Author's note: Ahh, I'm so excited to finally post this! I've been wanting to make a family AU drabble series since, well, the show ended, and we're finally here! This is going to be a series of drabbles that I'll be updating periodically as time allows in between updates on my other fic. They'll vary in length and time line, though I have a feeling I'll be keeping it relatively chronological.

I've done a ton of research into surrogacy and IVF, so if you're interested in reading up on that process shoot me a PM and I'd be happy to send you the reference link!

I think this goes without saying, but a huge thank you to my beta spicenee for encouraging me and giving me all sorts of ideas for this series.

Victor sat at the breakfast bar in their kitchen one morning picking at his breakfast, his cheek resting in the palm of his hand. He sighed dramatically and set his utensils down before looking forlornly at his husband.

"Yuuuuriiii," he whined.

"Hmm?" Yuuri didn't have to look away from washing the dishes to know that Victor was pouting and staring at the back of his head.

"Don't you feel like something is missing?" mused Victor, turning his gaze up to the ceiling. Makkachin nuzzled against his leg and he absentmindedly reached down to stroke the soft curls of his fur.

That caught Yuuri's attention and he turned to glance at his husband, a soapy plate in his hands. "What do you mean?"

Victor kicked his feet, his brows furrowed as he contemplated the question. Yuuri smiled at the sight; Victor looked like a small child as he frowned at the stove across from him, his eyes half lidded in deep thought. "I don't know... Have you ever thought about wanting a family?"

"I already have a family," retorted Yuuri dryly, turning his attention back to the plate in his hand. He laughed at the spluttering coming from his husband, setting the plate in the drying rack. "I mean you, Victor. You're my family," he clarified.

"Oh..." Victor reddened slightly and was thankful that Yuuri had his back towards him so he wouldn't see how flustered he had become. "But what...what about kids?" he asked softly.

Yuuri nearly dropped the bowl he was washing, his heart stopping for the briefest of moments before taking up an erratic tattoo against his ribs. He must have misheard him. There's no way Victor was asking him to start a family, no matter how roundabout his methods were. No way.

Except...what if he was?

Tentatively, Yuuri turned to look at Victor and felt a blush creep up his ears at the expression on his face. His cheeks were dusted a rosy pink, his eyes shining with love and hope and just a hint of uncertainty in those cerulean depths that Yuuri often found himself drowning in. Swallowing against his suddenly parched throat, Yuuri set the bowl he was washing back in the sink and dried his hands off on his apron before taking a step towards his husband.

"A-are you asking what I think you're asking me?" he stammered.

Oh God, were Victor's ears turning red? (They were!)

Victor looked at Yuuri through his bangs, looking vulnerable and unsure of himself. "Yuuri, I want to start a family with you."

The dark-haired man felt as though his heart was going to explode, whether from happiness or sheer shock, he wasn't entirely sure. But all he knew was that tears brimmed in the corners of his eyes and he had to choke back a sob as he threw his arms around his husband's neck. Victor wrapped his arms around him, rubbing soothing circles on the small of his back.

When he finally collected himself, Yuuri pulled away to lock gazes with Victor. "Are...are you sure? I'm sure it's going to be difficult and –" Victor rested his forehead against his, the tips of their noses brushing.

"I'm willing to do anything to take this journey with you, moy solnyshka," he whispered. "That is, if you want to."

Yuuri smiled goofily at him, his brown eyes shining with love and admiration. "Of course I want to."

Victor smiled and pulled Yuuri close, brushing his lips against his husband's in a sweet kiss. Yuuri sighed and relaxed in his husband's arms when Victor deepened the kiss, nibbling on his lower lip.

He could finish the dishes later. For now, he wanted to celebrate this next chapter of their lives in his husband's embrace.

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