Summary:

“Okay, one last thing. Have you decided on a name?” Shane and Ilya glance at each other before turning their attention down to their daughter. It was like the rest of the world had collapsed around this baby girl–and both of them knew after this moment they would be ruined for the rest of their lives. “Milana.” Shane says, “Milana Irina Hollander-Rozanov.” or an incredibly indulgent fic on Hollanov as girl dads