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“I love you,” Ilya said. “I love you too.” Ilya nodded. “Remember that when I am being a dick to you out there.” Shane grinned and kissed him again. “Don’t worry, I’m used to it.”
I’m so fucking proud of you, Ilya. I’m...proud to be with you. I want you to know that, even if we keep it a secret, I’m proud to be with you.”
Ilya hadn’t been kidding about wanting to marry him. And not for citizenship, of course. He wanted to be Shane’s husband, and to live together, and maybe even raise children together. Not as many children as Hayden had, but, like, a reasonable number.
“Stop doing that,” he hissed. “Doing what?” Ilya asked innocently. “You’re intentionally bothering Hayden.” “Am not. I have not even asked his wife what she sees in him! I am being very good.”
Ilya Rozanov and his boyfriend, Shane Hollander. Ilya liked the sound of it. The idea of hockey commentators saying those words. Ilya Rozanov and his husband, Shane Hollander. Oooh. Better. Hollander passes the puck to his sexy husband, Ilya Rozanov... Okay. Maybe Ilya had gone a little heavy on the wine himself tonight.
Jesus. Ilya needed to buy a thank-you gift for Shane’s yoga instructor.

