i love baby oliverrrrrrr can we pls get more skip as parents so cute!!!!!!! maybe they meet the hollanov children. or whatever else you feel like writing just please give us more baby oliver i love him
maybe i am in my skip (and hollanov) as dads era? loving it rn. CW: implied mpreg
send me prompts for the gc couples outside of hollanov, let's give them some love <3
"Da, zaychik," Ilya said for the hundredth time. Emilija pulled a delighted face, squatting down to be closer to baby Oliver on his blanket, and cooed at him. Oliver watched her with big, green-blue eyes, fascinated.
"Crazy that they're only a year apart," Kip commented, watching their kids. "So much happens in the first three years."
"I still remember when Emmy was this small," Shane said. Emilija looked at him with big blue eyes.
"Yes, when you were a baby." Shane did the baby sign language sign for baby. Kip shot Scott a look. Should we be doing that? Scott looked back at him like he wanted to say, No fucking clue.
To be honest, meeting with Shane and Ilya was a bit scary, now. True to their character, they had thrown themselves into parenthood like crazy. Shane had told Kip about their schedule and all the girls' activities once, and it had made Kip's head swim. Baby music class, baby ballet class, baby piano class. On top of it, they were, evidently, doing something right because the girls were wonderful.
"Is he rolling over already?" Shane asked.
"Not yet," Scott answered, reaching down to Oliver to pull up his sock. "The pediatrician says it's fine."
"Emilija rolled over at four months," Shane said, slightly unprompted and a little smugly if Kip was being honest.
"Malysh," Ilya said, reaching out to put his hand on Shane's knee; something unspoken passing between them. "Anastasia did not do it until she was almost six months old," he told them, and Kip felt something inside his chest ease up.
Their older daughter was unbothered, with her noise-cancelling headphones and her coloring book.
"Did you do anything about it?" Kip asked.
Ilya gave Shane an amused smile; Shane blushed slightly. "Shane put her into baby boot camp."
"That's not true!" Shane protested with a slight smile, "We just did some intense training."
Scott laughed. "Did it help?"
Shane scrunched up his nose. "I like to pretend it did. But neurodivergent children can take longer to reach milestones, so."
"Papa, baby!" Emilija did a little toddler dance around Oliver, which made him laugh, which made them all coo and laugh in turn. Crazy how quickly having children made you this easily entertained.
Ilya grabbed their daughter, pulling her in and blowing a raspberry against her cheek which made her giggle and squeal. It was always nice to see him with his kids; Kip had always known the scary russian thing was only a facade. The facade had crumbled once the world saw how he acted around Shane, and now that they had their daughters, it was completely gone. Ilya asked her something in Russian, and she pulled a face which made her look so much like Shane that it was crazy.
Ollie let out a little unhappy noise, and before Kip could even move, Scott had already scooped him up into his lap. Once he spotted Emilija again, his frown turned into a smile. "Oh, do you like your new friend?" Scott asked him, bouncing him slightly.
He squealed, and reached out for her.
Emilija was still in Ilya's arms but trying to wiggle free; Ilya still talking to her in insistant Russian. Next to them, Shane sighed. Kip watched the whole exchange; now that they were parents themselves, it was endlessly fascinating how others did it.
"She won't," Shane told Ilya, who looked up at him. He let Emilija go, and she scrambled towards Shane and into his arms, climbing his lap, tugging on his shirt. "We've been trying to get her to only eat solids during the day, but she only wants one thing," he told them, pointing to Emilija, who was trying to undo the top button of Shane's shirt. "Baby stop, you can have some watermelon-" Emilija let out an unhappy noise.
Somehow, it was a little satisfying to know not everything went perfectly smooth for the Hollander-Rozanovs in parenting land, either.
"Your baby is very cute," a small voice said beside Scott. Anastasia had taken her headphones off, and was now politely smiling at Oliver. She was a bit like a little grown-up sometimes.
"Thank you," Scott told her. "Do you know I held you when you were this small?"
She smiled, not meeting his eyes. "Now I'm big."
"Indeed you are," Scott said, turning Oliver to face her. Her smile widened when she saw him, and she reached out, very gently running her palm over the soft silk-and-cotton material of his onesie. Oliver gurgled, kicking his feet.
Ilya, who was currently helping Shane to wrestle a screaming Emilija off of him, looked at her. "Hm?"
"Can we have another one of these?" she asked, pointing at Oliver. "He's much cuter than Emmy."
Kip tried not to laugh; he could feel Scott trying to do the same. Ilya scoffed. "Emmy was this small, too. But babies grow."
"Ugh," Anastasia said with a trademark Rozanov eyeroll, and went back to coloring.
"Wow, just like you," Kip smirked at Ilya, who gave him a grin and a nod.
Shane, meanwhile, had given up. Emilija had crawled up under his shirt, her head covered by the linen material as Shane held her in his lap, looking slightly exhausted while patting her bum as she fed.
"Anastasia just asked for another baby," Ilya informed him. Shane gave him a serious look.
"Aw, why not, solnyshko." Ilya reached out, stroking Shane's arm. Shane pulled away, giving him an exhausted look.
"See, I'm not the only one doing that," Scott told Kip with a smirk.
"I only just pushed out this one, let's calm the F down," Kip replied with a huff.
"Easy to ask for another one when you aren't the one who has to do that," Shane agreed, giving Kip a nod.
"Daddy?" Emilija's tiny voice asked from inside Shane's shirt, "Baby?"
"No," Shane told her firmly, pulling her head back towards his chest.
