Summary:

“You all good, Hollander?” Wiebe asks, startling him as he turns his head to see their coach standing beside the bench. “Fine, coach,” he huffs out his reply, a little embarrassed at how out of breath he is. “Just taking a quick break.” “You know, you can sit out practice?” “I know, you’ve been telling me for months.” “Well, you’re gettin’ there, kid. That baby looks about ready to score a hat trick. I’m thinking you should probably start taking it easy. When’s your due date again?” Shane’s eyes darken, lips thinning. “Not until next week.” “Next week?” Wiebe looks surprised by this. “What the hell are you even still doing here, Hollander?” --shane gives birth to his and ilya's first baby at the cottage---