Fate And The Saint - Part 3

Word count: 5,477

Players: Brock Boeser, mentions of the Canucks team

Other people: mentions of Brooke’s ex, coworkers, her boss

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of cheating, CREEPY ASS boss interaction, smut at the end of the chapter

Authors Note: Yay I finally finished this!!!! There will be a part 3.5 just so you all know, so don’t kill me for the cliffhanger I’m sorry!!! lmao <3 I just didn’t want the chapter to be any longer than it already was lol PLEASE let me know what you think! I love feedback and its the reason why I keep writing <3 Love you guys!

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(Brooke’s POV)

My eyes fluttered open, the sun streaming in through the curtains. I made a mental note that I would have to get some blackout curtains soon, because while I love the sun, I liked to be the one in charge of when I woke up, not the light. I started to move a bit but froze as I felt arms around me, pulling me closer to whoever was the owner of them. I looked over my shoulder and sighed with relief, remembering where I was.

The memory of last night came back to me and I smiled a bit. I didn't think that Brock would of stayed the whole night in here, I thought he had just come in to comfort me, but apparently we had both fallen asleep here. It wasn't like it was the first time that we had slept in the same bed, I mean we just did that for the last half of the trip anyways. However the only other time that we had ever actually cuddled while asleep was when we went camping with a group of friends and it was a little too cold that night, and someone forgot to pack a blanket.

I gently pushed the blanket off me, looking down and gently grabbing Brock's arm and trying to move it just enough so that I could sneak out of his grip. I was about halfway off the bed when I felt movement. Freezing my movement again I looked over my shoulder, Brock was laying on his back now, but still sound asleep. I finished getting off the bed as gently as I could, before walking out of the room. I made my way down the hall to the other spare bedroom to look through the box labeled 'bathroom' and grabbed out a towel and all of my shower stuff.

I made my way to the bathroom that was across the hall from my bedroom and closed the door behind me. I didn't even want to look in the mirror, figuring I probably looked horrible from crying all night. I pulled open the shower door and turned on the water, waiting for it to heat up before discarding my clothes onto the floor and stepping in.

I was almost done with my shower when I heard my phone alarm going off in the other room. "Fuck," I groaned, forgetting that I had forgotten to turn that off before coming in here. I knew that was going to wake Brock, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

I heard the noise stop after a few moments and sighed. Not long after there was movement in the hallway, I figured that Brock got up, which was good because I totally forgot to bring a change of clothes into the bathroom with me.

Of course I did

BROCK SCOREDDDDDDDD!!!!!! MY BABY BOY!!! AHHH!! BOTH OF MY BOYS SCORED TONIGHT!

BROCK!!!!!!!!!! MY BABY BOY!!!! YESSSSS!!!! <3

Fate And The Saint - Part 2

Word count: 3,957

Players: Brock Boeser, basically the whole canucks team lmao

Other people: Holly, Emma, the WAGS

Warnings: Cussing, mentions of cheating, mentions of abuse, I think that’s it

Authors Note: Ahh guys I’m so glad that you all like this story so far. It’s been nice to write a new idea and have a little bit of a different setting than my other stories. I hope you guys like this part, give me some feedback and let me know! Feedback keeps me motivated to keep writing <3

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(Brooke’s POV)

The rest of the vacation had been pretty relaxing. Most of the time Brock and I just hung out on the beach, or Holly and I would go look around some of the cute shops in town. I tried to avoid places where I knew Brad would hang out, like clubs and the bars. We did run into him a few times, however thankfully he never came over or said anything to me. I imagined it probably had something to do with the fact that at any given moment there were at least 5 hockey players around me, insuring that he wouldn't come over.

I was sad to be leaving the warm sun, and beautiful beaches, but I was ready to go home. I just wanted things to go back to normal, however I knew that wasn't going to happen. I couldn't forgive what Brad did to me, and Brock wouldn't let me even if I wanted to anyways. I was glad that Brock was my best friend. I could never ask for a sweeter more caring person to be there for me.

Brock and I had kind of grown up together, our families were friends, so we would have cookouts together during the summer and go watch Brock's hockey games. Brock and I had drifted apart for a while during high school when he was super focused on hockey, which I understood because I knew he was going after his dream. My dad ended up getting transferred with his work up to Calgary at the end of our sophomore year. It sucked having to leave everyone behind, especially Brock even if we hadn't seen each other a lot.

A few years later when Brock was drafted to the Canucks I was so excited for him. I always knew that he would make it to the NHL, he was such a talented player. He didn't get to play until April of 2017, but his last game was going to be in Edmonton which was the next city over so it was perfect, I was going to be able to see my best friend play in the NHL.

After that game the only time I got to see him was on TV when I watched the games, or the few times that he would face time me after a bad loss. It wasn't until the next season in November when they played in Calgary that I got to see him in person again.

Budweiser One Timers - Episode 6

This video made me laugh so much omg. I love these two LOL