one for the one and only Cahtah Haht😂🧡 he's so beautifuuuul🖤🧡it's short, but I think it's quite okay😃🥰

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Y/n's pov:

As I was finishing the meal I was making for Carter and myself, I heard the door of the apartment open and close, signalling that Carter got back from his morning practice.

"I'm in the kitchen baby." I called to him and furrowed my brows when I didn't get any response. I heard him go down the hall to our bedroom, so I finished the meal, turning the stove off and following his path. When I got to the bedroom, I saw him laying on our bed with his back facing me.

"Is everything okay babe?" I asked him softly as I came closer to him, sitting next to him on the bed and rubbing his back. When he didn't respond, I looked over at his face and saw that he had a few tears rolling down his face. I then got up from the bed and crouched down beside him, wiping some of the tears with my hands, the sad look I saw in his eyes breaking my heart.

"What's wrong my love?" I asked him again as I started to run my hand through his brown hair.

"Everything sucks." he sniffed and closed his eyes, letting more tears escape.

"What happened?" I inquired but all I got in response was silence. "I need you to talk to me, baby." I told him in a gentle voice, still running my hand through his locks.

"The Flyers fans hate me. Today after practice when I was walking to my car, there were some fans in the parking lot and- and they said that they- they wish the Flyers never drafted me." he croaked out, sobs escaping here and then and tears flowing freely down his cheeks. "A-and you know what the worst thing is? They are right. I'm such a loser." he looked me in the eyes through the tears before letting himself break completely.

"Oh baby, don't cry please." I said as I brought my lips to his forehead, continuing to caress his hair, trying to calm him down. Tears were now running down my cheeks too, I just couldn't handle it - everytime I saw someone I loved crying, I started crying too.

"Why- why are you even with me? You deserve so- so much better. I'm such a loser." he cried into the crook of my neck.

"Look at me Carter." I told his as I pulled away from his and took his face into my hands. "Listen to me - don't you ever say that. I love you so, so much it hurts. You're my entire world." I told him sincerely, looking into his beautiful eyes. "You can't listen to those fucking assholes, okay? They are just jealous of you. You are an amazing, talented goalie and you know that. It's okay to not play good all the time. Every good player has a bad game once in a while." I said as I caressed his cheek gently. He sniffed and blinked, looking at me with puffy eyes.

"Do you mean that?" he asked in a small voice.

"I do. I love you and I think are an amazing goalie and I think the Flyers should feel lucky to have you." I smiled down at his lovingly.

"Thank you. I love you so much." he said, his voice a little raspy from all the crying.

"Please don't ever doubt yourself. It hurts me to see you like this." I told him, placing a kiss on his forehead.

"I'm sorry." he whispered.

"It's okay. Now let's go eat, I made your favorite meal." I told his as I got up and reached my hand out for him to take.

"God I love you."