There are a couple but I wish there were more fics of Scott & Kip becoming parents. Can we get a little something portraying them as dads? I hc that when Scott & Kip do welcome a baby, Shane will go out of his way and send the couple a personalized baby gift (because that's what Shane does and also, he respects Scott a lot) and Ilya's all like "Really, Shane? Must you?? Send them both bibs, the grandpa will probably fall asleep before the baby does", in jk mode of course LOL
i love them so much but I, too, am kind of 50/50 on them having kids at all. sometimes i like it, sometimes i don't. but i DO really enjoy writing them as older parents :) thank you for the prompt!!! <3
send me prompts for non-hollanov gc couples :)
"Shane and Rozanov sent us a gift," Scott says from the kitchen counter.
"Oh?" Kip glances over his shoulder, which is currently adorned with a burp cloth and Oliver's little head, which Kip is cradling gently in his palm. "Open it."
Scott grabs scissors from the kitchen drawer, carefully cutting the package open. Inside the cardboard box is a layer of high-quality, shimmery silk paper which Scott peels back to find a hand-written card.
He picks it up, reading aloud to Kip (and Oliver).
"Dear Scott & Kip, congratulations on the birth of your first baby Oliver Benjamin Hunter-Grady." Scott gives his husband and baby a soft smile; Kip smiles back, kissing Ollie's little head. "Bringing a new life into this world is an undescribable feeling - we should know, we've done it twice - smiley face." Scott scoffs. "Show-offs."
Kip rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Keep reading."
"We hope you find this gift from us useful when the sleeplessness and the stress of having a newborn plague you. This model is tried, tested and baby-approved. We sincerely wish you all the best for this new and exciting phase of your life and are looking forward to meeting little Oliver in the future. Love, Shane and Ilya with Anastasia, Emilija and Anya."
"That's so sweet," Kip sighs softly.
"Yes, and not a single dig at my age," Scott grins, carefully setting the card aside. Under it, he finds a beautifully wrapped bundle of cloth in blue and brown. When he lifts it up, it reveals itself to be a baby carrier.
Kip gasps, loud enough to startle Oliver. He quickly soothes him again, rocking him back and forth with wide eyes. "This the baby carrier I told you about!" he hisses, trying to keep calm in his excitement.
"The one which is made from, like, one single alpaca in the Bolivian mountains who gets daily deep conditioning treatments?" Scott asks. He runs his hand over the carrier; it IS very soft.
"It's four thousand fucking dollars!" Kip whispers.
"Oh, wow." Scott rubs it against his cheek; okay, it's very, very soft. "It even has Oliver's name embroidered on it."
"Gosh, this is so cute and thoughtful." Kip approaches, reaching for it, feeling the fabric with his palm. There are tears swimming in his eyes, and Scott reaches out for him, wrapping his arm around his hip. The hormone situation is still very up-and-down at the moment.
"We need to call them later and thank them," Kip sniffles. Oliver gurgles on his shoulder, trying to lift his tiny head. Scott reaches out for him, and Kip gently hands him off. It's trippy, the way their baby just fits into Scott's palms so easily, how tiny he is, and yet, how alive. And sometimes, how loud.
"There's more." Kip reaches out, removing the rest of the silky paper. He lets out a little "Ha!" at the small card he pulls out from under it. "Uber Eats giftcard." He turns it around, reads the back. "Wow. One thousand dollar Uber Eats giftcard." He holds it out to Scott. "My god. Is this how life is when both people in a marriage are millionaires?"
Scott snorts. "Evidently."
"It says, 'this was Ilya's idea' on the back." Kip chuckles, showing the writing to Scott.
Oliver, nuzzled into Scott's chest, is slowly drifting off to sleep now, and Scott holds him tightly. He'll sit down on the couch in a minute, or his back muscles will kill him later.
"This is a very thoughtful gift," Kip says, carefully folding the baby carrier again. "And probably the first card which didn't talk about how inspiring we are."
Scott laughs. "They know the struggle."
"They do," Kip agrees, then sighs, rubbing his face. He's shirtless safe for the burp cloth, and there's a milk stain on his sweatpants. Scott is so in love with him.
"D'you want to go shower? I've got him," he offers, and Kip lets out a grateful hum.
"That would be heavenly." Kip leans forward and presses a kiss to Scott's lips.
"Take your time," Scott tells him.
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