A storied franchise, a team with badasshistory, the kind of opponent that made the whole country interested to watch.
Sebastian tried not to think about the pressure, he tried to focus on the ice, on the drills, on the game plan but every night, he came home to Julian on the couch, his leg elevated, his eyes bright with hope.
"You are going to win," Julian assured him.
"We are going to try."
"Trying is not enough Seb, you are going to win."
Sebastian sat beside him. "How do you know that husband?"
Julian took his hand. "Because I have never seen you want anything more."
Sebastian kissed his forehead. "I want you healthy more than anything Juls."
"Then win the cup for me, that will help me heal faster."
Sebastian laughed. "Is that
