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"And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen! The Pittsburgh Penguins have beat the Anaheim Ducks and won the Stanley Cup after the GWG from Olli Määttä in OT!" The analyst's voice was filled with joy and the crowd erupted into cheers. 

I jumped up and started to hug the athletic trainers and started to grab my camera, taking photos of the players on the ice since I was the team photographer for the Penguins. 

Olli skated over to where I was and asked if I could take a picture of him holding the Conn Smythe since he had helped the team with 10 goals and 12 assists during the playoffs. Accepting the offer, walked on the red carpet they had laid out and told Olli to bend down next to the trophy, holding up a thumbs up. 

He did what I asked of him and I took a few pictures before he thanked me and skated off to his teammates. 

"Hey Y/N!" I heard a certain Cali boy scream and I turned around to find Beau lifting the heavy Stanley Cup, causing me to snap a quick picture. "The team's posing in a few minutes, they went to get their wife/girlfriend/fiancée..." 

"Alright Beau, thank you!" I smiled, putting my camera away. 

"Oh and before I forget, Flower's looking for you." 

Shrugging my shoulders, I nodded my head and let him go. 

I found Olli waving me over to where he, Evgeni, Kris, and Marc-André were, making me walk over there. 

"Hey guys, you wanted to talk to me?" I looked at the group of players and they all looked surprised. 

"Hey Y/N! Do you want picture of us with Cup?" Evgeni looked confused at me and I looked back at them with a look of confusion. 

"Uhh, Beau sent me over here... He said that Marc-André wanted to talk to me?" I looked at them weirdly and they were all relieved. 

"Oh yeah! Well, good luck for you, Flower!" Kris pat Marc-André on the back before he skated to where Catherine and Alex stood; Evgeni to where Anna was; and Olli to where B/F/N was; leaving me and Marc-André alone. 

"You wanted to talk to me about something, Marc?" I looked at him confusedly and he was fumbling with something in his pocket before he got it out and got down on one knee.

"Y/N L/N, will you do me the honor and marry me?" He kept it sweet and short as sweat started to bead out near his eyebrows. 

"Yes. Yes, I will marry you, Marc-André!" My hands flew up to my mouth, making me nod my head 'yes' to answer his question.

He got up from his position and slipped the ring onto my finger, before he gave me a sweet and tender kiss. 

"Smile!" I heard a voice behind us and I turned around to see Crosby with a camera in his hands. 

"You are not putting that on the league website, Crosby!" I growled, starting to chase him as I heard Marc-André chuckle. 

They might act like man-children, but they were my family....