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It was cold around Lily, she was on the ice, only wearing a long sleeved top along with a skirt that barely covered it's built-in shorts and revealed them with every jump when the fabric flew upwards.
But her light clothing didn't make her feel cold at all. She was sweating as she concentrated for her next jump. This one was gonna be what could win her a medal. If she landed it. She had one quad planned in her performance. In practice, Lily had landed it a few times, never as gracefully as Ilia Malinin or Alexandra Trusova, but she had landed it.
Not today though. She fell, and even if she hadn't, it would've only been a triple for sure.
She ended her performance, bowed and left the ice. Her coach was waiting for her and hugged her tightly as tears streamed down her face.
"Lily Rozanova - 139.58 points", the judges announced.
12th place.
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The Olympics had drained her of all energy and Lily fell into her bed at home in Ottawa.
"Sweetheart, are you home? Want some Tuna Melt, Ilya made some.", she heard her dad's voice from downstairs.
Lily groaned and buried her face in her pillow.
Five minutes later, her dad knocked on the door.
"Lily? Are you alright?", Shane asked carefully before opening the door. "I know, it's hard for you. I know you could've landed that quad, it was so close! But you're only 17, you will do it next time, I'm sure."
It was sweet how her dad tried to hype her up, but she felt miserable.
She had grown up on the ice, had learned how to skate before she had learned how to ride a bike. Her dads had always wanted her to become an ice hockey player but against all odds she fell in love with figure skating.
At least until it became her job instead of her hobby.
She didn't even remember when it became hard, almost unbearable. Her muscles ached, the attention pressured her but worst of all were the expectations that came with having two famous, retired ice hockey players as her fathers.
Ilya came upstairs with the Tuna Melts.
"Eat. You cannot cry and eat at same time. Is science."
He was so stupid it worked and almost made Lily laugh. Ilya was definitely a great dad - very different from Shane, he had his... own ways of educating her daughter - but he somehow always managed to make Lily feel better.
Lily sat up in her bed and looked at them. Tears had left mascara stains all over her cheeks and her hair was messed up but she smiled. A little, at least.
"...was it hard for you too? When you were just starting to play hockey, I mean?", she asked in a hoarse voice.
Ilya laughed. "Was hard, yes. Not only hockey, but most of the time also our di-"
Shane stabbed his elbow into Ilya's side.
"What? Is true, that was the hardest thing about our rivalry.", Ilya defended himself and started pouting when Shane shot him a warning glare.
"...I gotta admit, having to hide a romantic relationship with your arch-rival made everything else seem... smaller, less meaningful, easier even."
Lily sighed. "Well, I'm not exactly planning on falling in love with any of my rivals, so what can I do to get a fucking gold medal?"
"Of course not! You don't need to, honey, maybe just... get some friends?", Shane suggested carefully, sitting down on the bed next to his daughter now.
Ilya chuckled at that. "Yeah, I had lots of friends. Was one of the girls back when I was in my last season for Boston. I'm still proud WAG to this day!"
Lily looked at him confused. "A what?"
"The Montreal WAGs. Wifes and Girlfriends. Was Shane's Girlfriend 'Lily' and now I'm his wife."
Shane was about to throw the fucking tuna melt at him - at least that's what the look on his face said when Lily turned to look at him.
She had always found it kind of weird that they had named their own daughter after Ilya - or rather Ilyas hidden inner woman?
"Okay, slow down, you were in a group chat with a handful of women?"
"Da! And was best decision of my life - after marrying Shane of course.", Ilya answered with a bright smile on his face.
"What about getting a daughter? Where's that on your list of best decisions of your life?"
"Ah, definetely after WAGs group chat, sorry. Love you, hon, but need to be loyal to my girls."
Lily groaned again. "Are you guys trying to help me or piss me off right now?"
"Of course we're trying to help you! I think Ilya might be right, how about you get some friends? I know you have a few girls you practice with, but you need some people outside the competition, you know?", Shane suggests.