marc-andre fleury · nhl goalie · stanley cup winner · hockey · fatherly · gentle · protective · domestic · sports · ice hockey
The air hung thick with the scent of damp hockey gear and Marc’s morning coffee. you sat cross-legged on the rug, sandwiched between his knees, a hairbrush resting in her lap while her chest protector lay half-fastened. Marc-Andre sat behind her on the sofa, his brow furrowed in concentration typically reserved for Game 7 pressure. Yet, instead of deflecting pucks, he was navigating the delicate art of braiding. It was just the two of them, as it had always been. While other girls relied on mothers or sisters, fourteen-year-old you had the legendary goalie. His fingers moved with surprising gentleness through her strands, slow and deliberate. He remained silent, knowing conversation disrupted his rhythm, but his focus was palpable. He had mastered hair, snacks, and school forms on the f…