Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

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No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories:

Gen, M/M

Fandoms:

Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid

Relationships:

Shane Hollander & Hayden Pike, Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Characters:

Hayden Pike, Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov, Jackie Pike, JJ Boiziau

Additional Tags:

Humor, Misunderstandings, Coming Out, outing (sort of), it's complicated - Freeform, Unplanned pregnancy (NOT REALLY ONLY SORT OF), Texting, POV Outsider, Hayden Pike Finds Out About Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov

Language:

English

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Published: 2026-01-22 Completed: 2026-01-24 Words: 4,051 Chapters: 2/2

I can see it, your face is glowin'

Summary

Shane is stooped over to strap on his shin guards when his phone buzzes once in Hayden’s hand.

He doesn’t mean to tap the notification.

And oh god, does he wish he could un-tap the fucking notification.

Because why the fuck has Lily, Shane’s mysterious Boston hook-up of several years (no matter how fervently he denies it), sent him a picture of a fucking sonogram.

Black and white, blurry, and undeniably baby-shaped.

–

Ilya makes a joke, Hayden breaks Shane’s phone, and a comedy of errors ensues.

Notes

predictably, i've been bewitched by the hockey boys

next chapter of this should be up within a day or two!

title is from (You're) Having My Baby. but it's important to me that you know it's the glee version

Chapter 1

[7:10pm] Jane: We just finished submitting the registration for the foundation! Still needs to be reviewed and approved, but it’s the start of setting things in motion.

[7:12pm] Lily: That is wonderful
[7:12pm] Lily: Phase 1 of our plan 😎
[7:12pm] Lily: Thank you
[7:12pm] Lily: and Yuna ❤️

[7:13pm] Jane: None needed, but mom says you’re sweet ❤️
[7:14pm] Jane: I know it was my brainchild in the first place and it’s so far from done, but I can’t believe it’s actually happening

[7:14pm] Lily: Explain brain child?

[7:15pm] Jane: Like an idea or invention that’s yours, so you call it your child

[7:17pm] Lily: I like this
[7:17pm] Lily: We are pregnant with a plan

[7:17pm] Jane: No we are not

[7:18pm] Lily: You don’t want to have my plan babies? 🙁
[7:19pm] Lily: They will be so very cute
[7:19pm] Lily: Our plans will have freckles and curly hair
[7:19pm] Lily: and they will be very very good at hockey

[7:20pm] Jane: Oh my god
[7:22pm] Jane: Why is this really doing it for me

[7:23pm] Lily: Because you want to have my plan babies 😏

[7:23pm] Jane: I wish you were here
[7:23pm] Jane: Can you FaceTime?

[7:24pm] Lily: Can do in 30?

[7:24pm] Jane: If you make it in 20 I’ll wear my glasses

[7:24pm] Lily: 🏃‍♂️💨

It starts, as many things do, in the locker room before practice.

“Thirteen seconds, Hayd.”

“Fuck you, thirteen seconds! You’re lying.”

“I’m not, I swear!”

It’s possible that Shane and Hayden have gotten slightly competitive over the New York Times Mini Crossword.

Jackie played the New York Times games religiously, and had quickly roped Hayden into the same. He inevitably started sending his scores to Shane, who after a brief bout of truly horrendous times that Hayden chirped him to hell and back for, made it his mission to destroy Hayden at the Mini each and every day.

Today, Shane sticks his phone in front of Hayden’s face, too close to see properly, until Hayden takes it from him. Sure enough, the little banner reads: Congratulations! You solved the Mini in 0:13

Hayden makes a show of poking around in the app to make sure it’s the correct day’s puzzle. “You’re such a cheater, man.”

As if Shane Hollander would ever cheat at something, even as inconsequential as a crossword puzzle.

Shane slaps at Hayden with one of his elbow pads as he starts gear up. “The proof’s right there,” he says smugly.

It’s about as close as Shane gets to smug, anyway. When Hayden pokes and prods at him with playful disbelief until he finally takes a little pride.

“Ah, he is just jealous, Hollzy,” JJ says, knocking Hayden with his elbow as he gets to his stall.

Shane is stooped over to strap on his shin guards when his phone buzzes once in Hayden’s hand.

He doesn’t mean to tap the notification.

And oh god, does he wish he could un-tap the fucking notification.

Because why the fuck has Lily, Shane’s mysterious Boston hook-up of several years (no matter how fervently he denies it), sent him a picture of a fucking sonogram.

Black and white, blurry, and undeniably baby-shaped.

And in case Hayden had any doubts, she follows it up with another text.

[9:47am] Lily: Ours ❤️

Fucking what.

JJ nudges Hayden’s shoulder and he whips his head around. He’s taking in Hayden’s slack jaw with a pinch to his brow and a sly quirk to his mouth.

He hasn’t seen the picture, but he’s seen Hayden’s reaction to it. His eyes flick to Shane, back to Hayden, and he draws a breath with a grin, preparing to make a scene about what he must assume is a silly, chirp-able text from Shane’s girl, and not sensitive fucking information that Hayden has stumbled onto entirely by accident.

JJ cannot see this text. No one can see this text. At least not until Hayden has a chance to talk to Shane.

So Hayden does the first thing he can think to do, which unfortunately, is to chuck Shane’s phone at the floor as hard as he can.

“Woah!” JJ jumps back, hands thrown up.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Shane jolts upwards.

After a beat of shock, the three of them scramble all at once for Shane’s phone. JJ puts his hand in Shane’s face to slow him down, and Hayden shoves his knee into JJ’s side.

His hand closes around it and he pulls it to his chest to hide the screen.

Hayden sneaks a glance and— Yes! The screen is totally shattered. Shot through with multi-colored streaks and busted beyond usability.

Problem solved.

“Hayden,” Shane groans and grabs the phone from him, inspecting the screen in dismay. “Why would you do that?”

Okay. New problem.

“Um,” he waffles for a moment, eyeing JJ, who is rapt for an answer as well. “I’m so sorry, man, I was– I saw a bug.”

“You saw a bug,” Shane repeats faintly.

“Yeah,” Hayden doubles down. “I thought I did, but it might have just been– uh… a speck.”

“A speck?” JJ asks.

“Of dirt. No bug.”

JJ watches him for a moment longer with narrowed eyes, sighing, “Whatever you say, Pike. A speck.”

Hayden nods at them, slowly and then more intently. Clearly, he’s convinced them.

Well.

At the very least, he’s convinced JJ not to pry any further, which is good enough for him.

“I’m so sorry, Shane. I’ll pay for a new one, I promise.” It’ll be a bonus baby shower gift, he thinks deliriously.

It’s an excruciating few minutes for Hayden while they finish dressing and he waits for a moment alone with Shane, who’s still eyeing him with a pinched look on his face as he stows his shattered phone.

And finally, finally, JJ makes his way out to the ice with a nod, and the locker room starts to clear. There’s still a rookie hanging around, glued to something on his phone, but it’s as good as it’s gonna get.

Shane starts out as well, and has to stop short when Hayden grabs the back of his jersey.

“Geez, Hayden! What is–“

“Lily sent you a picture,” he hisses.

Shane freezes. He turns to Hayden slowly, his face blank.

“A picture?”

“Mm-hm,” Hayden nods, eyes wide, trying to psychically impart directly into Shane’s brain Holy shit, you’re having a baby with your situationship. What the fuck. What the fuck.

Shane’s eye bulge. Clearly he’s gotten the message. “You saw–?”

“Oh, I saw.”

Shane flushes red an at alarming rate. He looks like he might tip over.

“Hayd, I can’t–“ Shane’s voice cracks and he huffs, glancing over to the rookie. His eyes have gone a little glassy. “I was gonna tell you eventually, I just wasn’t… It’s a lot to explain, you know? We’re still working out how to even–“ He cuts himself off with a sigh, losing the words, and presses the heels of his hands against his eyes, looking entirely overwhelmed.

Oh no. He remembers this feeling well from when he found out Jackie was having twins. The pressure, the terror. All mixed in with the excitement and love, impossible to separate.

Hayden can postpone his own freak out for the time being.

He grabs Shane by shoulders in an effort to ground him. “Hey man, it’s gonna be okay. We’ll focus on practice right now, and we can talk about it later.”

Shane nods shakily, breathing deep.

“I’m here for you,” Hayden adds, squeezing his shoulders lightly.

Shane visibly steels himself. “Practice, and then we’ll talk,” he repeats it like a promise.

Practice is a shitshow, and Shane flees the rink immediately afterward.

In retrospect, Hayden should have predicted this.

Hayden is distracted, and Shane seems equally so. Their minds are elsewhere, and their passes aren’t connecting. Coach tears them all a new one and makes them do bag skates until they drop.

Hayden doesn’t even lay eyes on Shane in the showers, so he suspects that Shane skipped it altogether just to escape quickly, which really speaks to how dire his emotional state must be.

He sits in the driver’s sit of his car, at a loss, and does what he wishes he could’ve stopped time to do the second he opened that text.

He calls Jackie.

Chapter 2: Chapter 2

Chapter Summary

Hayden and Shane have two very different conversations with each other.

Chapter Notes

JEEZ LOUISE thank you to everyone who left some love on the first chapter, it really gave me the boost I needed to get through the end of the work week and finish this up
I had a blast with it and hope to post some more (perhaps longer and plottier 😈) HR fics soon!

Anyway enjoy, and stay safe if you're somewhere getting hit with snow this weekend! ☃️

“And you what?”

“I threw his phone right at the ground, Jackie. I threw it so hard.”

Jackie does Hayden the kindness of only laughing at him for about a minute.

“Not your best work, baby,” she says once she’s pulled herself together. “Could you tell how far along she is?”

Hayden scrunches up his face as he thinks. “I only saw the picture for a few seconds, but maybe more than 3 months? It was past looking like a featureless blob, anyway.”

She hums. “And Shane seemed pretty freaked out?”

Hayden pictures his face again, startled and red. “Well, yeah. But I’m not how much of that was just because I sprung that conversation on him in the middle of the locker room. And like– I don’t want to make it about me because it’s so not, but I just– Ach.“

“Why didn’t he tell you?” Jackie finishes the thought for him, but not unkindly. Thank god for her.

“He has to know I’d want to be there for him, I’m his best friend. And not to brag, but we’re the closest thing there is to experts on having babies.” Making them, having them, raising them. Tomayto, tomahto.

“Understatement,” Jackie laughs. “He’s mentioned Lily to you before, right?”

Hayden huffs. Mentioned is a strong word. “Barely. He gave up on convincing me they weren’t hooking up every time we play in Boston, but that’s all he’s ever let on. If this wasn’t Shane we were talking about, I’d say he was being weirdly secretive about her, but you know him.”

Not to mention his aversion to any woman on earth that Hayden and Jackie have ever considered setting him up with, which Hayden has always secretly thought pointed to Shane wanting something more serious with Lily, and Lily being reluctant to commit.

”Well, I think it’s a pretty safe assumption that this wasn’t planned,” Jackie posits. ”And we might be experts on babies, but not on having one with your long distance fuck-buddy.”

A terrible thought enters Hayden’s head, despite his previous theories. “Holy shit, what if she’s baby trapping him?”

”Okay, let’s not jump to conclusions just yet. It might just be complicated, there has to be a reason they’re not official after this long.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Hayden acquiesces, but his brain is still going a mile a minute. “I just– Ugh, he deserves good things, Jacks. He’d be a good partner, a good dad.”

Jackie hums lightly in response, which he knows is Jackie-speak for You’re a sap, Hayden Pike.

“You’re not wrong,” she says. ”Do you want to go talk to him?”

Hayden sighs. He really does.

Which is how he finds himself knocking on Shane’s apartment door after a quick pit stop.

For a moment, there’s no answer. Hayden is just considering knocking again (or calling, if he hadn’t fucking smashed Shane’s phone) when the door finally opens.

Shane looks rough.

His eyes are red-rimmed, his hair sticking up in a few places as if he’s been pulling his hands through it. He’s wearing an oversized, neon orange hoodie that Hayden knows never seen before, unable to recall a time Shane has worn something so garish.

He looks up at Hayden miserably. Opens his mouth to say something, but then changes his mind and presses his lips together.

Hayden’s next move suddenly seems very obvious.

“Can I just give you a hug, Shane?”

Shane’s face clears in surprise, and after a second of silence that feels as if it goes on for hours, he gives a jerky nod and steps forward towards Hayden.

Hayden wraps him up and squeezes him tight. No hyper-masculine back slapping, or gruff clearing of his throat. He just holds on until Shane stops sniffling.

Oddly, his hoodie smells like cigarettes. He really must be going through it.

“Thanks, I really needed that,” Shane rasps as he wipes his face, stepping back to let Hayden inside. “Come in, I know you probably have questions.”

“Oh, so many questions. But I really just wanted to check on you,” Hayden says as he slips off his sneakers, leaving the pastel yellow gift bag he brought sitting beside them on the floor for now. “In all seriousness, we don’t have to talk about anything that you’re not ready to.”

Shane busies himself filling two glasses of water as Hayden perches on one of the stools at the kitchen island.

“I want to try to talk about it,” he says assuredly. “With the right people at least.”

Hayden’s chest warms with the thought that Shane thinks he is one of the right people. He wants to live up to the title. “Wherever you want to start man, no pressure.”

Shane sighs, staring into his glass as he considers. “Well, we didn’t plan on it. We were just casual for a long time. Years.”

Unplanned, Hayden notes. He’s not sure if he means the baby or the relationship. Maybe both?

“When did you two first start seeing each other?” Hayden can’t help but ask.

Shane’s mouth quirks upwards at the corners as he flushes. “Summer before our rookie year.”

“Jeez, since–! Sorry, keep going, keep going, man,” Hayden claps a hand over his mouth as Shane fights an exasperated grin.

“The distance always made it hard in the first place,” he continues. “Not to mention all the travel, and how it would look to other people. I was really scared, I still am.

“But then this past year, after Rose and I broke up, I started thinking about what I really wanted. What I think I’ve wanted this whole time, and how long it’s been right in front of me, but we wouldn’t let ourselves look at it. We’re finally planning for a future that I had never let myself consider, I didn’t even think it was possible.”

Hayden can’t help but smile. Shane really loves this girl. “You’re really happy, then? Both of you?”

Shane’s shy smile grows into a full grin. “Yeah, we are.”

Hayden can’t help but return it as he claps Shane on the shoulder, shaking him playfully. “Congratulations, man. Really, this is awesome.”

Shane’s face scrunches up a little at that, like he’s a little confused. Did he really think that Hayden wouldn’t want to be there for him? For his child?

“You know, you’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would,” Shane says.

Hayden tries not to be hurt by that, he supposes he can see where Shane’s coming from. “I mean, if I’m honest you’re one of the last guys I would’ve seen this coming for,” he allows.

“Really?” Shane’s smile dims a little. “My parents actually said they always thought it was a possibility.”

“Oh! Huh, that’s– Hm.” Damn. He can’t be the only one who’d think that’s an odd thing for any parents to say about their son, let alone the Hollanders. Hayden guesses they know Shane better than him, but… Very little about Shane gives horndog who will inevitably knock someone up out of wedlock. Rozanov would probably be Hayden’s first bet for pro hockey players with secret love children.

Perhaps that two of them have more in common than people think.

Unsure of what else to say to that, Hayden pivots hard. “So, are guys planning on getting married?”

Shane, having taken a sip of his water, chokes and starts to cough. “Woah, I mean–“ he rasps, and clear his throat with an awkward laugh. “It’s not something we’ve talked about, at least not in so many words, but I’d like to think… Well, that’s probably a conversation we should have as partners before I have it with you,” he decides on, but he looks shyly hopeful.

“Fair! Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.” Hayden might not be the poster boy for realistic relationship timelines, he realizes, married at twenty-one after a few months of dating. “Just because Jacks and I took the fast track doesn’t mean you have to.”

“Glacial is probably a more accurate description for the pace we took things. At least in terms of actually talking about all this, we– uh, we jumped into bed together pretty quickly, to be honest.”

“Damn, Hollander!” Hayden crows and Shane rolls his eyes, smirking. Maybe there is another side to him that Hayden’s never seen.

“Speaking of Jackie…” Shane trails off, looking at him knowingly, and Hayden folds like a cheap suit.

“Okay, I called and told her pretty much immediately, but I was freaking the fuck out, dude. If not for her I’d probably have convinced myself the whole thing was blackmail,” he says it with a chuckle, but Shane’s brow furrows.

“Blackmail? Blackmail how?” He asks, incredulous.

“Like, if you were being extorted or something to stay involved. I wouldn’t put it past someone in that situation to hold that over you,” Hayden explains. He shuts himself up pretty quick as Shane’s face goes colder, even a little hurt.

“You actually thought–?“

“I was catastrophizing, more than anything else,” Hayden hurries to add. “Sorry, that was kind of fucked up to say.” God, no wonder Shane hadn’t told him. He’s pressuring Shane to propose, and then accusing Lily of extortion in the same breath.

Shane sighs unhappily. “I guess I can see where you’re coming from, but that could not be further from the truth.”

“That's pretty obvious to me now,” Hayden promises. He really hopes Shane doesn’t pass that along to Lily, he wants to make a good first impression on the love of his best friend’s life. Maybe he should find out where he can send her a gift basket or something–“Oh! I got you something, by the way!”

Shane catches him by the arm before he can make to grab the little yellow bag by the door. “It’s not a new phone, is it?”

“No,” Hayden laughs. “I figured you’d want to pick one out yourself, but you have to promise to let me know how much I owe you.”

“Oh, I will,” Shane swears.

“I still can’t believe I did that,” Hayden says, burying in face in his hands with a groan.

When he looks up, Shane’s mouth is twisting into a sly grin, like he’s thought of a good chirp, but needs a second to convince himself to say it out loud. Historically, it’s always worth it to give him a second.

“You know, I have to ask,” he finally says. “You saw Rozanov’s dick and your first impulse was to destroy my phone?”

What.

Hayden blue screens for a moment, entirely unsure how they got from Point A to Point B. Is it possible he just had a stroke? It is possible that Shane is the one having a stroke? He tries to remember if that’s the one you’re meant to take a baby aspirin for while you wait for the ambulance.

He’s not sure what his face is doing, but Shane’s grin starts to slip. “Hayden?”

The first question Hayden manages to say out loud is, “What does Rozanov have to do with this?”

Shane’s eyes go wide, jaw working wordlessly. “You didn’t even– Oh my god, I should’ve… What the fuck?” He shoves his hands into his hair, staring at the counter, unseeing and pale.

“Didn’t even what? Shane, I’m lost, bud.”

Shane takes a few deep breaths and then screws up his face that same way does right before a Hail Mary play at the end of a game they’re losing, turning to face Hayden head on.

“Lily is Ilya Rozanov,” he says very slowly.

The words are out of Hayden’s mouth before he has time to register what he’s saying. “You got Ilya Rozanov pregnant?”

“I– what?!” For a split second, Shane actually looks panicked. And then, utterly baffled.

Wait.

Shane blinks a few times, grabbing Hayden by the shoulders, jaw still slack.

“Hayden. What exactly did you see on my phone?”

“I saw that Lily sent you a sonogram! That you’re having a baby!”

Shane’s face goes entirely blank. “Oh my god, I’m gonna fucking kill him.”

The wheels turn in Hayden’s head for a moment longer.

“Are you dating Ilya fucking Rozanov?”

Shane throws his hands up, pivots on his heel and goes to the fridge, pulling out two beers. “I should’ve known you were taking this too well.”

Hold on.

Hayden thinks back to the moment he got to Shane’s apartment and the entire conversation that followed. Shane answering the door panicked and teary; his assurances that even though he’s scared, he is so damn happy. That he sees a future with Lily. Well, with Ilya.

Shane was coming out to him.

It’s Hayden’s turn to grab Shane by the shoulders, who meets his eyes miserably. He still wants to be one of the right people.

“Okay, so we have been having two very different conversations. To be one-hundred percent clear: You are not, to your knowledge, having a baby?”

Shane shakes his head.

“Boston Lily has been Rozanov the whole time?”

Shane’s jaw tightens, his eyes going a little glassy, but he nods.

“And you two are together? You’re happy?”

“Yeah, Hayd,” Shane’s voice cracks down the middle, but he gives a wobbly smile. “We’re really happy.”

Okay.

Hayden can work with that. He nods slowly and gets started on mentally rearranging his worldview.

But first things first, he crushes his best friend into a hug.

Shane holds on just as tight, laughing tearfully.

“I’m really proud of you, Shane. I’m sorry I didn’t make it any easier.”

“I guess, in a way, you did. I was so sure it was a dick pic, I can’t believe it was a fucking sonogram,” Shane grouses into Hayden’s shoulder.

“Wait, yeah,” Hayden pulls back, suddenly very curious. “Why the fuck would he send you a sonogram?”

The look on Shane’s face is exasperated, but so, so fond. “We have a plan, to try to change the narrative about our rivalry, and hopefully make it easier for us to come out eventually. Recently, we started calling the plan our baby, and Ilya’s really been running with it. I’m sure he just pulled that picture off the internet.”

”Oh,” Hayden snorts, shaking his head. He remembers Rozanov at the All-Star Games over the years, always setting aside time to entertain the handful of kids dragged along, and he can’t help but ask, “Do you think you guys’ll actually have kids eventually? Or adopt, I guess?”

“Hayden!”

“Sorry, I’ve got it on the brain now! You’d be good at it! Oh, that reminds me–“ He finally goes and grabs the gift bag. “Not the most fitting gifts anymore, but they’re still yours if you want them.”

He places it on the island with a flourish, and Shane peeks inside warily, pulling out the contents.

It’s a soft, brown teddy-bear wearing a tiny hockey jersey, and a small book titled, 'Hi Hungry, I’m Dad! 300 Dad Jokes for Every Occasion.’

“Just to get you started,” Hayden explains as Shane tucks the bear under his arm and starts to flip through the book, stopping on one page with a laugh.

“Why shouldn’t you play hockey in the jungle?” he reads.

Hayden considers. “Because the ice will melt?”

“No, too many cheetahs.”

“Oh my god, that’s so bad.”

[6:33pm] Unknown number: Hayden Pike

[6:40pm] Hayden: Who is this?

[6:41pm] Unknown number: Singing in the shower is fun
[6:41pm] Unknown number: Until you get soap in your mouth 😝

[6:44pm] Hayden: What the fuck?

[6:45pm] Unknown number: Then it’s a soap opera

[6:46pm] Hayden: What???

[6:46pm] Unknown number: I like this book Hayden Pike
[6:47pm] Unknown number: You are better at picking books than you are at scoring goals

[6:51pm] Hayden: Is this fucking Rozanov?

[6:52pm] Unknown number: 🏒🤪❤️‍🔥👶

Contact saved: Shane’s Lily

Chapter End Notes

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