A.N: guys, i'm happy you're all concerned, and i really appreciate it. But i think we can stop now ok? I post my stories for you to read, and i might have broken the rules of the site by actually speaking with my reviewers, but i'll stop too, though i want you guys to review so i know how you like my stories. Allfandomfanboy, if you are who you say you are, then don't worry. In that case i want to know how it went with your family. That's the last thing i want to know for now, but don't worry, i already view you as a friend and if we have to speak or meet, fate will organise it that way.
Thank you everyone.
Yuuri was damn tired. He had walked through the whole city of Hasetsu to find a damn pet store in order to buy food for Makkachin. He was sure that next to the bruises on his feet there were even blisters now. When he finally found one in the other end of the city, it was seven in the evening and it was about to close. To his luck he managed to buy the last three packs of dog-food Makkachin liked. Sighing he left the warm building and exited into the cold winter and snow in order to walk back home. He tried not to get lost, since it was dark and there was barely any light due to the heavy snowing. In an hour or so he managed to walk back to his house next to his parents' onsen, where he lived with Viktor, their kids - a set of five year old twins (a boy and a girl)-, Yurij and Otabek. By now his fingers were aching along with his legs and feet. His nose and cheeks were blown red as the cold wind angrily clawed at his skin. Yuuri fished out his keys and opened the door.
"I'm home!" He yelled closing the door. Once he turned around he was met with five begging pair of eyes. Makkachin, Otabek, Yurij, History and Istorya were on their knees, hands clasped looking at him with watery eyes. "Guys, what's the meaning of this?" He asked blinking surprised.
"Please send otou-chan out of the kitchen," Istorya blurted out fiddling with her long silver and brown streaked hair.
"Papochka's gonna send us to hospital with food poisoning!" History whined grasping his mother's hand and Otabek nodded along with Yurij. Yuuri had to stiffle a laugh at their desperate looks and sighed.
"Let me take off my coat and shoes, then I'll see what dreadful unidentifieble thing he cooked," The Japanese male said chuckling. The others sighed in relief and went back ro the livingroom watching TV. Placing his coat on the hanger and the shoes in the shoekeeper he entered the livingroom and headed towards the kitchen that had it's door closed, music seeping through the walls. Yuuri knocked and opened the door, making Viktor perk up and turn towards him. The Russian male was wearing his pink 'Kiss the Cook' apron and Yuuri couldn't help bit chuckle.
"Ah, Yuuri~! Welcome back!" Viktor grinned.
"Hey Vitya... What are you doing?" Yuuri asked slightly dreadful.
"I just finished making penne al ragù," The Russian proudly stated. He took a fork and placed a bite on it, handing it to Yuuri. "Here, have a taste!"
"Uh...," Yuuri blinked gulping. Viktor was famous for his nonexistent talent in cooking so you can't blame the Japanese man to be a little sceptic. He eyed the steaming pasta stuck on the fork with orange sauce and brown - seemingly cooked - minced meat. Viktor seemed really proud of his cooking and his eyes were sparkling in the most adorable way ever. None of them noticed the four peeking heads in the small creak of the kitchen's door. Yuuri begrudgingly opened his mouth and took the bite. His eyes widened in shock as the expected disgusting taste didn't come.
"So?" Viktor asked excitedly.
"This is actually good!" Yuuri exclaimed after swallowing, earning a gasp from the peepers.
"Come in, it's useless to spy, I know you're there," Viktor said rolling his eyes.
"Is... Is it really good?" Yurij asked eyeing the cooking pot full of pasta.
"It is!" The Japanese skater said.
"Figured I would try cooking something simple and watch tutorials to notice what my mistakes were. Plus Mama taught me in the past few weeks privately," Viktor grinned happily.
"When did my mom help out?" Yuuri asked surprised. He took out six plates and started giving food to the others alomg with forks.
"Is it during the time you go and help out?" Otabek asked catiously eating a bite. After he realised it was actually good, he dug in and ate his food with good appetite as the others.
"And why didn't you tell us?" Yurij asked, mouth full.
"Yes and because I wanted to keep it secret and surprise you with some good Italian food," The father replied with a happy toothy grin. Everyone took seconds too, which made Viktor even more happier. After dinner Yuuri helped him load the washing machine and clean the table and the kitchen while the others took a shower and went to sleep. Once the bathroom was free the married couple decided to take a bath together.
"Yuuri, just stop hanging the laundry to dry and join me already," Viktor wined, already splashing in the tub filled with steaming water.
"Two seconds, Vitya. I only have three more shirts to hang," Yuuri chided. He swiftly hung the remaining wet clothes then closed the bathroom's door and undressed then tied his shoulder length hair in a small bun. As he stepped in the hot water a relieved sigh bubbled up from his throat.
"Tired?" The Russian asked with a fond smile as Yuuri curled up in his lap and embrace.
"Mhm... I walked through the whole city to find Makka his favourite food," He replied tiredly. "And I froze to death."
"Oh I'm sure he's increadibly grateful for it," Viktor chuckled gently rubbing his husband's back. Yuuri burried his face in Viktor's shoukders and moaned at the sensation.
"Nnh~ how about we make a sibling to History and Istorya?" He suggested while relaxing all his muscles as the rubbing went on. He suddenly felt something poking his side, amd he already realised what Viktor's answer would be.
"I don't see why not," He murmured in the raven's ear, licking it whilst caressing the thin scar on the other's abdomen. Yuuri happily sighed and kissed Viktor, running his hand's on the Russian's toned body.
- ● Nine Months Later ● -
"Good gosh, I can't believe we will be witnessing a rare event again!" Egor exclaimed cheerfully as he got out of the airport with Hanuman, Arjun and Alina - Arjun's girlfriend -, the doctor who performed the C-section on Yuuri before and two nurses were already in Hasetsu. They arrived soon after the first month of the pregnancy.
"And this time closely, as little Viktuuriya will be born in the house!" Viktor cheered back waiting for them with a smaller shuttle bus he rented.
"Can't wait!" Hanuman said cradling a little redhead girl in his arms, who was sleeping.
"And who is this fluffball here?" The now coach Russian asked, pointing at the little girl.
"She is our five year-old Aurora. We adopted her barely a week ago from Italy," Egor beamed proudly and stroked the now awake girl's head. "And this is Alina, Arjun's girlfriend!"
"Ah, congrats for the adoption! And hello Alina, I'm Viktor Nikiforov," Viktor shook the smiling ginger's hand, who nodded, then Viktor greeted a cheerful Arjun too. They hastily packed the luggages in the back of the mini bus and Viktor drove everyone to their house next to the onsen. Once they arrived an impatient Yurij opened the door.
"Finally! Good grief!" He snapped, though it had no edge. "Hurry because Yuuri will be giving birth soon!"
"Why, hello little brother," Arjun waved grinning. Yurij worldessly hugged the Indian and quickly introduced him and the rest of the guests to Otabek and the twins. Little Aurora immediately took a liking to the twins and in no time they were in the livingroom playing and running around. Soon, everyone - except the three kids (the kitchen was closed due to safety reasons so they could only be in the livingroom or their bedroom) - hurried up to the guestroom that was temporarily turned into a sterilized operation room in the past few months according to the doctor's wish, with different necessary equipment. The door was always kept close and most clean as doctor insisted that they sterilize themselves and put on the hedious green doctor's robe, mask and cap before entering the room. Yuuri had already been given the epidural and the doctor re-sterilized everything before proceeding with the operation. And yet again Yuuri's stomach was cut open and the placenta was carefully removed from him. Carefully taking the baby out, the doctor cut the umbilicle cord and cleaned Yuuri's stomach, stitching it nicely back, while the nurses tended to the newborn babygirl. Viktor's breath yet again hitched as he saw his daughter born, and he fell deeply in love with her just as he fell in love with their twins. Everyone else too was captured by the little infant and held their breaths back unconsciously. The nurses swiftly washed the baby, measured her weight and height and noted the time and date she was born in her birth certificate.
"So her name will be?" One of the nurses asked.
"Viktuuriya," Yuuri croaked along with Viktor. The nurse nodded and wrote it down.
"Can we see her?" Istorya's voice asked from the door. Hostory and Aurora were behind her, peeping timidly in.
"Come," Viktor said with a smile. He took the baby from the nurse and sat on the floor with her so the children would see her.
"She's so... squishy looking," History said, making the adults laugh and Istorya hit him.
"You're not Sokka from Aang Avatar!" She said pouting.
"I am!" The boy insisted.
"Whatever, she is cute," Aurora cut in before there would be a full blown fight.
"Well, another sister to protect from stupid punks," Yurij muttered and Otabek nodded, both of their eyes gleaming due to unshed tears - ahem dust in their eyes ahem - as they looked at the gurgling baby that started suddenly wailing again.
"Give her to me, she's hungry," Yuuri said with a chuckle. Viktor obeyed and gave him the neworn with a kiss. The mother gently placed the crying infant at one of his nipples and the baby instantly latched on, suckling the milk. Viktor looked proudly at his husband and his newborn baby, then at his family. Oh yes, he was increadibly happy that he chose to come to Japan to coach Yuuri years ago. After all, he loved it here, his family loved it too, Yurij's grandfather stayed here in the onsen and everything was just perfect.
Fin \(* *)/ (- this is a happy Viktor xD)