Cassidy and Tristan (Cristan)

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Cassidy's P.O.V.

I hear the rumbling roar of the fans cheering, but the loudest to me is my fiance, Tristan. He and I were off to a rocky start, me having to fill in for his ice dancing partner while he was in the United States. We eventually found we had a lot in common and we're now really close. As in marriage is just around the corner, close. Snapping out of my daydream, I clap my fellow hockey players on the back and head to the showers. Boy, am I tired. I grab my stuff and almost run into Tristan. "Ready?" he says, dangling the keys in front of my face. Stepping out into the cool air has never felt better. We get in the car, turn on the radio and just listen. No time for anything else. I slump out of the car and into the apartment we currently share. We plan to have our wedding in the springtime, when it's nicer than what it is now. I toss myself effortlessly onto the couch and flip on the TV. Tristan hops in beside me, and this is how we stay for the rest of the night.


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