Could you maybe do a fic of ilia and reader were so in love in till he started focusing on skating more. And so they break up. But then she finds out she pregnant and hides it from him because she doesn’t want to give up on figure skating. And so she has the baby. And then maybe she runs into his mom and Liza at the store and the clearly see the baby. And his mom was always really close with reader so she agrees to keep it a secret. But Liza later that night accidentally lets it slip to ilia. And then you can run with the ending I’ll be happy with anything! Also I love your work!
(aw,thank you so much! grab some tissues)💋
Ilia had never imagined the love of his life would walk away. But he’d watched her do exactly that.
The argument had started small. It always did.
Everything revolving around skating.
At first she’d understood. Then she’d waited. Then she’d gotten lonely. And eventually she’d gotten tired.
“You don’t even see me anymore,” she’d whispered through tears.
Ilia had been exhausted, stressed, carrying the pressure of expectations on his shoulders.
And instead of choosing his words carefully, he’d chosen the ones that would haunt him forever.
“You’re holding me back in a way.”
The second the words left his mouth, he wanted them back.
The hurt on her face had been immediate. Like he’d physically struck her.
A week later they were over.
And Ilia spent the next year pretending he was fine.
Pretending skating was enough. Pretending he didn’t still stare at her photos every night. Pretending he didn’t still love her…
Two months after their breakup, she found out she was pregnant.
She sat alone in her bathroom staring at the test.
Positive. Every test positive.
And the first thing she thought wasn’t fear.
The second thing she thought was the last thing he’d said to her.
“You’re holding me back in a way.”
Then she made a decision. One she would carry alone. She wasn’t going to stand in his way anymore.
Harder because she did it alone.
Harder because every ultrasound made her wish he was there.
Every doctor’s appointment.
And when her beautiful baby boy was born, she held him against her chest and whispered,
The grandfather he’d never met.
Two months later she was shopping with Roman sleeping peacefully in his stroller when she froze.
Standing at the end of the aisle were Tatiana and Liza.
Ilia’s mother and his little sister.
Tatiana’s eyes dropped to the stroller.
Then widened…and then filled with tears.
For several seconds the world seemed frozen.
Finally Tatiana whispered,
The baby, the age, timing…everything.
Tears slipped down her face.
The question came out broken.
Tatiana carefully lifted Roman into her arms.
And immediately started crying.
The baby blinked up at her.
Completely unaware he was breaking hearts.
“What’s his name?” Tatiana asked.
Tatiana covered her mouth as tears streamed down her face.
For several minutes she simply held him.
Swaying with him, memorizing him.
“Can I come see him sometime?”
The hesitation lasted only a second.
Then she stepped forward and hugged her.
Tatiana squeezed her tightly.
“Promise me you don’t tell him.” she breathed out.
She meant it, she truly did.
But 12 year old Liza had other plans.
That night everyone was eating dinner when Liza casually said,
“The baby was really cute.”
And suddenly everyone knew exactly what had happened.
His voice rose in confusion.
Liza looked like she wanted the floor to swallow her.
“The one at the store. With umm…”
“Is it mine? I have a kid?”
The plate slipped from Tatiana’s hands.
It shattered across the kitchen floor.
Ilia jumped over automatically.
Because his mother was crying.
And whispered the words that changed everything.
An hour later he sat on the bathroom floor.
Numb….Shaking…His mind racing.
For almost a year he’d gone through life not knowing.
Not knowing she was pregnant.
Not knowing she’d given birth.
Not knowing he had missed everything.
The first ultrasound, first kick, birth…everything.
And eventually he broke down crying.
At three in the morning Ilia came downstairs.
His parents sat at the kitchen table.
Just as miserable as he was.
“He has his mother’s dark hair and her lips. But your eyes.”
And somehow that made Ilia cry harder.
“Why didn’t she tell me?”
“She didn’t want to be in your way.”
The words felt like a knife.
Because he knew exactly where she’d gotten that idea.
Tatiana immediately started crying again.
Ilia completely shattered.
Both wrapping their arms around him.
Holding their son while he sobbed.
Neither parent had an answer.
The next day he searched.
Until finally he found Hope.
“She takes a walk with him every day at 2.”
Forty minutes outside town.
A quiet park….a walking trail.
And there she was pushing a stroller.
Sunlight catching her dark hair.
Looking smaller than he remembered, but somehow even more beautiful.
For ten minutes he simply watched.
Then finally walked forward.
Tears instantly threatening.
“She promised she wouldn’t…”
She laughed despite herself.
Then Ilia asked the question he’d been carrying for days.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to hold you back anymore than I already had.”
Because hearing his own words repeated back nearly killed him.
“I’ve regretted that every day.”
Just looked at the stroller.
“Can I please hold my son?”
For a moment she saw the fear in his eyes.
And she couldn’t be cruel.
She lifted Roman from the stroller.
And placed him carefully in his father’s arms.
A tiny little person…a tiny little miracle.
Tears immediately streamed down his face.
Tears slipping down her cheeks.
At the woman he’d never stopped loving.
And finally said what he’d should have said a year ago.
“I loved you so much and I let you go.”
“I’ve kicked myself for it every single day.”
“I still look at our pictures.”
“I still have every card.”
His voice became almost a whisper.
Trying not to fall again.
“I want you in his life.”
“So much has happened, Ilia.”
Ilia gently touched her cheek.
“Let’s just focus on you getting to know your son.”
He was going to spend the rest of his life earning her back.
Back at her cottage, she showed him everything.
And with every picture, Ilia’s heart broke a little more.
Because he should’ve been there.
Because she’d done it all alone.
Because he’d made her think she wasn’t enough.
Then Roman started crying.
She stood and carefully handed him over.
Ilia laughed through tears.
Walking him around the living room.
Tiny fingers wrapped around Ilia’s finger.
And Ilia looked down at him.
Across the room she smiled despite herself.
Then Ilia looked up at her.
The woman he’d never stop fighting for.
“And I’m going to take care of both of you.”
Six months later, Roman took his first wobbly crawl across the living room floor.
The tiny voice made Ilia freeze.
Then immediately burst into tears.
Because apparently becoming a father had made him cry at everything.
Roman laughed and crawled faster.
A year later, Ilia stood in their backyard holding Roman while the little boy sat on his shoulders.
She walked outside carrying lemonade.
Roman immediately pointed.
Watched sunlight hit her face.
Watched Roman reach for her.
And suddenly realized something.
The three of them together.
Ilia wrapped one arm around her waist and kissed her temple.
Roman immediately grabbed both their faces.
And for the first time since that horrible breakup, neither of them was looking backward anymore.
Only forward…And hoping for the best.
