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Ilya looked up from his- no, Lily's phone, when Shane finally arrived at the hospital.
He looked extremely concerned, almost panicked as he approached his husband with short, fast strides.
"Is she alright?"
It hurt Ilya to hear his partner's voice break. He couldn't help but think of all the times one of them got hurt in their sport. Even though they would've loved to see their daughter become an NHL star like her fathers, maybe it was for the better that she had chosen a sport with less fighting.
"She's fine. They're doing some more check ups. Will be updated by the nurse soon.", Ilya explained and pointed to the seat next to him in the waiting area
"Are you okay, moya lyubovnik?"
Shane let out a panicked chuckle. "Of course not! I'm worried about our daughter, Ilya."
He finally sat down and Ilya placed a hand on his back, drawing slow circles to calm him down.
"Is fine, she's fine. Sprained ankle, yes, but could've been worse."
Shane let out a soft laugh at that.
"Is she as drugged as I was that one time?", he asked.
"Nah, nobody will ever be as drugged as you that time, you hold record of most adorable husband after injury."
Ilya gave him a peck on the forehead.
"...more importantly, did you know about sugar bab-, no, nepo babies group chat? How did Scott Hunters son get our daughters number?"
Shane blushed slightly at that.
"Ah? You know something!"
"Of course, asshole. I gave Scott Hunter her number so his son could add her to the group chat.", Shane explained, not meeting Ilya's gaze.
"Ah so you are.... What you call evil animal? Sly fox, that's it! Giving out our daughter's number to boring people now, yes?"
Shane rolled his eyes. "We agreed that she needed more friends, didn't we? I was trying to help!"
"And the person to help was Scott Hunter? Boring choice."
"Stop saying boring!"
"You like it when I say it."
"No I don't, asshole."
"Yes, you do."
"....yes, I do."
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Before he knew what was happening, Scott was on a phone call with Ilya fucking Rozanov.
"Put me on speaker", Ilya demanded as soon as Scott picked up the phone.
"Why would I?
"Let me talk to Skipper myself. If you don't give me his number, I will ask him myself."
"Ilya, you're being ridiculous.", Shane interrupted in a warning tone.
"You better listen to your husband, Rozanov. You're acting like a kid."
"Nah, if I was acting like kid, I would've stolen your son's number from Lily's phone already. I'm trying to be responsible. You know, like father figure?"
"Role model? Is that the word you're looking for?", Shane asked.
"Ah, yes! Thanks, moya lyubovnik."
Scott hesitated, then sighed.
"You're on speaker."
"Ah, finally! Slipper, you there?", Rozanov asked.
Shane stabbed him into the side with his elbow and shot him a warning glare. "Skipper"
"Ah, yes, sounds so similar, my mistake, sorry."
"No, you're not.", Scott sighed.
"No I'm not. Anyway, is Skipper there?"
Rozanov waited a few seconds before the voice of a young man appeared on the other line.
"You're Ilya Rozanov? Lily's father?"
"Yes! Nice meeting friend of my daughter! Will you give me your number?"
Shane buried his face in his hands.
Ilya hadn't acted this crazy in a good while, what had gotten into him to ask a guy two decades younger than himself for his number?
"...I was gonna ask my father for your number anyways, so yes I'll give it to you."
Huh?
Shane looked up and met Ilya's gaze.
He looked as surprised as he himself.
What the fuck?
"Really?", Ilya asked to make sure he hadn't heard wrong.
"Yeah, I was gonna ask you something. So I'll give it to you.", Skipper replied in a calm tone and hung up.
"What the fuck was that?", Rozanov asked.
"No fucking idea."
---
Ilya chuckled at the messages.
Something about the way Skipper wrote reminded him of Shane.
He glanced over at his husband, who was leaning onto his shoulder while reading some boring Canadian book.
Shane noticed Ilya's eyes on him.
"Hm? What's up?", he whispered as he looked up.
Ilya smiled.
"Nothing. Just admiring my beautiful husband."
He gave him a kiss on the forehead and Shane closed his eyes.
"...Skipper wants to visit Lily."
Shane looked up again.
"Oh? That's nice."
Ilya nodded.
"Yes, he is. Is boring, concerned guy like you."
Shane chuckled. "Ah, so you like him?"
Ilya nodded.
"Yeah, he's a good guy. Not at all like his father"
"Ilya. Hunter isn't that bad."
"He's old."
"We're all old."
"Not me, Russians do not age."
"Bullshit."
"You didn't know? Thought you married me to have forever young husband."
Shane couldn't help but chuckle at that.
"You know I'll love you even when you're old and grey."