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It's a quiet , sunny morning in Ottawa , however for Shane and Ilya Hollander - Rozanov it does not mean a sleep in or … well you know.
Ilya was scared out of his mind, he had just returned from a session with Galina where he had talked about his fears of being like his father and it had gotten a lot more teary than Ilya had hoped for. Galina was, as normal, very helpful and helped him work through the main fears that came from his own childhood that he could repeat to his child. So now he was at home listening to his beloved husband hum along to some ridiculous pop song on the radio and attempting to read the instructions for the crib while Anya lay across his lap.
Baby girl's nursery was perfect, the walls had an adorable peachy-pink that Rose Landry helped them pick out during one of her many visits. One too many for Ilya's liking but he understands that she helps Shane and he should try and let go of the little fling that she had with his Shane many years ago. Svetlana has also been around a lot to help them prepare , she got them in contact with many many private care centres for when she was older and had brought baby girls so many fancy outfits that the tiny baby-sized wardrobes doors were practically bursting at the hinges. He was so grateful for all the help that he and Shane had around them but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness that his own family wasn't any of them. Shane knew he struggled with this and had helped Ilya understand that he was part of the family, it wasn't the Hollanders + Ilya anymore. Ilya was forever grateful for Yuna and David welcoming him to fast , it really proved to him what Galina had told him early on “Family isn't always blood, we can choose our own”.
Shane had been perfecting his routine since the day they got the call about Baby girl. He knew exactly how to use the bottle steriliser , after the unfortunate first use which involved a lot of clean up. He had organised the closet of bed linens so many times he thought Ilya might kill him if he did it again. He couldn't help it , he needed everything to be perfect and organised because he knew that the second she arrived everything was going to change and he wasn't going to have the time or brain power to learn how to wash a certain yellow stuffed bunny at midnight after it got thrown up on it. Okay the vomit may have been his own , but Shane was scared and yes the bunny got thrown away. What if she got sick from his fears?
“мой любимый come here!”
This house was too big for Shane to have any idea where Ilya was anymore, he had been all over the place recently after deciding that yes baby girl did in fact need a nursery , a playroom and her own personal bathroom , “But Shane what if she wants purple bath mats instead of pink , what if моя малышка needs the colour changing lights instead of the normal ones ?” That was what Shane had been listening to for weeks. He had tried reasoning with him telling him that she would in fact be a newborn and would not know what her favourite colour is, nevertheless what a colour is.
“Where are you my love?” His voice doesn't echo through the halls anymore, it felt nice knowing that the house was warm and full of life . No longer a white , cold box. It was filled with their family , Shane , Ilya and Anya , and soon to be their baby girl.
“PLAYROOM” sigh, of course he was . Shane was starting to worry himself a bit too much that Ilya may be using all of their money on toys for someone who can't even see them yet. He wouldn't do that … right?
Ilya could hear Shane's footsteps hurrying down the stairs , fucking finally .
After what felt like a decade , Shane appeared in the doorway. Ilya was sitting on the floor so from here Shane looked tall and even more beautiful than he did everyday.
“ Shane , sweetheart , my love , pretty please can we go back to uhm wait what is it again”
Ilya was making adorable thinking and annoyed sounds while he tried to remember where he wanted to go .
Tap tap tap went his fingers on the doorframe
“Hmm I wonder what you're thinking of hmm … Walmart?” Ilya’s face lit up
“Yes!”
“No.”
His face dropped “why.”
“She has more than enough clothes, toys and every possible baby accessory she could ever dream of and we have every piece of furniture she needs and every tub of formula she could ever need, There is nothing left ,we are ready Ilya”
He could tell that Shane was trying to be calming but Ilya really just wanted to get more paper for the printer … and maybe a McGriddle on the way home. But he couldn't tell that to Shane while they were still in the house.
But then Shane's phone rang and Ilya’s McGriddle dreams were crushed.
He looked around the room that he had so meticulously created over the past few weeks and he knew Shane was right , they were ready. The sun cast a beautiful rainbow over the yellow and pink playroom walls that had been sprinkled with pictures of the family and some adorable paintings that he had found. As well as one more painting in the centre of the longest wall a singular monarch butterfly ,
“Как бы мне хотелось, чтобы вы с ней познакомились” Ilya whispered into the room , just for himself and his mother
“I wish you could meet her” .
Finally Shane returned to the room , his face was paler than usual and he had tears streaming down his face , not the same as Ilya’s however . Shane was beaming with a smile as he crashed into Ilya on the floor . “She’s in labour , our girl is almost here” he whispered into Ilya’s skin as he passionately kissed his husband .
And then , just from those few words all of Ilya's fears flew out of his mind
she was almost here , he was going to have a daughter
It all worked out in the end.
After a few minutes of a mixture of happy and teary hysterics , the two men pushed themselves off the floor and stood in the centre of the room. They were surrounded by tiny little tables and chairs and boxes and boxes of dolls, books and all sorts of trinkets that Him and Shane had been gifted from their family and friends. The sun was still shining , Shane was wearing his little running shorts and a paint covered singlet with tear stains running down the neck.
He stood there next to his husband ,
Shane Hollander , his husband , the man he was about to raise a child with. Everything was perfect.
Shane stared up at Ilya's teary eyes and crooked smile and knew
he had found peace , they had each other and they had all the support in the world .
But they only needed each other and now they needed their daughter.
Russian translation
мой любимый= my beloved
Как бы мне хотелось, чтобы вы с ней познакомились= I wish you could meet her
моя малышка = my baby