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"I hear they’re really good this year," a plump woman smothered in about five layers of sweaters and coats said, sidling up to him.
"Hn."
"A new coach. He’s been working them hard, from what I understand."
"Hmphf."
"I haven’t seen you around here before," she pressed. "Are you new?"
"No. My son’s been playing for 6 years now."
"Oh, really? I guess your wife is usually here, then."
"I don’t have a wife."
"OH really?"
"Hn."
"Dad! Dad! Did you see my shot?!" Dylan skated up to Wufei, crying excitedly.
"Very good, but you better get back out there!" the Chinese man replied, proud, wide smile on his face for his son.
"That’s your son?"
Wufei nodded, watching the antics out on the ice.
"But I thought that was Coach Maxwell’s son—"
At that moment Duo Maxwell skated over to them, leaning over the railing to drop a kiss on Wufei’s lips. "Hey, Wu-babe, didn’t think you were going to make it today."
"I told you I would."
Duo just grinned, giving his husband another quick kiss before skating back out.
"Oh."
Wufei smirked.
End Part 9
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