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Shane
The sun shined through the window of Shane and Ilya's room. It was brighter than expected but somehow so peaceful. Which for them right now, was perfect. The perfect getaway from the craziness the outside world holds. Just their soft kisses and words only they know. Perfect for the married couple.
Shane leaned over to the clock on his bedside table. It read, "6:25am" just after the beautiful Saturday sunrise. Normally Shane knows Ilya would be working out and just now finishing, but since he knows they are on a break from their schedules, he lets Ilya be. He knows Ilya will be mad at him for making him skip his biggest routine of the day, but sometimes there has to be a break, and Shane decided it was today. Shane turns back to where he layed a moment ago. Ilya, still asleep, is breathing heavy, his face looked flushed and red. He was probably just hot from the weather. Summers in Ontairo can be very hot or the normal temp.
In a atempt to not wake him up, Shane slowly rises from the bed, trying to not off center so Ilya wakes up. Shane is finally up and out without waking the lovely princess from his slumber. From last night, the room had gotten hotter than expected, so Shane decides he will just grab a t-shirt and go make breakfast. When he gets downstairs, Shane finds the dirty dishes from last night. Fuck. He had forgotten about them, he normally doesn't. So, before making Ilya his breakfast, Shane gets started on the dishes. There aren't many, which makes it easy to clean and faster. Today there are just plates and wine glasses. Sometimes, just sometimes, Shane would wonder if they had anyone else over or if they had someone staying with them, and how those dishes would have an extra plate than normal. Maybe deep in Shane's mind, where Ilya can't determine his thoughts, Shane wonders what it would be like to clean a baby bottle or a plate of baby food.
Woah. Too fast.
Shane and his husband have only been married for a little over a year. There wasn't too much thought given into when they would and if they wanted kids. They had little Anya, but a baby is what Shane always wanted with Ilya. He remembers seeing Ilya play around with Hayden's kids. They get along so well and Ilya always enjoys himself. Shane also remembers when Harris's sister visited with her newborn and how protective Ilya was over the baby. Making sure no hockey sticks would hurt the baby girl. Ilya just seemed to have a way with little kids, even at their camp. He was so patient and helpful.
Once Shane finishes up, he turns on the stove. The time on the clock now reads, 7am. Now this was really throwing both of them off their routine. But Shane could care less, the peace and quiet was needed. They both just finished up their first ever season together, as a married couple, in the NHL. A very big, but much needed, first for everyone in the league and all the fans. It gave the married couple a challenge, but one they could most definitely succeed through. Shane thinks the biggest and hardest time in the season was the first game against the Metros for the first time, since Shane left. It was a hard leave, no one seemed to defend him other than Hayden and JJ. But thankfully, Ottawa won that game. Shane knows that Ilya knows that he misses his friends and his old team. But what Shane knows that he will always keep reminding Ilya that he chose to be with Ilya, and it was the best decision he could ever make. There truly is no one Shane loves more than his husband. but his husband could beg to differ. Anya will always be the thing Ilya loves most, and Shane's okay with that, mostly.
Shane decides to start making Ilya's favorite breakfast, well favorite healthy-ish breakfast, that Shane and him eat together, the only dish they eat that both enjoy. French toast, but with Ilya there's always bacon, and with Shane there's always fruit on the side. Shane enjoys eating healthy, but for some reason around Ilya, he feels like he can eat anything and not feel judged.
After finishing up setting up the table, preparing the food, and feeding Anya, Shane wonders when his husband will wake up. Ilya could sleep forever, but he normally is up around this time. Anya is up, wagging her tail and Shane decides to kill some time. Shane unlike Ilya is a type of clean freak. Whenever they first get to the cottage or any place, he has to make sure everything is clean and in it's place. If it somehow gets out of order, everything crumbles down Shane. Thankfully, Ilya knows how to handle Shane, if it ever comes to that.
But instead, Shane doesn't feel the urge to clean, everything already seems perfect in his life. The house is cleaned, breakfast is served, and Shane's husband is sleeping soundly. Shane might not say it, because he doesn't believe anything is perfect, but this morning is definitely up there. To kill the time, Shane decides to go on his phone. He texts back to his parents, and of course Jackie. Shane normally doesn't post anything on his social media accounts. He steers clear to avoid his overthinking to take place. But he has so many cute pictures he wants to post on his Instagram. They are from this season and most of them contain his sexy husband. Shane thinks, maybe he could surprise Ilya with this post. Ilya is very active when it comes to his husband. Things like posting stories of them, thirsting over him in the Official Ottawa Centaurs account, and even constantly reposting edits on Ilya's TikTok account. Shane has only ever posted Ilya twice, for their wedding, and the other time Ilya stole Shane's phone to post himself; Shane jokes that he will delete it, but never does.
So Shane gets the pictures together: Shane hugging his parents, the team picture taken when they visited the cottage, Ilya brushing Anya's hair, Jackie and Shane drinking wine, Ilya dancing to Bad Bunny, and finally Ilya and Shane are holding Jackie and Hayden's new baby, Shane's heart melts. It's just right, maybe even perfect. Now for a caption. Shane thinks, he wants something that people would understand, but has an element that only Ilya and him could understand. He finally decided on; "a perfect summer смоим идеальным человеком" Now a song. Ilya and Shane do have very different music tastes. Shane would rather listen to pop music, he is a huge Olivia Rodrigo stan. Ilya on the other hand is souly Bad Bunny and rap. Bad Bunny always seems to play on their Alexas. Shane realizes that using a Bad Bunny song would make this even more special to Ilya. Shane decides on "Ojitos Lindos" Bad Bunny's part, of course. The post button is ready. Shane tags Ilya, and posts. Now those moments are shared with the world. Shane feels good.
Suddenly, as if Shane almost made it happen, he hears someone walking. Ilya, with his messy curls and Calvin Klein boxers, walks down the little steps. Shane is just smiling. Smiling at the view. Ilya stumbles over and lays on top of Shane.
"Hey!"
"You are warm, I need warmth, is cold," Ilya snuggles up on Shane, with his piercing blue eyes looking into Shane's,"how is my favorite doe eyed husband."
"Well I am your only husband, and doe eyed?" Shane's face looks all puzzled and Ilya just smiles.
"Is term Rose taught me, you have big doe like eyes, my favorite." Ilya explains to Shane.
"Okay," Shane starts to play with Ilya's hair. His curls are one of Shane's favorite things, especially morning curls like this, "you should look at Instagram or something," Shane is trying to cover his smile.
"Instagram? Why? Did some fucker post something? Shane I promised I was not cheating, I was getting present for today" Ilya's face looks so flustered.
"Present? Wait what? I was talking about the post I made?" Shane laughs, watching Ilya sit up.
"Post?" Ilya sits up and opens his Instagram, he sees that Shane posted something. Ilya is silent for a minute, looking at the pictures Shane posted. His face softens, maybe a little too much. Ilya looks at his husband, his eyes are clouded with little tears. A tiny one just escaped, "Oh Shane"
Shane looks at him now, and truly looks at him. He really does love Ilya, like no other, "I just wanted to do something special for you."
"Я люблю тебя, детка." Ilya chokes out.
The two sit there for a minute. Just wiping away the other's tears, tears of love. It truly did take Ilya by surprise. Shane would have never even thought of this a year ago. Now look at how they are about each other on the internet. Open and loved by most.
"ты для меня особенный человек" Ilya gets out, after the rest of his tears are used up. He goes back to lay down on Shane.
Shane lets him and tells him in perfect Russian, "у меня тоже, дорогая"
It's been a long way since the two tried to learn the other's languages. Shane has been practicing since their early years. He liked to send little messages saying things in Russian, to show Ilya he isn't alone when it comes to that. Shane has always loved and loves Ilya, and those early days of staying up the night before the Montral vs Boston games, learning a Russian phrase to say to him. Ilya on the other hand can speak French, but his accent is not the best. One of Ilya's favorite things to do now is learn dirty French phrases and whisper them to Shane when they are in public. Shane blushes hard, and gets hard. Ilya fucking loves it.
"I have breakfast made, if you want some?" Shane finally says breaking the quiet silence, where the two were just looking at each other.
"What did you make, hm?" Ilya responds.
"French toast, with bacon and fruit" Shane whispers quietly, as Ilya pops up in a smile and quickly gets up.
"Have I told you, you are the perfect husband?" Ilya giggled out.
"Once or twice," And Shane follows him. He comes up by Ilya and shows him the spred of food on the counter. Ilya walks around and brushes up on Shane. He slowly wraps his arms around Shane's back, making Shane let out a soft groan, "we have to eat, Ilya."
"I know something that I can eat that's better than all this" Ilya smirks and Shane can just feel it.
Shane murmurs something so softly that Ilya couldn't even hear. Then before Ilya can ask, Shane gives out the slightest moan. This gives Ilya another smile on his face that Shane can feel. For a minute there, they stand there silently, having other feel a great deal of pleasure. They weren't having sex, but there was a pleasure moment, just two people feel the other. The warmth Shane has on his torso which Ilya has been holding. The cold, large, Ilya's hands that make Shane let out a noise only Ilya hears. The silence that lingers, the silence that sits, it stirs, it lays. They are both with each other. This moment confirms and shows the love that was created. The love that was made in dark rooms, trusted in text messages, and the feels that came in those dark night meet ups. This is their moment, and nothing could end it.
That was until Anya barked for a treat.
The two laugh, but Shane speaks first, "Anya babe, can you not see there was a moment. Please wait," Shane turns to meet the annoyed Ilya face, "what?"
"Anya, мой милый малыш, mind your annoying papa. I get your treat now," Ilya breaks away, Shane makes a noise, Ilya hears it but goes back to the cupboard. He gets out, The Twisted Russian, a Russian dog treat Ilya insists on feeding her. She takes the treat and walks away to her puppy bed and lays down. Ilya turns back to Shane now, "she doesn't feel love by you," Ilya tells him with a sad face.
"I signed up to love you, not a dog," Shane responds with a montone face. Shane does love Anya, but not when Anya does things like that.
"You signed up for both of us, we are what you Americans say, a um-" Ilya starts.
"Package deal?" Shane asks.
"Yes, that is the word," Ilya informs him.
Eventually, with many asks to go back into the bedroom (per Ilya), they finally make it to the kitchen table. Shane brought over all the food, then went to grab the condiments. Ilya sits and watches Shane. He is always so mesmerized, by the fact that he got to marry Shane motherfucking Hollander. Shane finally sits back down and grabs a piece of French toast, of course with a little fruit. Ilya on the other side, grabs two pieces of French toast and hogs the syrup.
"May I have some syrup?" Shane questioned, as Ilya made a whole mountain of syrup. No doubt Ilya enjoys the Canadian grown syrup. His favorite Canadian grown thing, next to his husband.
"For the price of a kiss." Ilya answers him back.
Annoyed, but always down for a kiss, Shane leans him. He kisses his husband. Then kisses him a little too hard. Realizing the surroundings, he pulls back and smiles at the look Ilya has on his face.
"You will regret that, Hollander." Ilya explains in a serious, but playful voice.
"We'll see, Rosanov." Shane just smiles back.
They end up getting back to breakfast. The silence is only broken by the sound of birds chirping, from the open window. Shane and Ilya just eat, they feed. There is a talk but its silent, kind of like most. There is a mutual feeling that they both enjoy this, but never would admit it. Out of everything that came to be once they married, this was Shane's favorite. He never did well with conversation. That was until he met a certain Russian hockey player, who took up all this thoughts, no matter how hard he tried not to. Of course in the beginning, Shane would worry in these silent moments, especially after sex. It felt too quiet. But soon, Ilya learned Shane needed that reassurance, and he he reminded him every time. 'just because there isn't a conversation going, does not mean anything bad happened.' Today was the opposite, Shane just knew there was lingering happiness. But Shane still has questions.
"The birds are loud today," Ilya starts before Shane interrupts.
Shane starts, "You mentioned when I mentioned Instagram, something about a present. What was that about?"
Ilya knew bringing it up would have Shane have some worries. What is Shane Hollander without his anxiety, "Your birthday is soon, and I brought Rose and Jackie out to pick out a gift. I didn't know how the press would take it, and I'm sorry if I worried you."
A sigh of relief washes over Shane, he knew Ilya would not cheat. Ilya could never. But that thought never really did leave. He always wondered in the back of his head, was he really good enough to be with Ilya?
"Shane, you know that I love you more than anything," Ilya begins, he saw Shane's face and knew, "you are good enough for me. Shane you are Shane fucking Hollander. Never forget." Ilya knows exactly how to help the worries.
Ilya walks over and hugs him. Marriage really did soften them. Ilya gives him a little kiss and goes back to his seat. They finish breakfast and Ilya washes the dishes. Shane sits on the couch and his thoughts wander again.
Somehow he ends up on a baby website, one for first time parents. He reads up on how first time parents reacted. Shane knows he would be a good father. It was always his dream to have a baby. He knew he wanted a girl and boy, and adopted them. A girl so he can experience girlhood as a father, and a boy, so he can experience his childhood again. Shane never really brought this up with Ilya. He knew he wanted to eventually. But with their jobs, having a baby is a full-time job. Something both of them could not commit to, this early in their jobs. Shane truly wants a baby who looks like Ilya, but he knew he could never have biological kids with Ilya, and have them be just their DNA.
"Is a baby part of your wishlist?" Ilya scares up Shane, being behind him and asking.
"Jesus! you scared me." Shane simmers down, but his worries of Ilya saying he does not want kids, still stay.
"Our babies would be perfect," Ilya informs Shane, as he sits on the other side of the couch. Their feet are now lightly touching.
"So," Shane begins, still scared, "you are not opposed to babies?"
"Shane," Ilya laughs, "I have dreamed about our babies, the thought helps after I have a nightmare."
Shane looks reliefed, "I do want babies. I saw how you are. It made me want to have a baby with you. And I know not this early, but soon."
"Of course." Ilya looks at Shane. The even thought that the idea helped Ilya, Shane's heart melted. The curls on a baby, Oh, Shane has a daydream.
"I want to have a baby that has your doe eyes, nothing else. they are perfect, and on a baby, I think I'd fall all the way back in love with those eyes." Ilya says, with a little twinkle in his eyes. Shane just smiles
After talking more about babies, they finally agree to an agreement. Ilya and Shane will try to play for at least 5 more years, making them 36. By that point, they will agree to adopt. They agree and both know they need to give the team their full effort. The two also agree on adopting, there's too many kids without a home that need one. The maximum is two kids, they want a girl and boy, perhaps twins if possible.
"You know, we could try for a baby." Ilya smirks at Shane, sitting up to grab Shane's legs.
"Biological, you cannot get me pregnant, Ilya." Shane just laughs at that statement.
"Stupid biology." Ilya just mutters.
All of a sudden, before Shane can attest to the smirk on his husband's face, Ilya sits up and scoops Shane up.
"Ilya! what the fuck?" Shane squeals to Ilya, his blush is telling Ilya something different.
"Biology is stupid, if I cannot get you pregnant, I can damn well try." Ilya whispers in a seductive tone.
"That's just how it is, it's the rules." Shane tries to kick himself free, but the kicks are making Ilya even more aroused.
"Oh Shane," Ilya starts, before he smirks, "Je ne respecte jamais les règles."
Ilya knows how speaking French makes Shane feel.
And just like that, Ilya tries, obviously fails, but has a little fun.