Author's Note: Thanks for your interest in this after-marriage fanfic of Yuri and Viktor~! I hope that you enjoy where the story will go!

P.S. This first chapter is called an intro for a reason! It'll be less dialogue and more explaining, so don't you worry about the future chapters being a yawnfest XD

Enjoy, and thank youuuu~~

After procrastinating - and losing hair - over proposing to me while we were visiting his parents in Russia, Viktor finally asked me to marry him. I mean, HECK YEAH! I shouted "Yes!" and he kissed me in front of the St. Nicholas Cathedral on Christmas Eve. We couldn't help but spread the news right away to our family, friends, and fellow figure skaters. You could only assume what Phichit would do with that valuable new information. He ended up telling his friends, who told more people, and so on and so forth into a huge repetitive chain.

Right after everyone knew, we went out to a restaurant together to celebrate. However, our wonderful dinner was interrupted by some bold, cocky proclamation that include something like, "You didn't win gold in the Grand Prix, Yuri!" We had turned around to see Jean-Jacques Leroy, intimidatingly grasping his girlfriend's waist. A wide grin was smeared on the Canadian skater's face as he continued. "Why are you two celebrating if you lost?"

"You didn't honestly believe that I'd leave my fiance over some worthless medal he didn't win, did you?" Viktor had asked him with a satisfied smirk. Jean-Jacques went speechless, and Viktor went on. "And last time I checked, you didn't even make the podium. I don't think you're in any position to tell us what we can or can't do."

That was enough to ward him off and enjoy our time once again. The rest of our night really felt like a dream come true. We spent time walking down the street, admiring the countless shimmering stars in the sky and talking about our future together. Viktor and I told each of our parents, one of ours at a time. All of their reactions were priceless. My dad's face fell, but Mom broke out a flood of happy tears, immediately squeezing us into a warm hug. Dad gently patted my head and shook Viktor's hand with a smile as congratulations. Mr. and Mrs. Nikiforov, on the other hand, shouted, "свиная котлетница?!" through Skype. Viktor had replied in Russian, confusing poor little non-Russian-fluent me. His mother immediately hugged her husband's arm and happily squealed. I found out what they said later, and we just laughed it off together.

Eventually, Viktor and I needed to find someplace to live in Hasetsu, Japan, and we took my sister's suggestion of renting. The closest place we could get happened to be someone's that we were awfully familiar with: Yuri Plisetsky. Also known as the Russian Punk - or, as Viktor and I like to call him, the Russian Fairy. You see, ever since his Agape performance, we've nagged him about having inner elegance and beauty. It was hilarious when he found out we were the ones wanting to move in. His exact reaction was transforming his beaming, welcoming smile into a disgusted frown and slamming the door in our face angrily. In time, Yuri opened the door again and told us that if we even dared to go against any of his rules here, he'd boot us out before Viktor even called me "Pork Cutlet". His rules?

Yuri rips out a messily written list he just made a minute before, which reads: No entering my space unless granted my permission. No excessive noise. No dogs in my face. No PDA (flirting, hugging, wooing/cooing, cuddling, etc. Kissing is ENTIRELY out of question.). I won't be babysitting you guys! And NO PIG-LIKE BEHAVIOR. (That means YOU, YURI!)

After we went through the process of becoming his official renters, we moved all of our stuff into his basement, and that's when he finally noticed our engagement rings. His jaw dropped and he flusteredly spat out, "I-I'm not attending your wedding, Vitya!"

Little did he know, we were planning on him being one of our groomsmen.

It's been a full year now since we moved into Yuri's basement, and by this time, he's already gotten the invite. He RSVP'd with "FINE" and Viktor and I couldn't help but high-five our victory win.

Our unforgettable, magical marriage ceremony took place on August 19th. Our groomsmen were Phichit Chulalont, Yuri Plisetsky, Otabek Altin, Christophe Giacometti, Georgi Popovich, and Guang Hong Ji. Our ring-bearer was Minami Kenjirou, and the flower girls were the Nishigori triplets. After the "I do"s, Viktor and I shared a kiss in front of the entire audience. Our wedding party included a lot of partying, laughing, and drinking. As much as Christophe bugged me to get drunk with him, I refused, thinking back to the Grand Prix Final banquet that I attended before Viktor had become my coach when we were both still competitive figure skaters.

My beautiful husband and I went back to Yuri's house late, partied out and so happy. We slept like total rocks that night.

And that all brings us back to the present time.

"Yuri, wake up~!" I slowly open my eyes, and Viktor is smiling down at me. He strokes my thick hair and then grabs my glasses from off the side table, gently placing them on my face. "Morning, sunshine."

I smile and sit up. "Morning, Viktor!" I get on my feet as I ask, "Want me to make you some tea? Or coffee?"

"I'd love coffee!" Viktor shouts when I'm walking up the stairs, looking dead-tired in my comfy pajamas. "Thanks, love~"

I knock on the door before entering "Yuri's Space", and the Russian Fairy still seems to be in its slumber. I quietly start up the coffee maker and set out mugs for breakfast.

In the meantime, Viktor grabs a loaf of bread for toast and eggs for frying up. He meets me in the kitchen as we both hear echoing, whiny yipping from downstairs. Viktor jumps to his feet as he goes to fetch Makkachin, our pet poodle, before Yuri Plisetsky wakes up and threatens to kill someone. Luckily, just the sight of Viktor helps to quiet Makkachin, and he carries the heavy dog upstairs and straight over to the front door.

"Thank youuu~" I mouth to Viktor before he goes outside to let our poodle relieve itself.

He comes back a few minutes later again and we have an enjoyable breakfast before our busy day officially begins. Viktor and I decide to reward Makkachin with a walk first thing, and on our way around the block, we end up meeting Minako Okukawa, my former ballet teacher. She runs over to us and squeezes me into a cozy hug. "You guuuuuys~! Yesterday was such a BLAST!" She lets go of me and then crouches down and snuggles with Makkachin. "You and Yuri look like a couple with a kid, walking this pup~"

My face flushes and I look at the ground. "A-a kid, huh…?"

Viktor laughs and pets our poodle happily. "He's definitely family, yes!"

"Anyways, I better be on my way now." Minako says, standing up and smiling. "Talk to you later, you Nikiforovs~"

Nikiforovs. We wave goodbye to her and carry on with our walk. I still can't seem to refer to myself as a Nikiforov. Especially since I'm Asian. Having a Russian last name suddenly spring on me feels crazy unusual. But I feel like the unusual can sometimes be better than the usual.

"You're quiet, Yuri." Viktor mutters to me, immediately pulling me out of my thoughts. "What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing!" I assure him. "Just thinking, that's all."

Viktor grins and responds, "Me too. I was thinking about what Minako said about Makkachin beng like a child to us."

"Yeah?" I reply, trying to get him to explain further on his thought process.

"What do you think it'd be like to have a son…? Or a daughter?"

I inhale deeply. "It'd be an adventure, Viktor."

Viktor feel tugging on the leash, and he looks down to see Makkachin pleadingly steering around the corner, reminding us to turn.

And my husband doesn't waste a moment to continue with the conversation as we head in another direction. "Do you think you could handle it, Yuri?"

"Well… I guess so, yeah." I answer. "I've taken care of Mari's kid a couple of times, and I have to admit, he's a pain in the butt." I smile to myself when I think about her adorable two-year old. He's already so big.

"It wouldn't hurt to do some research, would it?"

And so, Viktor and I came back home, he left for work, and I looked up how adoption works.