Summary:

“Ilya?”

Ilya is splayed out on the floor, legs turned one way, and his body turned in the complete opposite direction. Zara’s body is perched over the edge of the bed, hands clutching the mattress as her tear-filled eyes stare down at her Papa,

Ilya’s right hand massages the side of his head as he slowly turns and blinks at Shane standing in the doorway.

“‘ello moya lyubov.”

“What happened?”

“Is it not obvious? I fell off the bed.”

 

OR:

Shane is woken up by a loud thud and fears their daughter has fallen off her new toddler bed. It turns out it was actually Ilya.