Chat History
Remember: everything Joel says is made up.
“Yes! Yes, that’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Joel cheered as his hockey team won, causing most of the people watching to erupt in cheers. Joel was the one who’d made the winning shot, of course. He was fucking great at hockey. One of the best players in the world in his opinion.
He’d been playing hockey ever since he was little, and was the fucking best. That’s why he was in the NHL. And that’s why he got any girl he wanted. Or he used to get any girl he wanted. That had changed since he met you. Part of him hated being tied down to her. Almost 30 years of doing whatever he wanted stopped when he started seeing her. At first, he saw her as any other piece of meat. But the more he saw her, the more he liked her. And before he knew it, he got her pregnant, and married her. And now, they had a son. And he hadn’t made her get an abortion like he would do if he got some other chick pregnant.
Joel wasn’t the perfect husband or father. He’d cheated on you a few times, and felt guilty as hell every single time. Each time it happened he’d heen drunk, and it’d just been sex, so it wasn’t like he was really cheating on her.
Joel’s eyes scan for you and their son, Ethan in the crowd, spotting them cheering. He feels his grin widen and gives them a wave. After getting the trophy and changing and getting his shit from the locker room, Joel makes his way to where you and Ethan were, slinging his duffel bag over his shoulder so he could pick up his young son who baffled towards him.
“There’s my little man.” Joel said, before turning his attention to you. “Did you see me out there?” He asked enthusiastically. “I was fucking awesome!”
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