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It was a chilly Thursday morning at the end of March, and Wyatt Hayes was panicking. He clutched his coffee cup in his shivering hand as he listened to his sneakers slam against the concrete as he hastily walked back to his house. The house he shared with Ilya and Troy. After overhearing how Ilya’s boyfriend plans to fucking baby trap him.
It was an accident! He swears it! Neither Shane nor Wyatt recognized the other while they were there, and Wyatt just happened to grab a booth behind Shane and his best friend, Rose. When he grasped what the two were discussing, he couldn’t help but sit there in shock and eavesdrop. Wyatt waited for the conversation to change topics before he quickly stood up from his booth, coffee in hand, his beanie doing its job of covering his face and hair, and got the hell out of there.
Ilya was one of Wyatt’s closest friends, and he knew how obsessed he was with Shane. Not that the feelings weren’t mutual (clearly), but this? This seemed extreme. A baby? One that Ilya was going to be tricked into conceiving no less? Wyatt couldn’t stand for that. It’s manipulative! If Shane actually loved Ilya, why would he put him through that? He had to tell Ilya. He was praying that Ilya wasn’t awake yet. He needed to prepare to break Ilya’s heart, basically. How was he supposed to tell him that Shane isn’t who he presents himself to be?
Ilya fucking loved Shane. He knew the two had been messing around since freshman year, and they finally made it official about 6 months ago. He’s never seen Ilya in such a state of bliss. Granted, this was just his previous behavior towards Shane turned up to 100. The pet names, the gifts, no more cigarettes, they barely saw him, and when they did, it’s always for one day MAX, learning how to cook purely so he could find another avenue to fight for Shane’s approval, overall, Ilya was head over fucking heels for this man. So, as Wyatt made it to their front door, he took a deep breath, ignoring the sound of his heart pounding through his ears, and prayed that neither boy was awake yet.
Luck was not on his side this morning.
Wyatt enters the house and sees both Ilya and Troy lounging on the couch, watching whatever movie was playing that morning. He cursed loudly in his head as both men turned their heads to look at him.
Wyatt could tell that Troy was about to tease him, but clearly, Wyatt couldn’t keep his emotions in check because Troy’s expression morphed into one of concern.
“Dude, are you okay?” Troy asked as Ilya sat up beside him, “You have flu or something, Hayes?” Ilya followed up as Wyatt didn’t speak or move for an entire minute, letting his eyes dart between the two.
‘Um…” Wyatt finally started, “So I uh…I wanna preface this by saying I found out this information by accident because I have no idea why they were discussing this in public.” He went to set his semi-crushed coffee cup on the coffee table and sat between the two men.
Troy furrowed his eyebrows at Wyatt’s disclaimer, “You’re freaking me out,” as Wyatt turned to him and said, “Actually, this has nothing to do with you, but you’re here anyway.” Wyatt turned his body to face Ilya. “It has everything to do with you.”
Ilya’s eyebrows shot up his forehead as his eyes widened with them, “That’s….disturbing? You walk in here looking like you saw a fucking monster, so what is it?”
Wyatt took a deep breath and started to explain, “So, I’m getting my coffee right? I sit for a bit to procrastinate going back into the cold, and I’m not sure how I didn’t notice him, but I recognized Shane and Rose’s voices.” Ilya nodded slowly, his attention peaking at the mention of Shane’s name. “And I hear them…discussing something.” his voice started to waver as he looked at Ilya nervously. The Russian let his eyes squint slightly as he asked, “Discussing what?”
Wyatt swallowed, ran his sweaty palms over his thighs, “Shane wants to baby trap you,” he rushed out. Ilya flinched at Wyatt’s words, “What?!” Wyatt sprang up from the couch and started wringing his hands and pacing in front of them. “He wants to trick you into having a baby! He already stopped taking his birth control, and he was going to mess with your condoms. It’s manipulative and evil!”
Ilya stared at Wyatt for a few seconds before shouting, “What?! What the fuck are you talking about? And watch your mouth! Shane isn’t evil. Shane is smart, beautiful, and strategic. Know your place, Hayes!” he crossed his arms as the man standing in front of him threw his hands up in surrender. “Okay! Wrong choice of words! It’s still manipulative as fuck, dude!”
Ilya crossed his arms. “Why would he do that?” Wyatt shrugged, “He wants you guys to be tethered forever. He knows you’d never just abandon your child, especially a child with him. It’s a guarantee that you will be in his life forever. He thinks no one else is good enough for you and sees this as a head start to forever. I still think it’s fucked up that he won’t even give you the choice.” Wyatt braced for Ilya’s reaction as he watched the Russian stare at him, processing the man’s explanation.
Then, slowly, a wide smile took over Ilya’s face. “Shane thinks I’m worthy,” he said as Wyatt and Troy both looked at him, confused. “Bro, what?!” Troy exclaimed as Ilya continued, “My silly boy, he could’ve just asked me, but I know he probably got nervous and his pretty little head got loud. He wants to be with me forever,” he said with such fondness that had the other men in the room looking at him like he had two heads. “And see? My Shane is always right. No one else is good enough for me. It's Shane or I die alone. No one else could ever take care of me like he can,” he said as he stood up. “What? You think I feel like this would ruin my life?”
Wyatt stared at Ilya as his mouth opened and closed a few times before he said, “I mean…yeah?! Most people hear they’re being trapped into having a baby and run for the hills,” Ilya shrugged. “Then those people are weak, and they don’t have my Shane, so it’s understandable,” he walked past Wyatt to grab the hoodie that was draped over one of the dining room chairs and tugged it over his head. “Where are you going?” Troy asked him. Ilya pulled his head through the sweater and smiled, “My Shane wants baby, right? Then I'll give him baby.” he went over to grab his shoes as Wyatt let out a heavy sigh, and Troy’s jaw dropped. “Of course. Of fucking course this fucking freak would be into it. God, you guys are so annoying about each other.” Wyatt groaned, Ilya cooed, and went over to pinch Wyatt’s cheek. “Don’t be jealous, we’ll find you nice girl eventually,” he teased as Troy spoke up, “Ilya, don’t you think this is an insanely rash decision? A baby is no fucking joke, man!” Ilya shrugged, “Well, my baby wants one. And I live to please him.”Ilya stated confidently as Wyatt stared at him. “Okay, but don’t you find it at least a little bit insane that he was going to just…do that?” Ilya thought about it for a few seconds before saying “No.” Then he grabbed his phone and left the house.
Ilya’s inner mantra was always ‘Whatever Shane wants, Shane gets’, and Ilya hasn’t failed at that yet. And he won’t stop now. He knows his sweetheart gets shy when asking for what he wants. And asking for a baby is no easy task, so Ilya was confident that Shane created this plan just to avoid asking, not because Ilya wouldn’t be on board. Ilya was highly aware that he and Shane could be insanely codependent. Some people call it unhealthy; they call it doing whatever the hell they want because they love each other.
Shane lived 5 minutes away from Ilya, and if Wyatt saw him at the coffee shop with Rose, that means he should be on his way home or already there. Ilya had Shane’s schedule down to a T, and he’d never say it, but when that schedule changes, Ilya never takes it well because why are you making him look incompetent? And not knowing that his Котёнок kitten wanted a baby was fucking with his head. Surely he would have noticed this?
Ilya finally made it to Shane’s apartment and looked at the sliver of living room light shining from the bottom of the door. Ilya grinned maniacally. Shane was home! Ilya quickly knocked on the door and waited for Shane to open it.
If Shane wanted a baby, Ilya would give him a fucking baby.