Summary:

“A baby.” Shane breathed out. “Can you believe it?” “Yes, I can,” Ilya said, voice croaky and muffled against Shane’s chest. “We have a lot of sex.” “Asshole.” Shane swatted him and Ilya finally drew back, meeting his husband's smile with one of his own. “So that food poisoning you had last month.” Ilya considered. “Not food poisoning I guess.” “That means we can add Al’s Sushi back into our rotation! Their spicy Salmon roll is so fucking good.” Ilya asked, his mouth practically watering. “Ahh, probably not any time soon, and I'd really love to not talk about raw fish right this second if that’s okay.” Shane’s eyes drifted down to his abdomen, a flash of queasiness crossing his face. Ilya let his hands fall to Shane’s belly, spreading them wide across the warm skin. “A baby.” He murmured and Shane sighed into him. “God I love you so much.” or Shane and Ilya attend All Stars weekend, fully intent on just enjoy versing each other for the first time in years, only to leave with much more than broken records and the chance to revisit their old rivalry.