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Ilya still couldn’t believe that this was his life. He had retired from Ottawa a little over 2 years ago, after he and Shane agreed they wanted to try to start a family together. They decided that adoption would be the route for them. It was stressful and upsetting at times, but he would go through all of it again if it meant that he would get to meet their wonderful daughter at the end of it. Darya was an amazing 4 year old they adopted just 6 months ago. Shane had been scared to take her to the rink, and risk the media storm that would come with it. Ilya finally convinced the overly protective father that he would gladly fight anyone who tried anything with Darya. She was the light of his life, and thought he would never admit it out loud he thoroughly enjoyed being a stay at home dad with her.
Today was the first game of the preseason, and the other WAG’s had all agreed to bring their respective children, nieces, nephews. And make it a family day for the first day back in hopes that attention wouldn’t solely be on Darya. Ilya might’ve gone a little bit overboard on Darya’s outfit. Ilya had ordered the custom hollander rhinestone jersey, custom Ottawa painted jeans, and even made sure that her headphones had Shane’s number on them in the team's colors, but his little girl deserved all of it and more. He was also slightly excited to surprise Shane as it was the first time he was going to be wearing a Hollander jersey in public, but no one needed to know that.
They made their way into the arena a couple of minutes before warmups started. In an attempt to keep the media attention as little as possible. Ilya greeted all the different wags, and Darya greeted the children with squeals and hugs. Darya had been introduced a few months back at a team BBQ and party, and had made fast friends with the children.
The buzzer sounded indicating that warmups were about to begin, Ilya scooped Darya up into his arms and brought her to stand up on the edge of the boards with her face pressing against the glass
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Darya giggled at this action and Ilya whispered in her ear “Мое глупое маленькое солнышко.” And kissed her temple. Jackie ended up standing beside Ilya with their now youngest teenager. Jackie had surprisingly been Ilya’s supporter and his go to when transitioning to his WAG role a few years prior. Hayden had been traded that same year to Ottawa much to Ilya’s disdain.
“Well, well, well! I never thought that I would see the day that Ilya Rozanov would be wearing something other than the number 81 on your back.”
”Ha Ha Jackie. You’re so funny” Ilya rolled his eyes while secretly loving the newfound attention on his attire.
About this time is when the home team started to make their way onto the ice. In true team fashion all the players came to wave to their family, and of course come say hi to Darya.
“Hay, Hay!” Darya squealed when she saw her favorite player, besides her dad of course, Hayden freaking Pike. Darya had taken to Hayden like a match to a flame, and Hayden of course was happy to play doting self appointed favorite uncle. Hayden started blowing kisses and starting skating over to where Ilya and Jackie stood.
“Daya! How’s my favorite little love bug?” Daya being the irritating nickname that Hayden chose much to Ilya’s annoyance. Ilya and Jackie shared a look that could only be described as mutual agreement that Darya had Hayden wrapped around his little finger. While they chatted Ilya’s eyes raced around the ice to find where his husband was warming up. Being the devoted team captain that he is he was starting to stretch his legs out with Barrett. Darya rattled on and on to Hayden and Jackie while in Ilya’s arms about the upcoming game.
Darya stuck her tongue out and waved as Hayden departed and joined the circle of men who were currently stretching out and warming up their legs for the game ahead. “Da should be coming to see you soon, sunshine.” Ilya whispered into her hair and kissed her temple.
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Shortly after Shane skated up to the glass where Ilya and his wonderful daughter were. Darya was already smooshed up against the glass waiting for a kiss from dad. Shane easily obligated and blew a kiss to where his entire world was standing together. Shane stayed and chatted with Ilya with Darya interrupting to put her two cents into the conversation that her parents were having. Eventually the press noticed that Ilya wasn’t alone, and that in Ilya's arms was a babbling happy 4 year old. As the attention grew so did the noise level in the arena. It grew so loud that even through the ear muffs Darya noticed.
“Pop what’s with all the yelling?” Darya asked so innocently that Shane’s heart melted right there.
”Sunshine, they're yelling for you, and how pretty we look in our matching shirts.” Ilya whispered back softly.
“Darya let’s show dad our cool shirts!” Ilya stated louder, causing Shane to quirk his eyebrows in suspicion. Ilya gave Shane his up to no good evil half grin half smirk. Pulling Darya up on his hip Ilya did a slow turn around to show off the jersey that he knew would cause a frenzy. Shane quietly gasped and he felt a light blush start to creep up his neck and cheeks.
“Ilya .. Любимая..” Shane trailed off. He knew what this moment meant for Ilya to finally wear his name publicly on his back. Shane also couldn’t help but notice the sparkles that adorned Darya’s back that empathized Shane’s number and name. The media and fans somehow got even louder if that was even possible. Darya was giggling as Ilya bounced her on his hip. Shane was grateful that he went over to Ilya shortly before the end of the warmup time so that Shane had time in the locker room to compose himself. He was somehow turned on and also a ball of mush over this display.
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With the teams officially announced out, and lined up on the sidelines waiting for the singing of the national anthem. With this game they had teased that someone relatively famous was going to be singing tonight.
“With out further ado, please welcome 3 time Grammy award winner Harry Styles as he sings the Canadian national anthem tonight.” Ilya was slightly in shock at the announcement. Never in his life did he think that they would be experiencing the moment that a British singer would be singing the Canadian national anthem in Ottawa, but here he was. Ilya of course had heard of Harry Styles; he didn't live under a rock. At the end of the anthem Shane blew one more kiss Darya’s way, and then skated to the middle for the first face off of the game.
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It was the end of the first period when Ilya was startled out of his thoughts by a throat clearing. It was a large burlly man dressed stylishly in an all black polo and matching black slacks. ”Sorry Mr. Rozanov I didn’t mean to scare you, but I have been requested to see if you and your beautiful baby girl would like to join Mr. Styles up in his box.”
”It’s actually Rozanov-Hollander,” Ilya quickly corrected, but then his eyes widened at the mention of Harry Styles wanting to meet up.
”We agree but only if I can get some chickey nuggets because I’m staaaarrrrving Papochka!!” Darya exclaimed while holding her stomach. Ilya couldn’t help but chuckle with the bodyguard at her little outburst.
“Well, I you heard the little lady can we get some nuggets for my маленькое солнышко!” Ilay said while swaying Darya who was currently perched on his lap. Standing up with her still in his arms he made his way up to the boxes where supposedly Harry Styles awaited them.
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Darya had been set up with chicken nuggets the moment that they walked through the door. They offered the child an array of sauces but she scrunched her nose up at them just like her dad. Ilya held a sly grin on his face at their daughter’s personality coming through. Harry Styles was dressed down more than what Ilya had expected since he was dressed in a sparkly custom suit for his performance. ”She's so cute!” Harry exclaimed as soon as Darya had pranced through the door that was opened for her. Ilya’s grin widened at the compliment. “She takes after her dad in the food department. Everything must be plain and made to her liking or else.” Ilay noticed that Harry’s attention flitted between Darya happily munching on her chicken and Ilya. “Please feel free to sit and take anything that you’d like!” Harry explained. “My husband, Louis Tomlinson, you’d love him by the way, anyways we have so many questions. It’s my understanding that you were able to adopt little Darya here. We’re looking into adoption and wanted to know what the experience was like when you’re easily recognizable.” Ilya’s eyes widened slightly at the mention of apportion. The conversation easily flowed between the two ranging from life in the spotlight, to daunting adoption process, and everything in between. By the time that the final buzzer sounds Ilya had Harry’s number in his phone, and lunch plans for later that week while Harry was still in Ottawa.