Summary:

“You okay, Hollander?” Ilya’s voice cuts through the pain. Shane tilts his head upwards, catching Ilya’s gaze. His facial expression is his hockey default, stoic and frozen. His eyes tell a different story. Their pale blue color looks less like ice and more like the ocean, waves of concern betraying his cool demeanor. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Or, Shane didn't know he was pregnant... until he's in labor.