Good God how did he get himself in this mess? One night of bad choices led him to interesting places...Obviously. Big difference between now and then, though, was that all of his bad decisions before usually ended with a hangover or a grinding from his coaches. He was lucky most of the time.

Being a competitive ice skater was shitty when it came to having a personal life. Some punk with bad grades, and a few MIP's didn't fly in the competitive skating world. So Yuri didn't often push the limits or it would be his career on the line. He knew his ass would be cut from the program quicker than the time it would take a virgin Yuuri to cum.

So how, then, did he find himself standing amidst the biggest mess of his teenage life? Clearly he hadn't been careful enough.

God.

His palms were so sweaty; his hair was dirty and tied back into a low ponytail at the base of his tired neck. The mess of platinum locks were barely contained by a poor excuse of a hair tie that one of the nurses had been kind enough to let him use.

He didn't have to be there at all. He could have just sat out in the waiting room with Yuuri and Viktor. He owed nothing to this hag in the hospital bed; yet there he stood next to Micha's bed and held her hand while she screamed and groaned. It was really disgusting actually, but Yuri was doing his best to keep the disgusted expression off of his face. Easy, right? He just needed to not look anywhere near where the doctor was sitting between Micah's legs in the labor , though, he would glance just to make sure everything was okay. He was only sure to grimace for a split second otherwise he stood like an awkward looking statue.

Micah's hair was matted, soaking wet and sticking to every bit of her face; she was in a lot of pain. Yuri could only imagine. He reached out with his free hand and pushed her red bangs from her face and smoothed her hair out of her eyes so that she could at least see what the hell was going on.

Between her contraction she looked at him and huffed back her sob. She had been caught in this loop for a few hours now. With her contractions she would moan and groan and squeeze his hand tight while he leaned down and breathed through the pain with her. Then during the brief minute pauses she would look at him and tell him how sorry she was over and over.

It was hell. A personal hell just for Yuri.

He was stroking her hair while he watched her monitor beside her bed, knowing by then when she would have a contraction and for how long it would last. Hell, he could enlist as a fucking OBGYN nurse at that point with how familiar he was becoming with how babies, pregnancy, and labor all worked. .

"Look, you can stop apologizing now." he said as he leaned closer to her. "You're almost there. You can repay me by delivering my daughter safely," he said as he ran his thumb across the tops of her pale knuckles. The nurses all knew his story and what a shitty situation this was, but that didn't stop them from shooting Yuri flustered and judgemental glances. He wasn't trying to be mean, but this woman had made her choice. At this point she was just a means to an end for his daughter's birth. That's how Yuri had to look at it. It was the only way that made sense to him.

Her contraction came again, just in time to spare him from having to think too much about her or her feelings. For the last hour her contractions came with the encouraging words of push from the doctors and nurses. He was sure everything was fine, but being stuck in the birthing canal couldn't be that good for the baby, right? He was trying not to be worried, but he couldn't help but look down between Micha's legs again.

"The baby is crowning. Does the father want to see?" The doctor said as if on cue.

Yuri gulped and leaned a little further towards the older grey haired man so that he could see the crowning. At this point he let go of Micah and moved to put his hand on her knees so he could lean down and peak curiously..

The doctor grabbed for his hand and tugged him closer, yanking his hands downwards towards the crown of his baby's head. "What!? Am I supposed to catch her!?" Yuri screeched and resisted the urge to jump away.

"No, but you're going to want to be right here so you can take her," the doctor said.

Micah had her hands covering her face at this point, like that was going to do any good to hide her guilt and shame. This would be the last that either he or his daughter would see Micah.

Yuri's head was spinning as he heard another contraction hit Micah; the nurses were at her side now, taking his place in comforting her and encouraging her to push. Oh shit, was really all he could think. It was supposed to be a momentous moment for any man, but all he could think about was how ill prepared he was.

There was so much red. He didn't know where Micah's body ended and his daughter's body began for the first bit until at last she came.

She was so small, curled up like a pretzel. Her face was squished and her lips were a startling color of blue. "Ah-w-why are her lips blue!?" Yuri asked as he leaned forward and grabbed for her just as she was born.

She was moving though, that was good, right? The doctor's hands were clasped down on his. The older man was pulling the baby from her mother's womb and pushing her up into Yuri's arms after he snipped her umbilical cord and tied her belly button off right there as Yuri held onto her. He was really fast at his job.

There were two nurses next to him now. Yuri was so sure that they had came from out of nowhere. Dear God there was a lot of fluid; it wasn't blood, though, but it was disgusting, and it was everywhere! Yuri stayed still as he held onto his daughter. "W-why isn't she crying yet?" he asked as he watched the two women take thermometers and syringes to the babe's tiny nose and mouth.

"She will," one of the nurses said as they guided him backwards and sat him down in the hospital chair the very one that he had been dozing in off and on throughout the night of pre-labor with Micah. Another had a towel in her hand in which she was using to wipe away the excess fluid away off of Yuri's hospital gown and from the baby's body.

"It's best for baby that you put her on your chest so lean back," the nurse said as she gently pushed him against the backrest of the chair and resituated his daughter on his chest.

At that point the third nurse in the room pulled a curtain around Micah's bed, separating them for good. As Yuri's baby began to cry, he could hear Micah sob, not from pain, but from humiliation. She would regret this moment for the rest of her life, but Yuri would rather die than give her a second chance at this.

He looked down at his baby as her tiny hands and mouth groped all around his chest. She was crying between moments of opening her mouth and searching probably for her mother's breast. "Hey now," he said as he coddled her. "I'm not-I don't have any food there for you," he sniffed. "Geeze, the only one in this room that has the right to cry is you," he sniffed as he curled his body downwards while the nurses strapped her ID tags around her ankle and gave Yuri a matching one around his wrist. She was the only one that had the right to cry yet hot tears stung the corners of his eyes and blurred his vision while the sound of Micha's heartbroken sobbing echoed around them.

The two nurses kept poking at prodding at her before they picked her up and weighed her. There was so much going on; Yuri's whole world was spinning. When they returned her to him and continued with their job, he rested against the chair and stroked his baby's body, her blond hair, her tiny fingers, her perfect lips. She was too perfect.

Is this what it felt like to feel your life change? He wondered to himself as she cried such a pitiful little whimper. Her voice was so tiny and yet it was powerfully high pitched. Yuri choked out a half laugh as he brought his finger up to her lips and let her gum at the numb of his fingertip. "That's just about the most pitiful little cry I've heard come from a baby," he said down to her. "There, there, daddy is here for you, baby girl," he said, feeling incredibly out of place in having used the title daddy to call himself.

Fuck his heart hurt really bad.

"What is baby's name going to be?" One of the nurses asked from behind him.

Yuri smiled as he looked down at her. "Marina Anna Plisetsky."