Shane is spoiled. He knows that, his parents know that, his teachers, teammates, coaches, etc. Heâs not blind to it. He would try in highschool but he couldnât bring himself to care about algebra when his backhand needed work and he was preparing for international championships. Since he was first scouted for top youth teams at 10 and he started his first development camp, he knew he was headed to the NHL. His teachers had no problem passing papers that shouldnât have passed, or folding to the weight of his motherâs emails when she demanded his homework be excused. Ms. Hammerson used to say, just remember little old us when youâre famous, dear and stamp an A on his lackluster book report. Heâs an only child, an athletic prodigy, and the only grandchild on both sides of his family. Since he was 18, heâs been rich. Even before that, his family was comfortably middle class. Heâs had twice weekly house cleaners, private nutritionists, prep chefs, personal trainors, agents, personal shoppers, stylists, wealth managers, accountants, his mother acting as conductor to everything, and so many more advantages. Heâs used to hearing whatever you need, Shane. Donât worry about it, Shane. Focus on the game, Shane, donât worry about this. So yes, Shane is very spoiled. No is not a word he hears very often.Â
They were sitting on his parentâs couch towards the end of their first summer in the cottage. Yuna and David were cooking and Shane was in the middle of watching a hockey game before Ilya, after a sideways glance, plucked up the remote and switched channels.Â
Shane blinks. âGive me the remote, Ilya.âÂ
âHm,â Ilya said, who is just as spoiled, but did grow up with an older brother. âNope.âÂ
âI was watching that game.â
âIs old recording,â Ilya said, flipping through channels without looking over. âIt is my turn now.â
âYour turn?â Shane said. âThis is my parentâs house. Give it.â
âYour parents house, my turn.â
Shane made to grab the remote and then Ilya did the unthinkable.Â
He yanked his hand up, away from Shane. âGo away, Hollander, Iâm watching Ancient Aliens."
Thatâs when Shane reached again and Ilya - Ilya flicked him.Â
âYou - you!â And Shane pounced.Â
âGive me the remote!âÂ
âYouâre being a child!â
âYou are not respecting turns!âÂ
The wrestled - Ilya only had one hand to fight with since the other was holding the remote far away from Shaneâs grabby hands. Of course, neither one was using their full strength and Shaneâs playful smile betrayed his actions. At one point, he tucked the remote under his chest and curled around it, but that led to Shane rolling them both off the couch. Now on the rug, Shane had just put hands on the edge of the remote when they heard a sharp -Â
They both whipped their heads around to see a wide-eyed Yuna taking in the messed up couch, blankets strewn around, cushions everywhere, her son and his boyfriend tangled together on the rug, Shane's fingers brushing the remote Ilya was holding away from him.
Ilya, having more experience, immediately took the opportunity. âYuna! Shane is not letting me have turn.âÂ
âShane,â her eyes zeroed in on Shane and narrowed. âIlya is our guest.â
âBut! Ilya isnât a guest, heâs my boyfriend.â
âAnd heâs my guest. Honestly, you two.âÂ
âI will clean pillows, Yuna,â Illya suggested sweetly.Â
âIt would be nice for you to offer to clean sometimes, Shane,â Yuna uncrossed her arms.Â
âYeah, Shane,â Illya smirked and it filled Shane with an unreasonable amount of rage.Â
âDinner is almost ready,â Yuna said. âShane, come help me.â
Yuna turned to go back into the kitchen, catching her husbandâs amused glance.Â
As Shane trudged into the kitchen, David told Yuna, âwe always wondered what two would be like.â
âMh,â Yuna said quietly as David wrapped an arm around her. âI havenât seen Shane play like that for a long time.âÂ