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Shane practically marched up the stairs to the apartment, refusing to look at Ilya while holding back tears.
“Shane, baby, it’s just a game!” Ilya said, suppressing a laugh.
“No, it’s not! It’s not fair! I should have won!” Shane hated how his voice trembled and slammed the apartment door open. Montreal had lost badly to Boston 4-0, and to say Shane was upset was an understatement. “I trained so hard, I should have won! You cheated!”
Little Shane went to the sofa and lay down, hiding his face in the various cushions scattered around. Ilya followed, kneeling in front of him and placing his hand on his back, but quickly pulled away when he felt Shane tense beneath him.
“Shane? It’s okay, it was just a game…” He murmured in a more comforting tone, even knowing Shane wouldn’t listen.
“Your team cheated! I should have won, I trained so hard! It wasn’t fair!”
Unfortunately, it had been a fair game—Boston was even down a player because one of them had hurted his hand during the first half—but Shane didn’t want to hear it. He felt partly guilty because he was the team captain, so he felt Montreal played poorly because of him.
Ignoring Little’s protests, Ilya pulled him onto his lap. Shane was now openly crying, sobbing as tears streamed freely down his face. Ilya stroked his hair, running it down his back in an attempt to reassure him.
“I know, I know, it wasn’t a good game; but there will be other games, it’s not the end of the world, you know? You might win the next game…” Ilya said in a calm voice as he kissed Shane’s dark hair. “Come on, let’s take a bath, shall we? We can watch a movie, order pizza, or sushi…”
That seemed enough for Shane. Ilya picked him up, adjusting his head so that snot wouldn’t touch his neck. He carried them to the bathroom where he turned on the bathtub to fill it with warm water, and while it was doing that, he took off Shane’s sweaty clothes.
…
Shane and Ilya emerged from the shower already dressed in their pajamas. Ilya applied baby perfume to Shane because he smelled simply adorable with that scent and combed his black hair. While Shane went to the living room to choose a movie, Ilya ordered delivery—pizza, obviously, because Little Shane couldn't hold chopsticks properly.
And so they spent the rest of the night: watching Spider-Man, eating pepperoni pizza, and cuddling on the sofa.
"...Your team was still unfair," Shane said, pouting.