Quinn hughes adjusted his camera, the sunlight streaming through the rink’s glass walls casting a warm glow over the ice. He glanced over at his younger brothers, Jack and Luke, who were busy donning their gear with exaggerated antics, the sound of zippers and velcro breaking the otherwise serene atmosphere. The camera crew, a small team of friends, chuckled as they filmed the lively scene. One of the guys, leaning casually against the boards, turned to Quinn with a grin. “So Quinn, how does it feel to be 24 years old and still have to share with your little brothers?”

Quinn raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk crossing his face. “Well, I’m excited to be doing this with them, that’s what makes this fun,” he replied, his voice light and teasing as he ran a hand through his tousled hair. He glanced back at Jack and Luke, who were now arguing over who would get to choose the music for their warm-up. “Plus…” he continued, a twinkle in his eye, “I don’t have to share my fiancé with them.”

Laughter erupted from the crew, and even the brothers paused their bickering to exchange incredulous glances. Jack rolled his eyes dramatically, his hands on his hips. “That’s not fair! You’ve always got that fiancé card to play!” Luke chimed in.