Summary:

“I got a name.” Ilya threw him a look, “Me too. Ilya.” That earned him a smack to the head. “For the baby,” Shane said, voice irritated, even if still very sleepy. His hand began petting down on Ilya's hair, as if in apology, fingers going through his curls. Ilya smiled and settled back against the bump. He mumbled close to it, “That is bad news for you.” --- Or, Shane has naming rights from carrying the baby. Ilya doesn't really mind (as long as it's a good name!)