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For several moments, Shane was pacing back and forth in his beautiful hotel room. It was a rainy day in London and usually, Shane liked the sound of raindrops hitting the glass of the windows, but right now, he was just restless. And anxious.
With a sigh, he sat down hard on the edge of his bed, grabbed his phone and dialed Ilya's number. The three seconds it took Ilya to answer, Shane contemplated hanging up again.
He was ridiculous.
But then, his husband's handsome face appeared on his phone screen and he heard Ilya's deep voice greet him. His heart skipped a beat and Shane couldn't help but smile. At least for a moment because then he realized that Ilya wasn't inside their house.
"Why aren't you in bed?" he asked, wishing he could kiss that smug but so damn sexy smirk right off Ilya's mouth.
"Good morning to you too, sweetheart," Ilya answered and, of course, rolled his eyes at Shane because Shane immediately asked "No really, where are you? What are you doing outside?"
"I just finished the marathon I wanted to attend, you know? Was a lot of fun!"
Shane frowned. He really wasn't in the mood for jokes like that right now. Ilya noticed his expression. "Sheynka, I'm just in our back yard, getting some air. I'm fine and safe at home, I promise. See?" He started to move his phone so Shane could see that he was, in fact, only a few meters away from the back porch of their house in Ottawa.
A moment later, his smiling face appeared on the screen again, but there was also some concern in the crease between Ilya's eyebrows. "Mama Yuna left just a few minutes ago to take Anya for her morning walk," he said, and his voice was soft. "What's wrong, мой помидор?"
Shane shrugged, but he wasn't able to hide how upset he was. "I don't know," he said, but of course he knew what was wrong. Shane shook his head. "No, that's not true. I do know. I just…" He sighed deeply. "I'm worried about you. And I fucking miss you. I wish I could just take the next flight back home. Why did you have to be injured during one of our games two days before we wanted to leave for London?"
Ilya's expression softened and Shane heard him sigh too. "I miss you too, моя радость. But I'm also happy that you can meet up with Rose today for her movie premiere, spend some time with her. Go out to party, have some fun. I know this event is important for the both of you. And I'm sorry I got that concussion, I would love to be with you in London right now. Kiss you on the red carpet to make all the journalists go totally crazy again." He winked at Shane and Shane smiled and felt himself blush.
"It's not your fault you got a concussion. I just want to be with you when you're injured, that's all," he then answered, feeling a little bit better already. Talking to Ilya always helped because his husband always knew what to say to make him calm down.
"Don't worry about me. I'm much better already and your parents take good care of me and Anya. Have some fun and come back home with new nice memories, okay? And call me when you're back in your hotel, drunk and horny and missing your husband's cock." Shane chuckled when Ilya winked at him again. "You're impossible," he answered and Ilya grinned widely.
"Yes. Impossibly sexy." His cocky grin morphed back into a soft smile. "I love you, моя небольшая сушилка для посуды." That made Shane frown and he tried to repeat what Ilya had said in Russian, his lips forming words without making a sound. "My little - I don't know that one", he then said. Ilya grinned again. "Little dish rack."
Shane rolled his eyes, but there was a grin on his lips and he felt a lot more relaxed now thanks to Ilya. He blew a kiss at his phone. "I love you too, you dork." Ilya's expression was cheeky but also so, so fond. "Good. Now go get your ass ready and then show London what you're made of, my sexy little party animal."