AN: Woot woot it's OtaYuri week day 1 and I'm excited! Enjoy!

"Hey, Otabek?" Yuri's voice hung in the mostly silent room. He pressed his back into his mattress and buried his face into his cat. I shouldn't have started this, crap! He hoped Otabek did not hear him.

"Hm?" Too late. Otabek's head turned, looking down at Yuri. Yuri shook his head.

"It's nothing! Go away!" Yuri shouted. His cat jumped up and let out a hiss, since Yuri's mouth had been right by the cat's ear. Otabek sighed. He slowly lifted himself off of the edge of the mattress where he was seated and plopped himself right next to Yuri. He stared at his flustered boyfriend. Otabek was beginning to become concerned.

"Yuri. It's okay, you can tell me," Otabek whispered gently. His voice came out a little bit stern, though. Yuri huffed.

"Stupid Beka… I can't lie to you, you jerk!" Yuri mumbled. His cat was still not amused, as it'd been used as a scream pillow for a while now. Otabek chuckled a bit, and felt warm inside. He felt happy, happy that he'd met Yuri on the first day of ice skating camp all those years ago.

"So, what did you want to tell me?" Otabek asked calmly. He wasn't as concerned anymore, and now felt curious crawl upon him.

"Otabek I have something to confess!" Yuri shouted, except it was meek and high pitched. Otabek couldn't help laugh at Yuri's voice crack. He'd grown up, gotten older, became more of a man, but Yuri was still Yuri.

"BEKA THIS IS SERIOUS!" Yuri exclaimed. At this point, Yuri was mortified. Why did I start this conversation?! Otabek took a deep breath and apologized.

"Sorry Yuri. Now, what is this thing you want to confess?" Otabek readdressed the situation. Yuri took a deep breath. His pale face was now red, up to his ears.

"Otabek, I've been thinking. We're older now. We're men. Hell, we're almost as old as the pork cutlet bowl and his husband. So… I… I've been meaning to ask if you'd like to have a kid. With me," Yuri managed to get it all out. The dreams he'd been dreaming for a while now, he finally felt it was the right time to tell Otabek. Yuri slowly began moving his gaze toward Otabek. And Yuri could not believe his eyes. Otabek was smiling, and his eyes were brimmed with tears. All of a sudden, Yuri felt himself tugged forward. Otabek was hugging him tightly, his arms wrapped around Yuri.

"Yes!" Otabek shouted.

"Papa! Äke! Hurry up!"

"Hold on Eric! Don't run in skates, you could fall!" Otabek shouted after his son. Yuri followed closely behind, pushing through people in somewhat of a panic.

"Ah!" Eric let out a yelp as he tripped on some ice in the walkway. Yuri gasped and dashed over to catch his son. Yuri held Eric tightly in his arms, having caught his son from the fall. Otabek made his way over to the two.

"Eric, don't scare me like that!" Yuri shouted, eyes wide and on the brink of hyperventilating. Eric stared at his papa blankly, and tilted his head. Otabek smiled, seeing the two together. They looked adorable. Yuri's really got a soft spot for Eric. What a good father, Otabek thought to himself as he helped Yuri and Eric up. This time slowly, the family of three walked to the rink. Yuri kicked open the door.

"Eric, this is what we do for a living!" Yuri shouted into the air, his breath making a little puff. Eric broke out into a big grin, and held his parents' hands tightly. Gently, Otabek and Yuri lifted their son onto the ice, and Eric put his two small feet on the ice for the very first time.