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Ilya parks the car in the driveway, turning off the engine before sprinting inside. He hangs his coat and puts down his bag in the living room before going upstairs to the quiet nursery.
Shane texted him that the baby slightly woke up, fussing over his teeth growing. So he figured that Shane is getting him back to sleep in his little bassinet.
"My love?" Ilya softly says, peeking through the door ajar.
Shane was fixing the books in the little nook they had, then turned around, hearing his husband.
"Daddy!" Shane shouts, but also whispering. He jumped quietly before joining Ilya's already opened arms, puckering his lips to ask for a kiss that Ilya immediately gave in to. Shane melted into his embrace, resting his face into Ilya's chest. Ilya ran his hand on Shane's back, caressing him.
"Good job today, Dad." Ilya pulled back from the hug, bringing his hand to run it through Shane's hair before planting a soft kiss on his forehead. "I missed you Daddy." Shane looks into Ilya's eyes, puckering his lips again.
Ilya laughs and kissed him once again. "Me too, lyubov. I missed you too." Shane calling him Daddy has become permanent now. It started when he got pregnant and his hormones were all over the place. Shane had pulled down his walls and gotten a lot clingier which Ilya definitely preferred over his brattiness back then. Sometimes Babe will come up if he's feeling a bit young and romantic, but Ilya enjoys their domestic style.
The latter quietly walks to the newborn that is swaddled in tiny dinosaurs.
"Hi, buddy. Daddy's here." He whispers. Shane watches the two from the doorframe, taking in the sight.
"Little menace, don't give Dad a hard time while Daddy's at work." Ilya rubs the baby's tiny hand. Shane chuckles and walks to the bassinet. "Don't call my angel a menace. Shawn is a good boy." Shane places his chin on Ilya's shoulder. "That's good. I'm counting on you, big guy. My Shane can't get tired." He squeezes Shane's cheeks as the brunette laughs.
"Thank you for cooking." Ilya wraps his arms around Shane's waist as he mixed the pasta with the sauce. "It's just pasta, Ilya." Shane smiles. "You're already taking care of Shawn but you're still cooking for me." Ilya kisses his cheek and neck.
"You're my husband. I like taking care of you."
They sat beside each other on the kitchen island, sharing stories about their day. Though mostly Ilya asked the questions, as his day were full of depressing paperwork and daydreaming of his family back home. He felt bummed on the moments he missed not watching his son growing and not helping his husband around the house. Shane comforts him, caressing Ilya's nape. "You're providing for the family. I'll try my best to keep you updated with Family News." Shane looks into Ilya's eyes smiling before leaning into his shoulders. Ilya kissed the top of his head. "You're doing great, baby."
Ilya washes the dishes before changing his clothes. He hears the baby cooing.
"Shawn, are you awake?" He peeks through the bassinet. "Daaaa~" The baby coos at the sight of his dad. "That's right, moy malysh. Daddy's here." He smiles at the kid. "I can't wait to play with you when you get a little older. Teach you a little Russian. Dad will teach you French, Japanese and—"
"Boring words?" Shane interrupts, raising an eyebrow by the door frame. Ilya giggles, nodding. "Yes solnyshko, boring words." Ilya extends an arm, gesturing him to come. Shane rolls his eyes playfully, going to him.
"Goodnight, Shawn. Your dads love you." Shane whispers.
The two snuggled in bed, watching TV. Shane laid his head on Ilya's chest, while Ilya's hand rested on his hip. "Baby? Are you sleeping?"
Shane hums. "Babe my back hurts." His eyes were closed, but his hand pointed to his lower back. "Lay down on your back, lyubov. I'll give you massage, yes?" His husband offers, reaching to Shane's side of the bed where his drawer was, grabbing a bottle of massage oil.
Shane laid there, face planted on his pillow. Ilya pulled Shane's top up, lathering oil on his back.
Unfortunately for Ilya, Shane moans loud. "Oh yes, right there Daddy! Lower please!"
Ilya laughs at his husband. "My love, stop calling me daddy if you don't want your body to hurt even more." He applies pressure to Shane's lower back.
"Shut up." Shane laughs.
"You want me to drive you to spa tomorrow?" Ilya ran his hand around Shane's back. Shane furrowed his eyebrows at his husband. "Rose can babysit. She offered a million times."
"I'm not ready to leave my baby yet."
"I'm don't like it when my baby is hurting either." Ilya replies, making Shane blush a little.
"I'm still taking a pause on that, Ilya. Not now." He places a hand on his husband's chest.
"Okay. Whatever you want, lyubov."
Shane felt his eyes drooping so he shifted to his side of the bed. "Ilya, I'm going to sleep. I love you." He kissed Ilya's lips.
Ilya extended his arm. "Goodnight, my love. I love you."