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There's something breaking at the brick of every wall it's holding
All that you know, so tell me do you wanna go?
Where it's covered in all the colored lights, where the runaways are running the night.
Impossible comes true, it's taking over you!
Oh, this is the greatest show!
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Upstairs, in a large spacious house in Ottawa, a little girl of 4 years slept peacefully in her Princess style room, under a warm quilt made by her Obaasan.
Downstairs, one of the sleeping little girl’s parents was having a mild meltdown.
“Ballet?!” Ilya all but screeched.
“That’s what she said.” Shane said calmly as he loaded the dish washer.
“She is the daughter of two Hockey legends! She was raised watching games on the lap of her Grandfather who played Hockey in Uni. It is quite literally in her blood.”
Shane smirked at his husband’s ranting, which led to a sharp noise in said husband’s throat.
“Is not funny, Hollander, this your fault!”
Shane looked up in surprise.
“Excuse me?”
“Da, your fault. Telling the kids they can be whatever they want; you supposed to tell them they can be whatever they want, but play Hockey too. We already lost Elijah to Piano!”
Shane walked over and wrapped his arms around Ilya’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to his lips gently.
“First, it’s Hollander-Rosanov, get it right or I file for divorce. And second, I am remembering two little boys. One who made Hockey his life that he almost lost sight of the greatest love of his life. And the other, who was forced to do nothing but play Hockey or die, literally.”
Ilya opened his mouth, and Shane covered it.
“She may play Hockey one day, and we will cheer at all her Pee Wee Hockey games if she does. Or, she may decide to become a Prima Ballerina that goes to The Canadian School of Ballet. For now, she is going to Miss Bianca’s School of Dance at 3:00pm on Thursdays. Which you get the honor of taking her to.”
“What? Why me?”
“Because I have practice.”
“Do you not think I have practice as well? We are on same team.”
“You don’t, because as Captain, you get to take extended breaks; while your handsome Co-Captain leads the team.”
Ilya’s mouth opened and closed, then he turned on his heel, and stomped off toward the living room, muttering Russian under his breath.
“I heard that, and I can understand it.”
“Fuck you Hollander!” He said without any bite.
“Maybe later baby.” Shane said with a grin as he cleaned the counter off.
Thursday at 2:45pm found Ilya and Sofia driving down the road to Miss Bianca’s School of Dance.
Ilya had to admit that his daughter did look adorable in her little pink exercise thing. Leotard Shane had said.
She had on matching flat shoes, which she was kicking happily.
“Zaychik, tell Papa something.”
“Okay!”
“Why Ballet; do you not like Hockey?”
“I wanna wear a tutu! Can’t wear a tutu in Hockey Papa!”
“But you can wear jersey! Is like tutu for your arms.”
Sofia wrinkled her nose and pursed her lips. She looked so much like Shane it made Ilya’s heart stutter.
“Don’t wanna, wanna wear a real tutu.”
He sighed softly and pulled into a parking spot in front of the very brightly colored dance school.
“Alright my love, let’s go see if we can find you a real tutu.”
As the mothers of the little dancers shuffled into Studio C to watch their 3-5 year olds practice, they were surprised to see a 6ft Russian giant amongst them.
Most of the mothers kept their distance, giving Ilya a wide berth.
Which he liked.
He straightened when a woman in a similar leotard as the little ones appeared.
She smiled at the assembled parents, her eyes lingering in Ilya.
“Um, good afternoon. My name is Daphne; I will be teaching the little ones today. We will be learning positions and balance. I hope you as parents will enjoy this hour lesson as well as the little ones.”
She turned and clapped her hands and all the little girls lined up against a long bar.
Ilya crossed his arms and watched as Daphne demonstrated the different positions as she called out the names. She would observe and then move each child into the correct position as needed.
Ilya was pleased to see that Sofia very rarely needed adjustment. Though he almost jumped up and shouted when Daphne pressed her hand against Sofia’s back and caused her to stumble.
Intellectually, Ilya knew that it was a common practice to make sure you were balanced, he himself did it as Captain of the Centaurs. If you didn’t have proper balance, you could easily get hurt.
But it didn’t mean he wanted it done to his 4 year old daughter.
He instead gripped the chair and dug his nails into the wood.
The hour finally ended, Daphne dismissed the little ones with a clap of her hands and Sofia ran to Ilya.
“Papa! Did you see me dance? Was I good?”
Ilya smiled and lifted her up.
‘You did amazing, Zaychik! Very pretty.”
She grinned at him, huge and bright.
“Mr. Rosanov?”
He turned at the voice of Daphne standing next to him.
“Hollander-Rosanov.” He said curtly.
She swallowed and smiled. “Pardon me. I just wanted to let you know that Sofia had an amazing first day.”
“I saw.”
“Yes, but with her form and balance, her ability to catch on so quickly; I was hoping I could talk to you and your husband about possibly moving her up to a higher level.”
Ilya’s mouth dropped open.
“Shto?”
“Sorry I’m not fluent in Russian; I hope that is a good word.”
“It means what.” Sofia said helpfully from his arms.
Daphne relaxed a little.
“Yes, I am not sure what level, I will have to talk to Bianca and the other teacher Gabrielle.”
“You say my daughter is uhhh prodigy?”
She smiled widely.
“Yes, I believe she is.”
Ilya looked at his daughter and then at Daphne.
“I will talk with husband.”
The ride to the rink was relatively quiet.
Sofia was playing a game on the iPad tapping the screen as she swung her now sneakered feet.
She was also wearing a Centaur jersey that her name on the back of it.
Once they got to the rink, Ilya pulled into his designated parking spot and got out.
He opened the back door, unstrapped Sofia, and swung her bag over his shoulder.
“Alright Zaychik, you will go with your brothers, and Papa is going to skate with Daddy.”
“Cause it’s your job!”
“Da.”
He lifted her into his arms and headed into the rink.
He could see that his handsome Co-Captain was indeed leading the team, while the other two loves of his life were up in the bleachers. The curly mop top that was his clone was bent over a book he had in his lap; while Shane’s clone had his bespeckled face pressed against the glass, dark eyes tracking the player’s movements.
Both were sporting jersey’s identical to their sister’s.
Ilya quickly climbed the stairs and set Sofia down.
“Go to your brothers, I have to change, okay?”
She nodded and ran toward her brothers screaming their names.
Elijah looked up from his book, a smile breaking across his face as he gave his Papa a wave.
As Sofia crashed into Elijah’s side, he poked his younger brother Ren in the back and pointed.
Ren turned his head, and a huge smile appeared as he waved happily before he turned back to the glass.
“Daddy! Papa is here!”
Ilya turned to look at where Shane was looking at Troy’s form.
He turned his gaze from Troy to Ren and then settled on Ilya.
He gave a crooked smile, a small wave, and then turned back to Troy.
Ilya smirked and hurried down to the locker room to change.
Once on the ice, he took over his Captain role like slipping into a coat.
“Troy! You lazy! Pick up pace!”
“HAAS! Cover Bood! He is going to slip right by you, he is enemy!”
“Hollander, stop pretending to hit, and actually hit!”
Shane slowed his pace a little to glare at his husband before sideswiping into Tanner.
He slid to a stop a took off his helmet, a look on his face that clearly said ‘Happy now?’
Ilya nodded minutely and went toward the goal post to scold Hayzee.
As he moved away from Hayes, he noticed that all 3 kids now had their faces pressed against the glass, Yuna standing behind them.
He blew the whistle and everyone stopped.
“10 minute break!”
Everyone skated to the edge to get water and take a break.
Shane and Ilya skated to the side as Yuna brought the kids down.
Sofia launched herself into Shane’s arms.
“Daddy! I danced so good!”
“Really? Did you have fun?”
“Uh huh! Miss Daphne said I was a Prada!”
“Baby you can’t be a Prada, that’s a bag”
“Prodigy.” Ilya supplied.
Shane wrinkled his brow. “I feel like I am missing a huge chunk of the conversation.”
“Tell you later.”
Shane’s brows shot up to his hairline, but he stayed silent on the matter as they talked to the kids before Yuna hustled them out the door for Elijah’s piano lesson.
“We have 4 more minutes before you blow that whistle, tell me what happened at dance.”
Ilya ran down what Daphne had said, and Shane hummed under his breath.
“What you thinking?” Ilya asked.
“I’m thinking we need to wrap this up so we can get home for dinner.”
“I mean about dance.”
Shane shrugged and then smirked.
“Glad to know I was right.”
Shane skated away as Ilya’s mouth fell open before he shouted after Shane’s retreating back.
“Zasranets!”
Shane looked over his shoulder. “I know what that means too!”
Ilya grumbled under his breath before blowing his whistle.
Dinner was an uproarious affair as always.
Elijah talked about his piano lesson and the recital that would be coming up before long.
“You and Papa will be there, right?” Elijah asked hopefully.
“Absolutely, we made sure that weekend would be game free.”
“Awesome.”
“Ren, do you still want to play Hockey, try outs for Junior League are in a few weeks.”
He looked at Shane with his huge brown eyes from behind his glasses.
“Yes, Dad of course! One of your kids has to be cool.” He muttered before diving into his food.
Ilya snorted into his wine glass as Shane shook his head, scooped up a spoonful of roasted vegetables, and put them on Sofia’s plate.
“Eat your veggies baby, they’re good for you.”
“Yuck!”
“Yuck or not, you need to eat them.”
She scowled at Shane, looking identical to Ilya before stabbing a baby carrot with her fork and shoving it in her mouth whole.
“Small bites please.” Shane sighed.
“Okay.” Her voice was muffled around the carrot.
“And don’t talk with your mouth full.”
After dinner was done and the kids were in bed, Shane found himself flopping onto their huge sectional sofa with a sigh.
He usually didn’t veg out in front of the TV, but tonight just felt like a good night to.
Ilya settled next to him and handed him the remote.
“You pick, something mindless we can doze off to.”
“I don’t want to doze off.”
“No?” Ilya purred softly. “You maybe want to uh, do something else?”
He started to kiss Shane’s neck gently.
Shane moaned softly, tangling his fingers into Ilya’s hair.
“Fuck.” Ilya muttered around the kisses.
He slid his hand into Shane’s basketball shorts and wrapped his hand around Shane’s cock, stroking it lightly.
Shane moaned, and Ilya smirked.
“So hard for your Alpha, Omega? Hmmm bet you are so wet right now, hmm? All dripping with slick?”
Shane moaned louder which Ilya drowned out with a kiss.
“Shh, don’t want to wake children, or game will be over.”
Shane stilled and pulled his head back.
“Wait, wait, stop for a second.”
Ilya immediately stopped and pulled his hand away. He rubbed it on his sweats before cupping Shane’s cheek.
“What is it?”
Shane took a deep breath and tangled his fingers in Ilya’s hair, not to pull but to just hold.
“What would you say if I said I wanted another baby?”
Ilya leaned back and drank in Shane.
“Wow, probably. Followed by what brought this on?”
Shane shrugged and ducked his head, red painting his cheeks making his freckles stand out.
“I was just thinking, I am super close to retiring, a couple more years anyway. And well, I was thinking Sofia is getting to be such a big girl. And I guess…I miss having a baby in the house.”
“Shane, this is crazy. We haven’t had to worry about nappies or dummies in 3 years.”
“I know! I know all of that.”
“What is crazier is that I want to agree with you.”
Shane looked up, surprised.
“What?”
“Da, would be nice to have one more baby. 4 is lucky number in Russia.”
“Is that true, or are you just saying that?”
“Is true.”
Shane smiled and scooted closer.
“So next Heat, you and me? Possible new baby.”
Ilya smiled and pulled Shane into his lap.
“Well, as long as you promise we can practice.”
Shane just laughed and dipped his head to kiss Ilya.