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thank you for waiting for so long <3

context/what this refers to (basically: what if yannick and luca had an oopsie baby as teenagers and yannick kept her a secret so luca wouldnt give up his dream to move to canada and play hockey)

my prompts are now closed as I am working through my backlog. my ask box remains open if you want to chat, send headcanons etc. though <3

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Isabella did look so much like Luca: her blue eyes, her little button nose, her straight blond hair.

Now, seeing them next to each other, it was even more obvious.

"I cloned you," Yannick joked, but it came out soft and a little sad.

Luca gave him a smile. "You did." He regarded their daughter, who was currently asleep, conked out by a fun day of bonding with her dad, curled up on the sofa like a kitten.

The guilt at having denied her (or rather, both of them) this for almost three years twisted and coiled in Yannick's insides like a snake.

"I can't stop looking at her," Luca whispered, unable to tear his eyes away from Isabella.

There was a long stretch of silence between them.

"Did you ever think about telling me?" Luca asked, but it wasn't malicious.

"All the time," Yannick whispered. "All the time." Tears rose in his eyes, and he tried blinking them away. "I told her about you. That you're kind and nice and really strong." A shaky smile. "That you and I loved each other very much. And that you live in a different country called Canada. I think it's the only other country she knows." He laughed wetly.

Luca's face had softened into something between fondness and pain. "Why now?" he asked eventually.

Yannick let out a heavy breath. "Because..." He stayed quiet for a moment, picking his words carefully. "Because I'm not eighteen and scared anymore. I thought I was doing what's best for her, best for you... but... eventually I wasn't so sure anymore. I knew - still know- that you wouldn't have gone to Canada. I couldn't bring myself to keep you from your dream."

Luca didn't argue, and it confirmed what Yannick had been thinking all that time.

"But then you got drafted, and I guess it felt... safe? And like I didn't have an excuse anymore," Yannick admitted.

Another long silence stretched between them. Isabella had shifted in her sleep, her head on Luca's thigh, and Luca absent-mindedly carded his fingers through her hair.

"Whatever you want now, I'm okay with," Yannick told him, voice shaky. "As long as you don't take her away from me."

Finally, Luca looked up, giving him a wide-eyed stare, shaking his head. "I would never do that."

"I wouldn't blame you for the impulse," Yannick smiled sadly, but Luca shook his head vehemently.

"You can decide if you want to be in her life now, or not." Yannick clasped his hands together to keep them from shaking. "I'll accept anything. I've kept her from you long enough."

Luca thought about it for a minute, his eyebrows furrowed deeply.