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Ilya was standing in front of their fully body mirror, shirt hiked up staring at his stomach.
He was only 13 weeks so there wasn’t a huge difference, but it was there.
His usually carved abs were softer, still there, if you didn’t know any better you’d think he’d just had a big breakfast but he knew.
It was almost like as soon as Ilya found out he was pregnant all the symptoms became more noticeable, the food aversions, nausea, fatigue, everything.
“What are you doing?” A voice asked.
Ilya let his shirt fall before turning his head towards Shane, “Seeing if I’m fat.” He joked, closing his eyes.
He felt Shane’s arms wrap around his waist, hands coming to the small bump. “Well you definitely aren’t.” He whispered in Ilya’s neck.
Ilya let himself breathe in Shane before teasing, “Well I will be.”
He feels Shane shake his head, hugging him tighter. “The doctor said that you probably won’t show until later.”
The two swayed together in comfortable silence before Ilya broke the silence.
“Mm.” Ilya sighed, tilting his head back. “We should probably go before Yuna starts to come up with..different reasons on why we’re late.”
Shane laughs. “Pervert.”
Ilya twists in Shane’s hold to face him. “Oh you know I am.” His eyes narrowed before dropping to his knees.
“Ilya.” Shane gasped.
—
Fifteen minutes late and flushed Shane and Ilya finally arrived.
Yuna squealed when she opened the door. “David! The boys are here.” She called before pulling Shane into a hug quickly moving to Ilya.
“Hello sweetheart.” She kissed Ilya’s cheek.
It still felt unbelievable to Ilya that these were the people he called his family. If you told him that when he was 18 he would’ve probably laughed in your face. Or cried.
“Come, come, come.” Yuna ushered them inside, leading them deeper into the jasmine scented home.
David finally emerged from his small den greeting the two. “Hey kiddos.”
Shane rolled his eyes, “I’m thirty-one, dad.” David laughed.
“I’m still thirty.” Ilya cut in, joking.
“And that’s why you’re the baby.” David teased, ruffling Ilya’s curls.
Immediately Ilya’s heart swelled at the word ‘baby’ and he knew Shane’s did too because he was wearing the goofiest grin.
“Do you two want anything to drink? Wine? We got a still have some left in the bottle.” Yuna offered the two as they sat down for dinner.
Ilya held back a snort looking at Shane, whose ears turned a dark red.
Yuna’s eyes narrowed, already suspicious but didn’t say anything.
“I’m okay good Yuna, thank you I’m driving.” Ilya lied smoothly as Shane turned an even deeper shade of scarlet.
Ilya knew Yuna was starting to catch on even if she didn’t know exactly what. She didn’t push but damn was she a smart woman.
Well into eating, Yuna finally speaks up, honestly Ilyas surprised she lasted this long. “Okay what’s up with you two. You guys are acting weird.”
“It’s n-nothing mom.” Shane stammered.
“Okay…well Ilya I know you said you wouldn’t drink but since Shane’s not drinking…David got a new vodka he’d been wanting to try It’s from Russia.” She said, “Are you sure?”
Ilya couldn’t help but start to laugh, causing Shane to sigh and put his head in his hands.
“Shane owes me twenty bucks.”
David was completely oblivious, “What’s going on?”
“Oh my god. Are you really?” Yuna gasped, putting the pieces together. “No way.”
Yuna immediately got up from her chair and rushed over to Ilya to give him one of her iconic hugs.
“What the heck is happening?” David said again, still confused.
Shane laughed before rounding the table to hug his dad, whispering, “Grandpa.” Causing his dad to gasp.
“What?! Oh my goodness.” He said, immediately returning Shane’s hug at full force.
The two switch and Yuna is hugging Shane, tearing up. “My baby is going to be a dad.”
“You’re gonna do so well, kid.” David said to Ilya, patting his back.
Ilya’s heart swelled. He didn’t if he could be happier.
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Sveta was out of breath as she padded through the Rozanov-Hollander home. “Ilyusha?!”
“In here Sveta!” Ilya called from the kitchen.
Putting her hands on her hips, she looked Ilya up and down. “Okay. Care to tell me why I flew from Boston?”
Ilya pouted, “I can’t ask my best friend to come over and hang out?”
Svetlana rolled her eyes, “Not when you messaged ‘Come soon. Have big news.’ She emphasized her fingers with quotation marks. “What am I supposed to go off of?”
Ilya just grinned.
“Ilyusha you are such an asshole, tell me right now; Or I will do to you what I did in 2016.” She threatened.
Ilya shivered. He was sad then and Sveta dragged him out of bed, hitting him saying “Ilyusha if you don’t get out of bed right now I’ll give you a reason to.” And boy did she.
“You can’t be mean to me. I’m pregnant.” Ilya said smoothly, watching Svetlana’s face as she slowly processed what he’d just said.
At first Sveta laughed, thinking it was a joke. Then she saw Ilya’s smile. “Wait what?”
Ilya just smiled even harder.
“No way. Ilyusha!” Instantly a grin split her face, almost bouncing up and down and throwing herself gently as Ilya, still stomping her feet excitedly.
“Oh my god I’m going to be an Auntie.” She said before bombarding him with questions. “How far along are you? Do you know the gender? Oh my gosh I need to go shopping.”
Ilya just smiled, answering all her questions willingly.
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Shane came back from Anya and his walk to see Svetlana and Ilya talking on their couch.
“Ah! Hollander!” She squealed before standing to give him a hug, giving him a peck on his cheek.
“Hey Sveta.” Shane grinned, returning her hug as Ilya watched happily.
“So soon to be Papa, how do you feel?” She questioned, accent coming through as she said ‘Papa’.
Shane knew Ilya told her already. You couldn’t keep a secret from Svetlana Vetrova even if you tried.
“Good, I’m excited.” Shane answered truthfully, before rounding the couch and standing in front of Ilya; giving him a hug and kissing his head.
“We already ordered dinner.” Ilya stated, “we’re going to watch a movie.” Ilya’s curls bounced as he spoke.
Shane smiled, settling onto the couch already as Ilya curled into his side. Sveta was already sprawled on their large couch, sighing as she got comfortable.
“This is nice.” Shane whispered into Ilya’s hair.
Ilya nodded, snuggling deeper into Shane, letting out a long exhale. “Да. It is.”