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After saying goodbye to their friends and nieces and nephews, Shane and Ilya started to clean up the dishes that were used at the barbecue they hosted at the cottage. As Shane dried the remaining dishes, Ilya opened the back door and let Anya out to use the bathroom, and to let Anya’s remaining energy out before bed. As the Australian Sheppard ran around in the backyard, Ilya reflected back to earlier today as the young Pike children ran around the backyard playing with Anya.
Since they got married three years ago, they have thought about having kids. They do want kids, but they weren’t a necessity for them. They were content with Anya and their nieces and nephews from their teammates. Ignoring the hole in his heart, Ilya called Anya to come back inside the house and headed to his and Shane’s room.
“I’m tired,” Shane collapsed onto their bed and looked up to see the look on his husband’s face. “What’s with the look?”
“Nothing,” Ilya replied.
“No, tell me,” Shane sat up. “We promised each other that we’ll be honest with each other.”
“Seeing Hayden and Jackie’s kids run around is making me miss something,” Ilya sighed. “I know we talked about it, but it would be nice if we had something like that.”
“Ilya, I feel the same thing, but we’re about to start the season soon.” Shane agreed with his husband’s feelings. “The NHL already knows I’m gay and married to you, but they don’t know…”
“That you’re trans,” Ilya completed his thought.
“How would we even explain it? If I came out as trans, everyone is going to start questioning me and my ability,” Shane’s mind started to race through the possible outcomes. “I know the team already knows, but-”
“Hey, look at me,” Ilya gently squeezed his husband’s hand. “We’ll figure it out. I’m not saying we should have a kid now, but maybe in the future after this season.”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Shane agreed and yawned.
Putting a pin on the conversation, Shane and Ilya headed to bed.
*A Few Months Later*
Saying goodbye to their teammates, Shane and Ilya grabbed their bags and headed to their car to start the drive home. The season for the Ottawa Centaurs had come to an end since they lost their playoff game. This allowed the two to relax and focus on the camp and foundation.
“Let’s start trying,” Shane blurted on the drive home.
“Weren’t we trying already?” Ilya questioned as they reached a stoplight.
The term trying was loosely used. It was mostly them having unprotected sex whenever they could after games or events. They did get some negative tests when Shane’s periods were late, which gave them some disappointment. It also gave them some reassurance that Shane is not playing while pregnant, which creates some risks if Shane did get a positive test.
“Not really,” Shane shrugged his shoulders. “We have a better chance since we’re not training and have time to ourselves. No stress for now.”
Ilya hummed and nodded as he continued to drive.
“Also, my parents are dropping off Anya tomorrow,” Shane grinned while leaning over to whisper the rest of his sentence in his husband’s ear.
*Start of smut*
Smirking at the statement Shane made, Ilya drove them home a few minutes earlier than expected. Shane unlocked the front door while Ilya grabbed their bags from the trunk. Locking the door and tossing their bags on the couch, the captain ran up the stairs to his and Shane’s room. Picking his husband up bridal style and gently tossing him on their bed, Ilya immediately got on top of him. Shane pulled Ilya closer to him by his shirt and pressed his lips against Ilya’s.
“Clothes. Off. Now,” Ilya said between kisses.
Hitching his breath as he felt Ilya kissing/sucking on his neck, Shane nodded and guided his hands down to his pants. Unbuttoning his pants, Shane threw them off before taking off his husband’s. They soon took off their shirts.
“Fuck, Ilya,” Shane gasped as he felt his fingers enter him. “Please.”
“Already wet, aren’t we?” Ilya smirked.
“I need you,” Shaned whimpered. “Please.”
“Be patient my darling,” Ilya said as he started trailing kisses down Shane’s body.
Shane’s moans echoed throughout their house as Ilya thrusted his erect cock into Shane. Ilya moaned in his husband’s mouth as Shane dug his fingernails into his back. After a few more thrusts, Ilya gently collapsed next to Shane after coming in him.
“Can’t wait to see a baby grow inside of you,” Ilya whispered in Shane’s ear.
“You think that I will get pregnant this time?” Shane mumbled in the crook of Ilya’s neck.
“I don’t think. I know,” Ilya replied with a cocky look on his face.
Rolling his eyes at his husband’s cockyness, Shane got out of bed before pulling Ilya out so they could clean themselves up and think about what to have for dinner.
*End of smut*
*Few Weeks Later*
Placing the puke bucket down on their bedroom floor, Shane groaned and turned back on his back while petting Anya. For the past week, Shane hasn’t been able to keep anything down and has constantly felt dizzy, even during practice. He became more sensitive to smells that did not bother him before. It got so bad that Coach Wiebe told Shane to go home and rest for the week. This also causes Ilya to worry and hover over his husband if he gets any worse symptoms. It took some convincing for Ilya to leave for practice after he took two days off.
“Aw, my poor baby,” Yuna announced herself as she walked into the bedroom. “How are you feeling?”
“The same,” Shane groaned. “I can’t eat or drink anything but saltines, ginger ale, and water.”
“Well, I made some food that should keep down. It worked when you were a little kid,” Yuna stroked her son’s face. “I also got you a couple of things. I’m going to wash the bucket, then bring up the food and things I got you.”
Nodding his head, Shane cuddled with Anya while Yuna cleaned up and heated the food. Seeing his mom walk in with a tray of food, Shane slowly got up from bed and lay up against the headboard.
“Eat whatever you can,” Yuna kissed the top of Shane’s head.
Nodding his head, Shane managed to eat the small bowls of chicken noodle soup and mashed potatoes his mother gave him. Shane managed to finish the two small bowls and the packet of saltine crackers without throwing up. Grabbing the small bag his mom had placed on his bed, Shane opened it to see some bottles of cold medication and a box of pregnancy tests.
“Mom, really?” Shane questioned.
“I know you and Ilya are trying, and I had similar symptoms to yours.” Yuna sat down next to her son. “Just a precaution. You don’t have to take one now, but whenever you’re ready.”
Nodding his head, Shane looked down at the box of tests in his hands. Tests that determined his and Ilya’s future.
Opening the front door, Ilya kicked off his shoes, tossed his dirty clothes in the hamper, and headed upstairs, where his husband had been lying all day. Leaning against the doorway, he looked at the sight in front of him of the mother and son duo cuddling in bed together, while Anya lay across from them. Soon, Anya got off the bed and walked up to Ilya when she saw him.
“Hi,” Ilya greeted his husband with a kiss. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Shane smiled.
“He finally got some food in his system,” Yuna told Ilya. “Anyways, I need to leave. I made dinner for you too Ilya.”
“Thank you,” Ilya kissed his mother-in-law on the cheek. “I’ll walk you out.”
“No need,’ Yuna waved him off. “I’ll see you two soon.”
Saying goodbye to Yuna, Ilya headed into their bathroom to take a shower to wash all of the sweat from all the training he had done today. Stepping out of the hot shower, Ilya dried himself off before putting on a pair of basketball shorts. Opening the drawer to grab his comb, Ilya’s eyebrows furrowed as he saw the three tests in his drawer. Picking them up, Ilya’s eyes widened as he saw the two lines on them. Looking up, he saw Shane with a smile and tears rolling down his face as he leaned against the doorway. Turning to face his husband, Ilya placed a passionate kiss on Shane’s lips as tears started to roll down his face.
“You’re pregnant?” Ilya grinned. “We’re having a baby?”
“It’s what the tests say,” Shane smiled and wiped his tears. “I already made an appointment for tomorrow before training. The symptoms I’ve been having the past week were morning sickness. Wrong name to call it that, cause I’m puking all day.”
“You,” Ilya kneeled and talked to Shane’s stomach. “You need to stop giving your Daddy a hard time. Stop making him sick.”
Chuckling, Shane smiled as he ran his fingers through his husband’s hair. He soaked up the moment in front of him before Ilya got up. Holding onto his hand, Shane and Anya followed Ilya downstairs. Eating up the food Yuna made for them, Ilya pulled up a movie, and they started watching it together to decompress from the day.