Imagine dad lance taking his little one to an ice rink (private session of course) to practice some ice hockey? Mum!reader is in the stands with a hot chocolate for everyone 🥺 thank youuuu
lancey stroll!!! he is sososo pretty
You weren't entirely sure how Lance had convinced you to let your 2 year old daughter on the ice. When he told you that he wanted to take Lucia ice skating, you had thought it would be a cute thing for the 3 of you, not lance getting her padded up with a small ice hockey jersey that was still too big for her with her name and number on the back.
"Lance, please be careful with her!" You yelled from the side, chewing on your bottom lip as you watched Lance hold Lucia's small hands, slowly trailing behind her.
"I know! Look she's a natural!" He yelled, beaming at his pride and joy.
Just as she fell flat on her face on the ice.
"Lance!"
"I'm okay mama!" Lucia yelled out, holding her arms up for Lance to pick her up and set her back on her feet. "Daddy, I'm cold." She pouted, crossing her arms and looking up at her father. Lance smiled as he chuckled, realising he had ended up with a miniature version of you.
"Well, I think mama has some hot chocolate for you in the stands, do you think you can go over on your own and be a big girl?" Lance asked her, kneeling to be on her level. He smiled as she nodded confidently. "That's my girl." He gave her a gentle push, and you welcomed your little girl back onto solid ground with open arms.
You were by all means fiercely protective of Lucia, she was your first baby, how could you not be? She was yours and Lance's beautiful little girl, and Lance wanted to do Ice Hockey with her, of all things?
How Canadian of your husband.
"Are you sure that you want to do Ice Hockey, baby? No one's going to be mad if you want to move to do ballet, or even go karting," You ask your daughter, handing her the hot chocolate that you hoped would provide some warmth to her small body.
"I already asked her that, she wants to play ice hockey," Lance told you, putting his hand on the small of your back - He could tell that you were worried about your daughter playing such a sport. "She's good at it, just nervous because she has a harsh critic watching her." You smacked Lance's chest as he playfully smacked your behind, shooting him your hardest gaze.
"You're not funny Lance, and I'm not harsh on her, she's 3. I'm harsh on you because you make silly mistakes," You told your husband, giggling as you heard Lucia laugh at the slight blush on her dad's face.
"Yeah daddy, you make silly mistakes," Lucia said, pointing and giggling at her dad, who crossed his arms over your chest.
"Lucy didn't you fall flat on your face 5 minutes ago?"
"No daddy!"
