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Shane always welcomed anything that gave him a chance to spend more time with his husband; he really was, but he was going to murder Ilya pretty soon. The NHL was off on its break for American Thanksgiving, also known as Thursday to the Canadians and Europeans around the table, and the Centaurs had lucked into having a 5-day break with no games or practices. And they were bored, which resulted in Ilya, Shane, Luca, David, and Yuna crowded around Shane and Ilya's small kitchen table playing poker. Uno and Scrabble had been banned after a few ill-fated games, but surprisingly, Texas Hold 'em was able to satisfy the competitiveness of the hockey players without turning into near bloodshed. But Ilya was still trying to come up with something to do during the rest of their break.
"I've got it," Ilya said, throwing a few pennies into the pot at the center of the table. "We go to the arena, and we race the zambonis around the ice." Luca looked like he was half considering it, before he looked across the table and saw Shane's disapproving look and didn't even try to push the idea.
"Ilya, no," Shane said, shaking his head at his husband.
"Ilya, Yes!" Ilya said, a grin breaking across his face.
"George would kill you if you even so much as looked at his zambonis. Besides, how would you even get into the Zamboni room?"
"Hollander, I am captain. I have keys to everywhere in arena."
"It's not like one of your sports cars; if you fuck up the ice, Wiebe would kick your ass. Actually, I would kick your ass first, then the rest of the team would gladly get in line to join,"
"Have faith in your husband. I can drive anything. Pot's to you, Hollander." Ilya flicked his hand towards the pile of spare change at the center of the table.
"I hate when dad and dad fight," Luca stage-whispered to David and Yuna, who both snorted.
"I fold," Shane said, throwing his cards down. Luca, Yuna, and David matched Ilya's bet, and Shane turned over the flop. He revealed the King of Spades, Queen of Spades, and the eight of diamonds. Ilya mumbled a swear in Russian under his breath, obviously not happy with the cards dealt.
"What would you suggest, Hollander? We spend the break reading boring Hockey biographies?" Ilya asked with mock outrage, tapping his fingers on the table to check.
"I don't know, we could catch up on all the movies we say we're going to watch?" Shane said
"Ah, yes, I see. You want to Netflix and chill. Maybe Saturday, we have our child staying with us and don't want to scare him with our loud lovemaking," Ilya took a swig from his beer, pretending to be oblivious to how much his husband was blushing.
Shane kicked his husband under the table, not enough to injure him, but hard enough to bruise. "Ilya, my parents are right here," Luca snorted at Shane's indignation, and threw a dime into the pot.
"Da, they do not know we are lovers?" Ilya asked with a smirk. God, Shane wished he could erase that word from existence.
"I literally walked in on you," David said, matching Luca's bet.
"And you are kind of loud," Yuna said, throwing in a dime. Ilya threw his cards down and grabbed the deck from Shane, who was sputtering and turning redder than Luca had ever seen him. He burned a card and then flipped over the eight of spades.
"Mom, Dad!" Shane was finally able to get out. Ilya was a bad influence on his parents.
"You really look like my pomidor, now Shane," Ilya said, reaching over to grab Shane's hand and press a kiss to it.
"Don't worry Shane," Luca said, "I remembered my noise cancelling headphones this time." Apparently Ilya had been corrupting their innocent child as well. Luca threw a peny into the pot. An action that was quickly matched by both Yuna and David.
"I hate you all," Shane mumbled, still not looking anyone in the eyes.
"No, you love us all." Ilya siad, pulling Shane into his lap. He wrapped his arms around Shane and nuzzled his face into his neck. Shane started to relax a little, but still had the red tinge to his cheeks.
"Unfortunately," Shane said into Ilya's collar. Ilya gave a gentle laugh, reached around Shane to grab the cards, and flipped over the river showing the ten of spades. Luca bet another dime and the elder Hollanders called.
"Alright boys, and Mama Hollander, let's see what you've got," Ilya said, adjusting him and Shane so he could get a better view of the cards.
"Three of a kind," Luca said, flipping his hand to show the eight of hearts and the eight of clubs.
"Sorry son," David said, flipping his cards revealing the two and three of spades, "I've got a flush."
"What do you have Mrs. Hollander?" Luca asked. No matter how many times she had told him to call her Yuna, his mother would skin him alive if he called her anything besides Mrs. Hollander. (Even if he had drunkenly called her grandma at one of Bood's barbequeues this summer.)
"I have a flush too," Yuna said.
"Looks like we split this pot, dear," David said, reaching for the assorted coins.
"Wait one second, David," Yuna said stopping his hand with hers. "Mine's royal," Yuna flopped her cards over showing the ace and jack of spades. Everyone was speecheless as Yuna strated pulling the pot towards her, until Ilya started laughing so hard he nearly knocked Shane off his lap.