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Chapter One – An Unexpected Turn of Events
It was far too early in the morning to be awake and yet twenty-year-old Yuri Plisetsky found himself jarred back to the world of the living by the obnoxious ringing of his cell phone. Grumbling a few choice swear words in Russian he reached over to the night stand to grab the phone, looking at it and not recognizing the number. Which made him hesitant to actually answer the phone but for whatever strange reason he decided that he was actually going to answer and see what the hell these people wanted.
And as he did so he grumbled that it better be a matter of life and death or else he was going to commit murder later.
That was just him being dramatic but it was early and he was grumpy so it was understandable.
"What do you want?" he asked after he pressed the screen to answer the phone, his tone beyond grumpy which was once again a product of the fact that he had been woken far too early. The person on the other end was lucky that he was answering, expecting him to be happy right now was asking way too much.
"Yuri…I need your help…" a somewhat timid sounding female voice came across the other end of the phone, the plea for help actually hard to understand.
And serving to immediately force Yuri into full awareness.
"Where do you want to meet?" Yuri asked, the tone of his voice actually concerned as he posed this question. And the fact that he was actually willing to get out at this god awful hour was really saying something about the relationship that he had with the person on the other end of the line. Far from a romantic relationship he viewed this person, whom he had met at the end of his first season in the senior division, as something of a surrogate sibling.
"At the rink," was the reply that he gained.
"I'll be there in fifteen minutes," Yuri said, immediately hanging up the phone and then hopping out of bed. After getting dressed in record time Yuri scribbled a quick note for Otabek and then left the apartment that the two of them shared with the cat. Making his way outside to the car Yuri quickly started it and then drove to the rink.
It was almost fifteen minutes exactly when Yuri pulled into the parking lot of the rink, the young man noticing the sole other car that was taking up residence in the parking lot. He didn't recognize it but he knew that it had to be the person that he was meeting with. Mainly because no one in their right mind would be out this late and parked at a skating rink that they couldn't gain access to without committing a crime.
He was really hoping that wasn't the case because he didn't want to get caught up in the middle of something like that.
He had the feeling that it would not end well for him.
Still Yuri got out of the car and made his way over to the spot where the other one was parked, a few spaces away from his own. Once he was near enough he reached out and knocked on the window, stepping back at that point and then gazing expectantly and waiting for the occupant to come out. The windows were tinted so he couldn't actually make out any features of the person inside and he once again had to wonder if this was something bad that he'd just walked into.
He was hoping not and kept telling himself that he was being paranoid but still that concern lingered.
At least until the door of the car opened and out stepped a small, lithe blonde woman that appeared to be somewhere near Yuri's age. As soon as she was standing the young woman threw her arms around the young man, whom she hadn't seen in a few years. "Yuratchka, I missed you," she said in a soft voice, clinging to him for several long moments before releasing the death grip that she had on him and taking a step back.
"It's been too long Anya," Yuri said quietly, his gaze focused on Tatiana and while he wanted to ask why she'd just disappeared he couldn't bring himself to do it. It seemed too much like an accusation and that was the last thing that he wanted. So instead he just cleared his throat and then said, "So you said that you needed my help with something…"
"Yes," Anya said with a nod of her head, the young woman looking at him as if trying to steel herself for something, and then she went to the back driver's side of the car and opened that door. Leaning down she gathered something up into her arms and then turned back to Yuri, a baby now held in her arms. "I need you to take him Yuratchka…" The pleading tone was once again in her voice as she said this, her gaze going to the child that she was holding. "I already have all the forms…they just have to be signed and it's legal…"
Anya paused here and waited to see what he would have to say to this, hoping against hope that he wouldn't refuse. While there might be other options out there she didn't want to resort to any of them, she knew who she wanted to raise her son and she was standing in front of him right now. While others might see him as a punk, which was the image that he had tried for years to convey, but she knew that wasn't the truth.
To say that Yuri was stunned by this would be an understatement, his jaw actually dropped as he stared at Tatiana. For a moment he thought that she was joking with him and he was a little put out that she had dragged him out in the middle of the night just to show off her baby. But then Yuri took a good, long look into her eyes and he knew that Tatiana was being completely serious in this moment.
And that of course made him wonder why it was that his surrogate sister wanted him to raise her baby.
"Anya, why?" he asked, his voice surprisingly soft for him and filled with confusion. He had no idea why his friend would want to give up her baby and especially to someone like him. Unlike Tatiana, he didn't think that there was anything to him other than a punk and he was thinking that he was the last person in the world that anyone should want to trust with a baby.
"I…can't explain right now…just please…Yuri…" The look on her face was one that was pleading, Tatiana focusing her gaze on him while at the same time holding the blanket wrapped baby in her arms. She shifted slightly so that Yuri could see the sleeping child, who had blonde hair and blue eyes though those were impossible to see right now because he was sleeping. What was also obvious was the fact that he was wearing one piece pajamas that had a hood and the hood had tiger ears…and the onesie had stripes.
The baby was dressed like a little tiger.
"I know you'll be good to him Yuri and I need someone I can trust," Tatiana said quietly, her blue eyes still focused on Yuri's green ones. There wasn't really anything that she could do if he said no, aside from cry, but she was really hoping that wasn't going to be the case.
Yuri was really torn on what he should do, he didn't think that he was cut out to be a parent but by the same token he didn't want to deny this request from his friend. And on some level he had always wanted a quote 'normal family' and while it wasn't exactly the way that he had wanted it this was his chance.
Well sort of since in all likelihood he was going to end up being the mommy in this relationship while Otabek was the daddy.
A thought that actually gained a smile from him.
"Okay Anya…but you owe me an explanation later," Yuri said, his green eyes focused on her even as he reached out for the baby that she was holding. He was expecting this to be hella awkward because he was pretty sure that he'd never held a baby in his life, the closest he had come was his cat, but he was willing to do it and he was thinking that it couldn't be hard.
Idiots did it all the time.
"Thank you so much Yuratchka, you're a life saver!" Tatiana said, beaming at him and at the same time gently shifting the sleeping baby from her arms and into his. "Aww, he fits there so well…he looks like he could really be yours Yuri." He wasn't of course and Tatiana knew this but still the similarities between Yuri and the child were going to keep people from questioning it.
And maybe convince some people that the child really was Yuri's.
"His name is Nikolai," Tatiana said quietly, reaching a hand over and gently touching her baby's face, knowing as she did so that this was probably going to be the last time that she ever saw him. That wasn't something that she was going to share with Yuri however, knowing that it would only cause questions.
Questions that she didn't want to answer.
Yuri nodded his head when she told him what the child's name was, the young man definitely feeling awkward right now but he was trying not to show it as he held the little one in his arms.
Tatiana smiled again and then went to transfer the car seat from her car to Yuri's, putting the rest of the baby's things in the car as well and then going back over to the spot where her friend was standing with her son in his arms. "Thank you again little brother, I owe you more than I can ever repay," she told him softly, leaning over to give his cheek a kiss and then turning away. "I'll call you…" She was lying but she said this without faltering, giving Yuri no reason to believe that she was being dishonest.
Yuri watched as she turned away and got into her car, the blonde young man just standing there for several minutes and watching as she pulled away. At that point he realized that he should probably head back home…and break this news to Otabek.
"I…wonder how Beka's going to feel about this instant family?" he murmured as he moved to get the still sleeping baby settled in the car seat. It took him some time to figure out how the straps were supposed to work and he was more than a little bit irked when he did manage but he conquered it and at that point he got into the car and started it, sitting there for a moment longer as he tried to gather his thoughts.
He had seriously just taken in a child.
He, the person that didn't know the slightest thing about kids, was going to have to figure out how to be a parent now.
"I think some of Viktor's insanity rubbed off on me or something…" he couldn't help but muse as he shook his head, gripping the steering wheel as a sudden wave of terror washed over him. There was so much that he could mess up with this but…deep down there was this hope that he could finally have the loving family that he'd always wanted.
A hope that he had never dared to voice to anyone, not even to Beka.
He had always had his grandpa, at least until he was seventeen when the man had passed away, but that was still not the normal family that everyone else seemed to have had. Something that he had always secretly longed to have and now, with this little one in the back of the car, he was getting that chance.
Or rather he was getting the chance to give it to little Nikolai.
The fact that this could just be temporary never even entered into his mind once he was actually holding the child in his arms, in his mind he was already seeing the little blonde baby as his. His and Beka's. And he would fight anyone to the death that tried to harm that little guy.
Already he was feeling fiercely protective.
"I'll claw out the eyes of anyone that ever hurts you Kolya," he said softly, the pet name coming effortlessly to his lips. The people that new him best and had known him longest would probably be shocked by this but that was another of those things that Yuri didn't give any real thought to. It didn't matter that this wasn't what people would think was 'like him'. All that mattered was the fact that it felt…right.
Like this was something that he was meant to do.
And he liked that feeling.
"Let's go home and break the news to Beka…" he murmured as he finally shifted the car into drive and headed back toward home. Anticipating how Otabek was going to react but somehow knowing that the older man was going to be all for this.
A/N - End of the first chapter of a fic with Daddy Yurio! Cause I think that would be so cute! Hope that you like it, yet another AU cause I just like those. And it's pretty clear I'm trapped in YOI hell right now. Hope you enjoyed, please be kind and leave a review on your way out. Thanks for reading.