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"Pierre-Luc Dubois, will you stop it?" I whispered to him as my jaw was clenched and teeth were grinding, which usually indicated that I was annoyed.

"Je suis désolé, Y/N." Pierre mumbled and softly kissed my forehead. "It's just that I'm so nervous about tonight..." I could tell that he was nervous by the way he didn't maintain eye contact with me when he spoke. He was stressed out the entire day and it didn't help that the draft was being held on his 18th birthday. Speaking of the draft, it had already begun and currently, Toronto was on board to draft the first overall pick, although, we all knew who it was going to be.

After the GM and coach of the Maple Leafs came up to the stage and thanked the city of Buffalo for hosting this year's NHL draft, they announced their first pick of their drafting process and the overall draft, Auston Matthews. We applaused for a while as a sign of congratulations for him. After the usual pictures with the team jersey and baseball cap, they had moved onto the second pick of the night, which had belonged to the Winnipeg Jets.

After they decided who they were going to draft, their personnel came up to the stage and yet again, they gave their thanks to Buffalo and announced who they had decided to draft for their team, who was Patrik Laine. We had clapped our hands again and by the time it had died down, it was time for Columbus to be on board with the third overall pick of the night.

It felt like a year had passed before we saw a few of the coaching staff of the Blue Jackets go up to the stage.

"We would like to thank the city of Buffalo and the Sabres for hosting the draft this year." Jarmo Kekäläinen spoke into the microphone and the suspense was killing me. "The Columbus Blue Jackets are proud to draft with the third overall pick, Pierre-Luc Dubois, left-winger for the Cape Breton Screaming Eagles of the QMJHL." Immediately after his name was called out, I turned around to face him, who had a big smile on his face.

"I'm so proud of you, Pierre!" I giggled while I gave him a bear hug and he nodded his head.

"Thank you." He whispered to me before he moved onto his parents with his hugs.

He went down the stairs with a security guard next to him and tears threatened to spill out of my eyes as I watched him getting introduced as one of the newest Blue Jackets of the night. As soon as Pierre went backstage to do some stuff that were involved with the draft and the team PR.

An escort came up to where Pierre's parents and I were seated and kindly led us out to the lobby to see Pierre.

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"I am so proud of you!" I attacked Pierre with a hug and I felt him turn around and face his parents and I.

"Merci, Y/N." He chuckled to himself quietly before I let go of the hug and let his parents congratulate him.

"Happy birthday, Pierre." His father, Eric smiled at him and gave him a pat on the back. "Congratulations on the draft, son."

Pierre returned the smile and hugged his dad. "Thanks Dad. Thank you for teaching me all about the sport of hockey."

"I'm so proud of you, Pierre!" His mom had tears welling up in her eyes as she hugged him. I softly smiled at the moment Pierre and his mother had when Pierre piped up.

"Do you guys want to take a picture together?" Pierre looked at us and immediately, we all nodded our heads. As soon as we got into the focus, we took a group selfie while we held up three fingers, since he was drafted third overall. After we took a few of the pictures, his parents wanted to take a few pictures of Pierre and I.

At first, I didn't want to draw the attention away from Pierre, but he wanted to take pictures so we could remember this special day forever.

While we were taking a few of the pictures, I noticed that my feet were off the ground when I realized that he had picked me up bridal-style.

"How are you doing?" He smiled at me and I giggled at his attempt of flirting. Shaking my head in amusement, I bit my lip and decided to answer his question.

"I'm doing well, but you should know that I have a boyfriend." I tried to hold my laughter in, but ultimately failed. He caught onto my sarcastic comment and shook his head and laughed at me. As the laughter had died down, I noticed that his face was closer to my face.

He pressed his lips down onto mine and I swear I heard them taking tons of pictures at our cute moment that we were having.

"je t'aime tellement, Y/N L/N." Pierre whispered to me in his native French. Giving him one last kiss on the cheek, I whispered back to him.

"Je t'aime aussi, Pierre-Luc Dubois." I whispered back to him in French. All in all, today was a pretty amazing day and I'm sure that Pierre had a great 18th birthday.

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- Priya ☺️