Summary:

Ilya never would have imagined being in this situation a year ago, driving toward a nearby 24-hour diner at 2 a.m. to get Shane a milkshake of all things, even less so being so happy about it, yet here he is. Given the time of night, the little restaurant is almost empty, and Ilya is quickly served by a lovely older lady who gives him a knowing smile when he puts in his to-go order. “Pregnant partner at home?” “Yes,” Ilya confirms, as if the huge smile on his face hadn’t already given him away. “First middle of the night craving.” “Well, better get you on your way quickly then.” (or snapshots of different ways Ilya takes care of Shane during his first pregnancy.)