Summary:

“Lyubimiy, do you want me to push the seat ba—?” “JUST FUCKING DRIVE, ILYA!” Shane shouted, effectively cutting him off with a roar as he fumbled for the handle along the Cherokees’ ceiling. OR: Babies are unpredictable. Especially those whose other father happens to be one, Ilya Hollander-Rozanov, the king of all wild cards. (And apparently the jack of all trades, midwifery now included.) Thank god Jeeps are made to Do Anything ®. +Now with art! (and an announcement)