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Epilogue – Eight Years Later

Finn

Eight years later, we’re here again. Our third and final Olympic Games. Our last professional skate together.

I stand beside Daisy in the tunnel, our hands intertwined, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat against my palm. The arena hums with anticipation, the weight of history pressing down on us. We’ve done this before. We’ve been here. But this time, it’s different. This time, it’s the end.

“You ready?” I murmur, squeezing her fingers.

She turns to me, her eyes bright, steady,certain. “Always.”

We step onto the ice, and the roar of the crowd is deafening. But through it all, my gaze flickers to one tiny figure in the stands—our two-year-old daughter, Lily, bundled up in her Team USA jacket, huge headphones over her ears, her tiny hands clapping wildly.

My heart clenches. This isn’t just for us anymore. We take our positions. The music starts. And then we’re flying.

The routine is more than just skating. It’s our story.

Every movement, every spin, every perfectly executed lift—it tells the years we’ve spent together, the battles we’ve fought, the love we’ve built.

Daisy moves like she was born for this. Forme. And I move for her, matching her perfectly, anticipating her every shift, every breath. We aren’t just skating—we’relivingthis moment. Our final moment on Olympic ice.

I lift her effortlessly, holding her high, showing the world that I will always catch her. And when she lands, the look she gives me is filled with something deeper than victory.

It’s love. It’s forever.

The final notes hit. We stop, holding onto each other. The arena erupts, the noise crashing over us like a wave. Gold is ours.

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The medal hangs heavy around my neck, but all I can focus on is Daisy beside me and our daughter in my arms. Lily grabs at the shiny gold, giggling, her tiny fingers wrapping around my medal, then Daisy’s.

“Mama and Daddy won,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her curly head.

She beams. “Win!”

Daisy laughs, leaning into me, her fingers brushing over my cheek. “We did it, Finn.”

I look at her, at the woman who has been my everything for so long, and shake my head. “No, baby.Youdid it. I’m just the lucky bastard who got to do it with you.”

Her eyes soften, and when she kisses me, the cameras go wild, the world watching as we share this moment.

“So what’s next for the reigning Olympic champions?” a reporter asks, grinning as they hold a microphone out to us.

I glance at Daisy, then at Lily, my heart full to the brim. “Retirement. Coaching. And spending as much time as possible with our little champion-in-the-making.”

Daisy smirks, nudging me. “You think she’ll skate?”

I look at Lily, at the way she clutches our medals like she already knows what they mean, and grin. “Whatever she wants to do, she’ll be amazing like her mother.”

Daisy laces her fingers with mine, pressing one last kiss to my cheek, and just like that our next chapter begins.

Epilogue Two - Fifteen Years Later

Daisy

The Paris skyline glows in the distance as I step onto the balcony of our hotel suite, the cool night air brushing against my skin. Below, the city hums with life, but up here, it’s just me, the twinkling lights, and the distant sounds from the arena where our daughter won her first World Championship gold medal tonight.

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