SUMMARY:
Yuuri and Chris head to the clinic, where they meet a woman and her child ~

My French is in no way good enough for me to write out (I used to study it back in high school, I'm out of college now if that gives you a good sense of the last time I used it), so the italicized quotes are the ones spoken in Swiss-French. Mind you- most of the words spoken Yuuri has no idea what they are saying, and hopefully that is clear as you read through this small segment!~

Yuuri has nervously wrung out the bottom hem of his shirt as he looked around the small clinic. His heart was pounding loud within his ears as Chris led him towards a secluded corner of seats where the two of them could share a bench. Chris sat him down, before turning and walking towards the front desk and signing Yuuri in. Yuuri watched with rapidly moving eyes the other patrons in the waiting room along with him. A few women were around him, all smelling heavily of omegan pheromones, most had been sending out a calming scent to ease the tensions that most appointments can bring to someone. However, his attention was caught by a single, angry scent coming from the area around a pregnant woman who was sitting in the opposite corner to him. Yuuri watched as she rubbed her stomach lightly as a small boy sat next to her, hard eyes trained on Yuuri. It seemed as if the scent was coming from the small boy, who couldn't possibly be old enough to be able to control their scent or have this strong of a presence.

His hard glare didn't let up as Yuuri looked towards him, and shrunk back into his seat. He was trying to make himself look small towards a child!? God he was so laughable he could honestly cry from his nerves skyrocketing and -

A hand coming to rest on his thigh brought Yuuri's attention towards Chris, his calming scent reaching towards Yuuri and drawing him close into his side. Yuuri's eyes glanced back at the boy, who looked perplexed but now had his sharp eyes drawn towards Chris, his scowl now fully visible on his face. His mother must have picked up on the scent, and her startled look towards her child brought his eyes up from Yuuri towards his mother.

The two seemed to be conversing in sharp French, and Yuuri couldn't follow along on his limited knowledge of the language and the rapid-fire whispering. Chris stiffened next to him, and Yuuri grew tense as they both looked in their direction. Yuuri shrunk back as the woman stood slowly from her seat, her son seemingly reaching over towards her as she walked their way before stopping near a seat next to Yuuri.

The only unoccupied spot in their corner. She smiled towards both of them, her hand rubbing her stomach gently as she glanced from Chris to Yuuri.

"Excuse me, but is this seat taken?" The question startled Yuuri, and he sat up a little as Chris relaxed next to him. His mind raced over the question, knowing Chris was giving him time to translate in his head before responding with his deep voice over Yuuri's shoulder.

"Not at all, please join us." The woman smiles at Chris, nodding as she slowly lowers herself into the chair adjacent to Yuuri's. Her hands come to rub at her swollen stomach once more as she sighs and looks over towards her son who seems frozen in interest.

"Merci beaucoup." Yuuri smiled as he nodded towards the woman, understanding that simple phrase. He kept his lips tight, not knowing what to say or do in this situation, as his French wasn't up to par yet for conversation. He was getting better translating it through his mind, but had a hard time speaking the language and mostly kept to English which was his common language between him, Chris and Josef.

Chris nods towards the young boy who doesn't want to seem to come closer, asking once more in French, "He seems a little upset that we are here. Is there anything we can do to make him more comfortable?" Chris' arm around Yuuri's shoulder tightened briefly as Yuuri's eyes looked back over towards the boy who seemed to grow angry once more.

"You see, I told him before coming here that this was an omegan clinic, so he must be concerned as to why two men are here, and feels me threatened." The woman giggled behind her hand as she nodded towards her son, waving him over as he slowly slid out of his seat. "He must have connected that omegas must only be female, as you hardly see any male omegas, especially pregnant ones around here. He is still too young to smell the difference between secondaries, but he gets a bit protective at times when my husband isn't around." The boy stops in front of Chris and Yuuri, before sitting besides his mother and glaring over her stomach. Yuuri had to hold back a light laugh as the boy stared, just barely tall enough to see over her large stomach.

"Ah I see, so he must have the protective gene rising within him. At such a young age too! What a lucky lad." Chris smiles at the young boy, who looks away blushing before pushing out his lips to glare once more at Chris.

"Honey." The mother smiled down at the young blonde boy, his big eyes gazing up as she drew his attention towards her. "These men are also patients here. Remember how I told you about rare male omegas? Well, we just happen to meet two of them today!" She smiled brightly before nodding at Chris and Yuuri. The boy's eyes grew wide with wonder before he smiled brightly at them both. He nodded his head before his eyes settled back on Yuuri and his smile fell once more.

"But momma, why does the dark haired man look different from us?" Chris held back a snort, his cough sounding more like a chuckle as Yuuri raised an eyebrow in question. He didn't understand that phrase, mostly got the word for mother out of there, but that was about it. He looked to Chris to see if he could translate, but the woman next to him grabbed his attention as her hand rested on his forearm gently. She asked him something, sounding almost like a question of 'Would you like to explain?' before Yuuri shook his head and looked towards Chris once more.

Chris smiled gently down at Yuuri, before smiling at the woman and child. "You see, Yuuri's French isn't the best at the moment. He just moved here from America, but before that he was born and raised in a country called Japan. So he is still learning to speak the language." The woman's eyes grew wide before she smiled at Yuuri, patting his arm in a sign of understanding as her son looked at Yuuri with wonderment. Yuuri flushed a deep red before glancing down, his cheeks burning at the looks he was receiving.

Yuuri tuned out the conversation that Chris and the boy were having, their French much too fast for him to follow. He sighed, before glancing up at the woman who gave him a gentle squeeze to grab his attention.

"You and your... partner here make a very… uh cute couple." She spoke slowly, testing out the English before nodding at Yuuri. "Very… Uh, unique."

Yuuri's blush grew once more and before he knew it he was waving his arms in front of him, shaking his head in response. "Ah, n-no! We aren't - I mean - Chris and I- ah-!" Chris' arm pulled Yuuri towards his chest, his musky scent leaking from the gland on his neck as Yuuri relaxed against him. He chuckled lightly against Yuuri's ear, before his lips moved and Yuuri heard his deep French once more.

"I am very fortunate to have such a cute omega by my side, but alas, he is not mine. He seems to have someone else on his mind, an alpha, I suppose. His omega seems to crave him much more than me." Chris winks towards the woman, who seems to have shown a bit of pity at what Chris said. Yuuri looks up to ask him what he had said to her to make her have that expression, but he heard his name called across the room.

"Katsuki Yuuri?"

Chris smiled at him before standing up, going towards the woman and offering her his hand as he kissed the back of hers. "It was a pleasure my dear."

"The pleasure was all mine, Mr. Giacometti." The woman winked before smiling up at Yuuri who nodded his goodbye towards her and her son. He made his way towards the nurse standing in the doorway, and drew in a deep breath.

Time to do this.