All Chapters of Fire and Ice ;A hockey Romance story : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Andre has always done well with keeping himself together. He’s learned over time, more so in the last week than ever before, that a big part of his ability to stay calm and level headed is that safety he feels in his heart at all times. He doesn’t even feel it actively in his day to day life. It’s just always there.His family, his friends, hockey—it’s all a safety that he’s always had and is more grateful for than ever.But right now? These layers of unsettled emotions that he can’t unravel no matter how hard he tries. Scribbling on a sticky note for two hours with Dylan was fun…of course it was.Everything that they do together is fun. It’s the after, that isn’t. It’s the before, that isn’t.Because in order for them to need to resort to sticky notes on a phone call, means that before,Dylan went through hell and he hasn’t even been home for twenty four hours yet. And the after, leaves Andre pacing in his bedroom. What started as a bitter anger, crawling up his throat, has now diss

WednesdayWhen Dylan gets home from dinner with Jay, he just has a horrible feeling. It’s been a week now of his mom’s silence. And according to his grandmother, she’s barely been home.Something is clearly going on and it’s unnerving.But walking through the front door to her waiting there is the last thing he wanted.“Where the hell have you been?”“What do you mean? Where do I go everyday?”“Do not give me that. I’ve been watching your bank deposits. The amounts do not match up to the number of hours you spend out of this house.”“Oh, did you suddenly care about where I am? I thought that as long as I’m not bothering you or asking for money, you couldn’t care less.”“You’re my son. Of course I need to know where you’re going. This house is not a hotel. You do not get to just come and go as you please without any explanation. If that’s what you want you can give me your key.”“Are you kicking me out?”“No. I’m waiting for you to tell me where the hell you’re spending your evenings.

Dylan faces David. The room feels like it’s spinning. He nearly falls over, “What?”“I’m not your biological father. I had suspicions. I’ve had them for a long time, but I confirmed it yesterday with our results..”“So that test… was a DNA test??” Dylan’s knees feel so weak. He genuinely doesn’t know how he is still standing, “What do you mean he’s—”“Oh, I already know your grandmother told you all about my broken heart. You guys enjoyed laughing about it.”Jiah walks into the room, “no one was laughing about your pain. I was trying to help my grandson understand why you’re hellbent on ruining this relationship of his.”“Wait…did you know since you got pregnant?” His head snaps towards Rena, “Did you know that dad isn’t my dad?” He looks at his grandmother, heart breaking, “and did you?!”The look on her face shows nothing but regret.“Wow. So I’m the only one who had no idea. My entire life I’ve been treated like a disgrace in this house. And that’s what it is? Because the guy who k

He can hear water coming from the bathroom and really, he shouldn’t be as surprised as he is when Andre grabs his hand and guides Dylan inside. Not a word is spoken the entire time as they get undressed, slipping into a tub that is probably double the size of the one back in Andre’s bedroom.But instead of his usual position behind Dylan’s back, Andre sits across from him.Tugging at his ankles until Dylan rests his legs in his boyfriend’s lap. “Do you have your phone? Or do they have it?”“I have them, but they’re both broken. I haven’t had them since Wednesday.”“I figured that much” Andre tries to smile but Dylan can see just how hard it is. As much as Dylan is absolutely loving the way Andre’s deft fingers work at his feet and calves. He just needs him.He needs him close more than anything. So he sits up and moves until he’s wedged himself between Andre’s legs. Settling back against his chest. “I imagined you showing up next week to find me homeless.”“I sure as hell hope you

Despite his protests, Andre demands they take a walk just to get some air. They get dressed reluctantly and Dylan doesn’t let go of his hand for a single second. He tries not to let himself worry too much about whatever Andre witnessed in the room. This hotel has a beautiful outdoor walkway, lined with flowers and looking out onto a massive swimming pool.Water sounds and laughing kids they all help drowning out everything else. Andre stops them when they reach the entrance to a poolside booth–he’s not sure what they’re stopping for but Dylan’s eyes land on a frozen drink machine that has his name written all over it.But the last thing he’s going to do is ask Andre for more. Not when he’s already doing so much. So he stands patiently, chin over his boyfriend’s shoulder, eyes watching the families that play in the water. Gasping softly when a straw is pressed to his lips and when the sweet taste of frozen banana slushie hits his throat he almost moans. Thankfully he doesn’t, bu