Summary:

“I want a baby” Shane confessed, voice trembling, Ilya’s eyebrows scrunched together, and Shane’s omega, so sensitive from being bared open, completely raw, took that as rejection. Shane started to sob, uncontrollable tears flooding his vision as he was engulfed in Ilya’s scent, burning softly like cedarwood. Ilya pulled back, stroking Shane’s teary freckles, “Of course, we can my love” he said, “We can look at the options. There is surrogacy; however, is not very ethical. There is adoption-” “No” Shane whispered, “I want your baby. I wanna have your pups.” Or Shane really wants to have Ilya's baby. He's also really horny.