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.

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