A/N: I wanted to make this the 3rd chapter of What's In A Name, but ended up decided whatever I'll put it up separately as several chapters instead. Unofficially, every chapter is 3 years apart in Vika's life, starting at birth and going up.

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This is happening, Viktor thinks, this is really happening. I am holding my daughter in my arms. My daughter. Our daughter.

Viktor and Yuuri have both been up for a tense 12 hours by Mari's side, as she screamed and panted and gripped their hands so hard it hurt, but they didn't complain because it was nothing compared to what Mari was going through. A gruelling 12 hours that started around 1pm in the afternoon and had forced the Katsuki family to close the onsen doors for the day, and took Viktor and Yuuri out of the rink too. It was a blessing that it was a safe and uneventful delivery, and Viktor knows that he will be forever grateful to Mari for agreeing to help carry their child into existence. Their child that is now in his arms.

He will never forget this moment. She looks so small, so red. No wonder babies are called aka-chan in Japanese. Viktor's large hands could wrap around her entire body, and he was so afraid to hold her for a moment, afraid his large size would break this fragile little creature. But when the nurse took her from Mari's arms and handed her over to Viktor, she fell into the nook of his elbow and he cradled her to his chest instinctively, and it was the easiest thing in the world.

He leans in to whisper at their daughter, "Viktoria Viktorovna Katsuki, welcome to this world". Then, he plants a soft kiss on her head, and hands her off Yuuri, who has literally been waiting on the edge of his seat. As he receives his daughter, Yuuri looks just as awed as Viktor, filled with wonder and love for their child.

"What is the nickname? Viktoria nickname." Mari asks absentmindedly, wanting to learn the endearing little names that Yuuri used on Viktor for her child. She knew that the Russian liked these nicknames, and wants that form of affection to live on in the family, and wanted herself to be involved in it as well.

"Vika. Vika or Vita." Viktor supplies, eyes never leaving his daughter. His dochka. His dochka. Viktor is bursting. He didn't realize anyone could be filled with so much love, not even during all his time with Yuuri did he feel anything like this. Is this what all parents feel for their children? It must be wonderful, and terrifying, because Viktor could not bear to imagine anything bad to happen to his child, it hurts him already just from the prospect of it.

"I like Bika. Beautiful song. Katsuki Bika." Mari smiles tiredly, and closes her eyes. She is exhausted, and sweaty, and some of her hair is sticking to the side of her face, but she is glowing. Radiant. Serene. It was a difficult pregnancy, but it's all over now, their baby has been safely delivered. She can finally rest easy tonight.

Viktor, he looks at Mari with gratitude, then at Yuuri holding Vika and sees the loves of his life. The ones he would give an arm for, a leg, his body and his career and his everything. Viktor used to wonder why people would retire from sports for their family, but in this instant it becomes clear to him. He wants to be with his family for as long as possible, as much as possible. If it meant never travelling for competitions again, never going out on the ice to risk a serious injury again, as long as he can be there for Vika, it will be worth it.

He walks over to perch on the arm of the chair Yuuri is in, and pulls Yuuri in close to his body with one arm, the other reaching out to stroke the face of their daughter. Their daughter that he will protect like dyedushenka did, dote on like papenka. They look at her, just quietly absorbing the moment.

"Just you wait, motylenok. You will grow up to be the most beloved and beautiful person in the world."

A/N: The baby should probably be crying her lungs out if she's just come out, but let's skip a few details and assume that the nurses have done whatever they needed to do and Vika has settled down by the time she comes back to their arms.

赤ちゃん (aka-chan): baby, aka (赤) by itself meaning red

дочка (dochka): daughter, from root doch (дочь)

勝生 美歌 (Katsuki Bika): 美 means beautiful, is pronounced bi or mi depending on the context, 歌 is song, and typically 美歌 is pronounced as mika instead of bika, but it's not uncommon for Japanese names nowadays to completely ignore the proper pronunciation. In fact, it's become a problem because parents will choose a name that sounds nice, and kanji that has a nice meaning, and shoehorn them together without regards to whether they match. Since Japanese doesn't have the v sound, it typically gets replaced by the b sound, and that's what Mari goes with. This is the official name on the birth certificate, 勝生 美歌, because that's what fits in a Japanese birth certificate. She is still, in essence, Viktoria Viktorovna Niforova, but Viktor calls her with the last name Katsuki to show that he recognizes her place in the Katsuki family, since she is already Viktorovna, daughter of Viktor.

мотыленок (motylenok): little moth/butterfly

Viktor calls his father papa instead of papenka in the last chapter, but has switched back here. I have this thing about names (obvs, I'm writing a fic all about names) where what we choose to call people is how we see them, or want to see them. And the names we accept and allow ourselves to be called obviously means a lot to us. That's why he goes from calling Vika his daughter to his dochka, it's a stronger feeling. Also switching from the familiar papenka to a more distant papa and back to papenka means something significant about how Viktor feels towards his father. It's a very small detail, but it's something I want to emphasize.