Summary:

Ilya gripped the envelope tighter. “The MVP,” he began slowly, still staring directly at Shane, “is…” Another pain slammed into Shane so hard his vision whited out. “…Shane Hollander.” The room exploded with cheers and applause . People rising to their feet. Shane barely heard any of it. His father hugged him first. Then Yuna. “Sweetheart,” she whispered against his ear, “you don’t look well. I don’t think you should be going up there alone..” He couldn’t answer. He stood carefully. Ignoring the concerned look both of his parents threw his way. The pressure between his hips was unbearable now. Every step toward the stage felt wrong. Painful. Wet. Why was it wet? Or Shane goes into labor at the NHL awards with a son they didn’t even know existed.