Viktor Nikiforov, my Russian husband, comes home from teaching his Grade 11 Biology class to see me looking concentrated, eyes glazed over from looking at the computer for so long. He chuckles and strides to my side, and I get a waft of his delicious cologne as he crouches on the floor next to me. "How's it going, love?"

"Sugar and spice…" I mindlessly whisper without taking my eyes off of the screen.

I can see Viktor smirking from the corner of my eyes. "You like it? It reminds me of you."

I nod. "Smells amazing."

He waits for me to realize, hand on the edge of the table, looking up at me with a heart-warming grin.

I nervously laugh. He does this awkward one-on-one staring thing too much for my liking…! "...What?"

"I said it reminds me of you." he mutters, staring at me with his perfect, ice-blue eyes. They always seem to catch me off-guard, even though he always uses them as a way to get to me. Viktor continues, saying, "I bought it hoping that it would make me less anxious to get home to see you, but it seems to be doing the opposite for me!"

I smile and try to become obsessed with the bird I see outside, but it doesn't work to distract me from becoming so flustered in front of Viktor. It's as if he has all the keys to my every lock around my heart. He reaches out with his delicate hand and turns my chin the slightest bit to face him. His lips open slightly and his eyes flutter closed as he waits for me to make a move on him. Ever since we've started to kiss, he's bugged me to try kissing him instead of vice-versa, since he can do it anyday, and it takes so much for me to do it back to him. I rest my hands on the sides of his face and slowly inch forward, closing my eyes. All of a sudden, I hear an airy snicker, and I open my eyes to see Viktor trying not to laugh, eyes still shut. My face flushes red and I quickly peck my lips on his one cheek instead.

He opens his eyes, one eyebrow seductively raised at me, the one side of his lip curled up in amusement. He whispers, "You were so close…", and then stands up. "I'm going to go change."

As he goes to our room to swap clothes, my hands grasp my boiling cheeks, elbows planted on the table. I can't keep doing this to him! We're married. It shouldn't be so nervewracking anymore. I sigh and look up at the Japan Adoption website and scroll to the profile of one kid I'd been keeping my eye on. Viktor strolls out of our bedroom with baggy sweatpants on and a tanktop flimsily sitting in his hands. Once I see his partially-sweaty torso, I can't help but swing my head around the other way. Why does Viktor have to be intimidatingly charming?! It's TOTALLY that that makes me so awkward around him.

"A girl?" he asks as he pulls the tank over his head. "I thought you'd choose a boy!"

"Oh. That!" I stutter when I realize he's referring to the picture of the child online. "Yeah, I thought she was really cute, and that we could deal with her."

"She's only half a year old, too." Viktor says, squinting at the profile description.

"We could handle that, right...?" I mumble. RIGHT?!

Viktor has a hand on his chin, his "Philosopher's Stance", as I like to call it. "Yes. I feel that if the kid was five or older, we'd have to do some explaining earlier."

Explaining, as in, telling them that they aren't really our biological kid. Not that it would really make sense anyways. (Let's just hope that she'll understand.)

"And around a year old would be fun to experiment with." Viktor adds with a devillish grin on his face. I wasn't really sure if I wanted to know what he had in mind. "Aiko. Cute name, too~" I nod, and Viktor goes on. "So how does this whole adopting thing work? Is it like buying a pet?"

"Viktor!"

"Yuri, I didn't mean it like that!" he responds. "I meant, do you say 'Hey, I want this kid, here's some money'?"

I really appreciate this innocent side of Viktor. It reminds me that he's actually human, like me. But, even then, he can still be cute when clueless. "No, Viktor…!" I laugh, and then enlighten him of all the steps you need to take in the process. His eyes buldge when he learns the depth of adoption.

"Since when…?!"

"It's not as simple as some people think." I reply with a shrug.

"It's not too cheap either…" Viktor mumbles after looking at the details.

"I know. That's why I want to see if some friends or family might feel like contributing." I tell him. "It'd be like a baby shower, only I'm not pregnant with the baby." Right after I say that, I knew it was a mistake.

Before long, Viktor is snickering at the thought of me having a huge hump.

"You're what…? 32 now?" I mumble, smirking, but still sort of disappointed in his maturity level.

"Don't tell me that isn't-" And then he goes back into another fit of laughter, shaking his head. Once he calms down again, he asks, "When would we tell everyone about our plan to adopt?"

I glance at him and then notice that someone is standing right behind us, a waffle hanging out of his mouth. Yuri Plisetsky's facial expression is impossible to describe bang-on. All I can say is that it was blank as heck. "Y-Yuri…!" I stutter and force a smile. "What's up?"

Viktor and I are both turned around, hands behind our backs and smiles plastered onto our faces. It was painful just thinking about what we looked like in Yuri's eyes.

All three of us stood still, even Makkachin - who didn't really count since he was sleeping. It was as if there was a motion-sense bomb in the room, ready to blow the moment someone moved. A couple of slowly-passing seconds went by before Yuri decided to dash as fast as he could up the stairs, into his "Space", his safety. Viktor rushes after him, running like he was the history-making Usaine Bolt himself. I follow them at a distance, hoping that Viktor would get to Yuri before he died of shock first.

I walk into the living room to see Yuri sprawling in agony on the floor, whimpering and flopping back and forth like a fish out of water. Viktor is hovering above him, spurting out a whole essay to explain. At the end, he adds, "And don't you dare tell anyone!" I stand beside Viktor and sweep one of his loose silver locks back behind his ear.

He smiles and caresses my jawline with his hand, but he's interrupted right away by the whiny yelling of "GET OUT. GET OUT!" Yuri jumps to his feet and herds us to the basement, to where we belong.

Oh, we broke the "No PDA" rule. "I thought you'd kick us out if we broke one of your rules…" I mutter as I begin walking down the stairs.

Yuri turns light pink and spits out, "W-well I need someone to care for Potya when I'm gone someplace…!"

I give him a suspicious look and then go downstairs. Viktor and I head to the bedroom to relax for a bit together. As I cuddle into Viktor's arms under the covers, he whispers, "I can see you being a Mom."

This catches me by surprise and I squirm out of his grasp. "MOM?!"

Viktor nervously stutters, "I-I meant a mother-figure!" To our kid."

I comfortably snuggle back into his body again. "We aren't totally sure if it's official yet though."

His finger gingerly slides from my collarbone, down my shoulder and to my hand. It sends satisfying tingles down my spine. "We'll make it happen," Viktor mumbles. He picks up my hand from under the blankets and gently presses his lips against my wedding ring. "I promise."

I was lucky that the room was dark, because my face was broiling. If I could do anything exceptionally, it was turning an embarrassing shade of red in a split second. However, being this close to my husband makes me feel happy… and safe.

My eyes flutter open and I realize I'm still in bed. I stretch and roll over to my other side. As I slowly start dozing off once again, Viktor softly laughs to himself, laid down next to me. I had no idea that he was gazing at tired lil' me, here in bed. I also didn't know that I had fallen asleep shortly after our small conversation uner the covers. I feel an arm wrap around my torso and I open my eyes right away. Viktor is gradually crashing, too, considering how little sleep we both got last night… the night of our wedding party. I smile and hug his arm as we fall asleep. At FOUR IN THE AFTERNOON.

We wake up around seven o'clock and have a lazy, frozen pizza dinner. Yuri Plisetsky still hasn't said anything more about us adopting, and, to be honest, it sort of scares me. I know he's one of the most judgmental people you're ever going to meet, but it doesn't change the fact that I'm feeling wishy-washy about the adoption. I guess I'll just have to see what the morning brings.