Shane signs autographs as S. Hollander. He signs legal documents as Shane R. Hollander. The Centaurs get to watch him sign contracts on his first official day with the team and realize that nobody knew he had a middle name. Guessing what it is becomes the teamâs favorite pastime.
Chaos, of course, ensues.
âReally Good At Hockey,â Wyatt theorizes jokingly. âBecause Mama and Papa Hollander knew the power they created.â
âIâm going with Ridiculously Talented,â Luca pipes up. âBecause heâs good at pretty much everything.â
âDown, fanboy,â Bood teases, grinning when the rookie squawks indignantly. âIâd put money on Robin. Shane seems like a Robin.â
Shane crosses his arms and sighsâamused, but just a little frustrated.
âGuys,â he grouses over the arguing. âI can just tell you. Itâs Rââ
Shane goes wide-eyed and holds his hands up in mock surrender. âOkay then. Guessingâs more fun, got it. But you only have until Ilya comes back.â
Ilya chooses that moment to return to the locker room, dressed for a pre-planned date night and holding a bouquet of flowers almost as big as he is.
âShane, our reservation is in 45 minutes,â he sing-songs behind a sea of red and white roses. âAnd we will need at least 10 minutes to strap your flowers into the back seat. If a single one is ruined before we take pictures tonight, I will light things on fire. Sexily, but still.â
The teamâs arguing over Shaneâs middle name briefly turns into ooohâs and awwwâs. Shane absolutely does not go all gooey-eyed at the flowers. Ilya absolutely does not blush in response.
âNope,â Troy calls out over the rest of the guys. âNobody leaves until we figure this shit out.â
Wyatt nods along. âMatters of great importance, Cap. You understand.â
Ilyaâs expression goes from lovesick to thunderous in milliseconds.
âI planned this date for weeks,â he hisses. âWeeks, you fuckingââ
âCap,â Luca interjects, tone serious. âWe need to figure out Shaneâs middle name.â
Ilya takes a beat and then, much to Shaneâs chagrin, takes a seat on the bench next to him.
âYou put me in a difficult position, boys, but I can give you 5 minutes. Work quickly.â
Shane rolls his eyes and silently accepts the flowers as his husband passes them (more like heaves them; Jesus, this is a shitload of flowers) his way.
âCan I at least give a hint? Otherwise, weâll be here forever.â
Dykstra throws out Robert. LaPointe thinks itâs Randall. Harris, who promised he wouldnât get involved, picks Rick.
Ilya chuckles as Shane rolls his eyes again. In the middle of his eye-roll, though, he notices that Ilyaâs got 4 fingers up. Then 3. Then 2. And just as he counts down to 1, Ilya winks, grabs Shaneâs hand, and shouts over the debate.
âItâs Ren! Itâs Japanese for âloveâ!â
The couple cackle uncontrollably as they make a run for it, pointedly ignoring the socks, balled up papers, and booâs thrown their way.
âOh my god,â Bood groans. âHis name literally means âloveâ and heâs playing on the same team as his husband. He spends his workdays with Cap making heart eyes at him. This is the greed they talk about in the Bible!â