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"Are you okay?"
Ilya's voice is soft and concerned as Shane slowly sits up from the bed, one hand cradled on his bump as he tries to orientation himself after laying down. God, being this late in his pregnancy was absolute hell.
"I'm okay." Shane says, but it's pained and Ilya catches it immediately.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt? Is everything okay!?"
Shane holds up his hand against the onslaught of questions, huffing quietly. "My back aches, my centre of gravity is gone and I cannot see my feet. Sleeping at night has been utterly hell, not to mention I'm leaking milk!"
Ilya nods, taking in his words with a concerned look. It makes Shane sigh loudly.
"Look, I get that you're worried, but I'm eight months pregnant, it won't get any easier!"
Ilya wisely keeps his mouth shut, knowing Shane wouldn't like him to disagree, instead he clears his throat and gets up. "I'm going shopping today, do you want anything?"
"Mcflurry and chips to dip in it." Shane answers automatically and he doesn't miss Ilya's smile.
"Of course, I won't forget that." Ilya leans over, kissing him gently. Which makes things slightly better, but only just. "I won't be long."
Shane just nods, moving slowly into the bathroom to at least attempt to take a shower.
An hour or so later,Ilya comes home with a mysterious large box in a bag. Shane moves over to him curiously, his head tilted. "What is that?"
Ilya grins, moving upstairs with the bag. "You will see! But for now, take this mcdonalds before the ice cream melts." He hands Shane a smaller bag.
Shane looks confused, but is way too tired to try to puzzle his husband out. "Okay, I will be in the living room." He tells him, taking the small bag and giving him one last look, before he heads into the living room.
About half an hour later, Ilya heads into the living room and gently helps Shane to stand. "It's ready."
"What's ready?" Shane asks, looking curious as he walks up the stairs with Ilya slowly.
Ilya just grins, looking excited as he carefully leads his husband upstairs. "You will see."
Shane gives him a look, "what have you done?"
Ilya laughs softly, gently leading him into the bedroom. "Here!" He proudly displays the pregnancy support pillow on the bed.
Shane stares at the pillow, tears in his eyes. "You got this for me?"
"Yes, I spent hours in the baby shop looking for one." Ilya says, nodding to the pillow. "It should give you some support to help you sleep better."
Shane turns and hugs him tightly, burying his head in his shoulder and hugging him as much as his bump will allow. "Thank you."
Ilya hugs him as tight as he can. "You don't need to thank me, I just want you to feel comfortable."
"I love you," Shane whispers to him quietly.
"I love you too." Ilya murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips gently. "I have one more surprise for you."
"Oh?" Shane tilts his head as Ilya moves behind him. He's confused until his husband's hands move over the bump and gently lifts it.
The result is instantaneous. Shane lets out a groan and tilts his head back as he finally gets some relief from the weight of the bump.
"Good?" Ilya asks softly, pressing a kiss to his neck as he continues to support Shane's bump.
"So good, oh my god, thank you." Shane sighs in bliss, "please don't ever stop."
"Well, I cannot stay here all night." Ilya replies as he lowers the bump. "But I can do this whenever you need it."
"You're the best husband in the entire world." Shane murmurs, turning to face him.
"So are you, now are you ready to try the pillow?" Ilya asks with a grin.
Shane nods eagerly, beaming at him. "Hell yes!"
That night, Shane finally has his first good night sleep since he became pregant. Ilya watches him sleeping with an adoring look on his face and when he too falls asleep, he dreams of happy Shane.