Viktor's pov.
A cold draft arouses me from my sleep. I roll over and lay my arm over Yuuri's bare belly.
"Mrmf, Viktor~" he hums. His hand covering mine on his belly. There's a subtle kick.
I chuckle. But Yuuri frowns.
His eyes suddenly snap open and he jumps out of my grasp and runs to the toilet. I follow after him.
"That's right, okay. Get it out." I repeat each time he retches.
He apologises each time another mouthful of gunk is flung into the bowl.
I tell him it's okay and clean him up, ready for competition. I help him shower (observing the many red marks on his back and neck) and
making his hair beautiful and silky smooth. Then I help him get (quite ungracefully) into his leotard.
When he's finished, I start. I comb my hair and slip into my costume. I pull a jacket and trousers over the top and finish up with my pair of sunnies.
Yuuri pulls up next to me at the front door and kisses me lightly. "Let's go."
I grin.
(Competition location and time)
All of the competitors gather around us when we walk in, wishing us good luck and/or giving us gifts.
Reporters also congratulate us and wish us good luck before bombarding us with stupid questions.
"Yes, I am pregnant. It is Viktor's and I will still be competing. Thank you." Was all Yuuri said to them before disappearing behind the private doors.
Yuuri's performance came straight after mine. The other competitors let us go toward the middle so we didn't get as much attention as the others.
Regardless, there would be talk.
After Pitchit's performance, I stepped out onto the rink.
"Kampai Vitya!!" Yuuri calls.
I turn and blow him a kiss.
My music starts. I followed a sound similar to Yuuri's when I was coaching him. The story of my life. It's starts off quite energetically, indicating my fame and glory, but it soon goes dull and sinks into a depression. This tells the audience that I fell into a depression like state, having nothing to do with my life apart from skating. The music then flickers, showing me Yuuri's video and how he made music with his body. The song lifts gradually and then very suddenly, telling the world about the love of my life and the journey we experienced together. The song finishes in a loud crescendo. Where I point to Yuuri and our son in his belly, telling of times to come and memories to be made.
The soft music and the cue note begins my routine. I have many difficult jumps but little footwork in my routine. I may have been a five time champion, but I'm not perfect.
The musics volume increases and I pick up the pace, jumping to old sounds of my music. At the beginning of the crescendo my face is light and happy, I enjoyed my fame. But by the end, my face is sunken, I no longer enjoyed this spotlight.
My routine slows and no jumps are performed, only simple footwork.
Then the music flickers, and I perk up, executing a small salcho.
I then meet Yuuri, the soon to be love of my life.
My world (the music) becomes louder, more passionate as I go through this beautiful journey with Yuuri.
Our engagement. Yuuri's silver medal. The tears of joy we spilt. Our honeymoon and life afterwards. And then our son.
The music finishes in a flourish of sound. I stand, panting, in front of Yuuri, pointing to his stomach.
Yuuri is grinning, his eyes sparking with tears. I grin back and walk/skate toward him, entrapping him in a bear hug at the side of the rink.
Cameras click and whirr, taking in our moment which to soon be seen on national television.
After my score is announced, it's Yuuri's turn on the ice.
His leotard isn't as flattering as it has been in past competitions. It's slightly more covering, keeping his belly a little less exposed.
He skates into the middle of the rink and freezes in his starting position. His music this year was an original written by a good friend of mine. It's beautiful guitar piece played by a man called 'Steve Prince'.
The price starts with a simple series of strums and some small note progressions.
Yuuri moves his body to create a story, showing how someone goes on a perilous journey, trying to save someone or something from destruction.
The music reaches its climax and Yuuri executes his one and only quadruple flip. He lands it perfectly.
The music then slows as his character returns home to be with his loved ones.
(Yuuri's pov)
I make my way to the centre of the rink, a thousand beady eyes following as I do.
The commentators may be in the booth on the next floor, but I can still hear them talking about me and my son.
I dismiss all of the lies before I miss my cue to begin.
My story is a twisted representation of my pregnancy.
I start off on a difficult journey, facing struggles I've never seen before. Pain, longing, isolation, obsessive food need. All new feelings I haven't felt before.
The guitar in my music plays a very soothing song. Like in the movies where the child is sitting in the back of the car driving in the wilderness and seeing all the sights. The music in the background for those particular scenes, that's how I see this piece of music.
The sound intensifies, showing that I'm struggling in my later pregnancy. The emotional roller coaster that I've put myself and Viktor on.
I think about who this performance is aimed and inspired by.
Viktor.
Our son.
Myself.
All of us.
The music reaches its climax and make my one fateful jump. The quadruple flip.
I land it well.
I then pull into a low spinning position but scratch the bottom of my belly on the ice, peeling off some of the fabric and tearing the already stretched skin of my stomach.
I wince and pull up. My routine is falling behind.
Two steps behind the music, I add another small jump and arrange my feet movements to stay in time with the music. I'm freestyling the last leg of this routine.
I move my feet carefully, whilst still keeping the emotion on my face.
I make sure that I look like a man who has come back from a long, difficult journey looking for his love and coming back with it in contact.
I add in another sneaky jump to gain me more points and finish up my performance with a bang, ending with my hands on my stomach, grinning at my audience.
They explode.
I turn around to go to Viktor, but he's already half way across the ice, his hands outstretched.
He wraps his hands around my neck and kisses me passionately, squeezing me tightly.
"Ow, ow, Viktor." I tell him, prying him off of my.
He looks down at my belly and sees it dropping with blood.
"Oh dear, Yuuri, what've you done?" He asks playfully.
"I don't know darling, can you fix it?" I ask back.
"Of course, lets go get you cleaned up." He reaches for my hand and leads me off the rink and to the medics, who patch me up and fix the leotard.
We then head to the Kiss and Cry. Viktor and I sit hand in hand, him cuddling a plush toy of Makkachin.
My score announced, putting me in second place behind Viktor.
He turns and grins at me.
"You did so well!" He beams, giving me a peck on the cheek and a warm hug.
I smile and thank him.
(Time skip: after all the competitors have finished: medal time!)
Viktor and I stand with all the other competitors, awaiting the last scores to be calculated.
Viktor is first, as per usual. I'm currently coming second. And Yurio, the last competitor will probably come second and push me down to third.
Yurio and Otabek, sitting at the kiss and cry, are both laughing and hugging each other.
Maybe Yurio will have a baby if his own one day~
I smile as I turn to face Viktor. He smiles back at me.
Five minutes pass and Yurio's score comes out and the announcers ask us to come onto the rink.
"In third place, we have Yuri Plisetski!"
I feel my eyebrows raise. Viktor grabs my arms and laughs in my ear.
"In second place, Yuuri Katsuki Nikiforov!"
I smile and stand a small ways away from Yurio. He looks over at me, "good job, pig."
"Thanks," I smile warmly back at him.
"And in first place, Viktor Nikiforov Katsuki!"
He stands in between me and Yurio as the medal is placed around his neck.
We all stand on the podium and wait for the cameras to finish clicking.
When they're done, Viktor asks for a microphone and makes an announcement to the audience.
"I know that everyone's tired, but I have a quick announcement to make.
Eight months ago, Yuuri was in a lot of pain and was struggling. And as it turned out, he was pregnant."
He turns around to face me and gives me a smile, "We had a difficult time dealing with all the hormones and what not, the training as well, but we got through it. Together we have come so far, and today, Yuuri has won second place. However, in my eyes, he is the complete and utter number one!"
Viktor exclaims, putting the mic down and facing me. He removes his golden medal and gestures me to kneel, I oblige. He places the golden ring around my neck tenderly, placing a warm kiss on my lips when he finishes.
The crowd all cheer and clap for us.
He turns back around and picks up the mic again. "And we will finish this years competition, together as a family!"
His words captivate the audience, making them quiet as he continues speaking about me, a glint in his eye.
I become so lost in my thoughts staring at Viktor as he speaks that I don't recognise him turn around and ask me something.
"Huh?!" I stutter, jerked away from my thoughts. Baby brain, I scold.
"Can I tell them the gender?" Viktor asks, smiling at me.
"Oh, uh, okay?" I say.
"Sure, honey?" He asks, a hand moving to cup my face. His face showing uncertainty.
"Yes, okay, tell them," I smile back at him.
He turns around again and announces that we are having a baby boy.
The crowd roars with joy, I think, and tries to get onto the rink. The security people have to hold people back.
Viktor turns around and wraps his arms around my shoulder, escorting me to the exit.
Once out Viktor goes all giggly and girlish.
"I told them, they looked so
hap-py and good and lovely and you were great and so pretty. I swear, we need to do that Eros theme again, you looked hot as fúck!" He babbles, his voice taking on a high pitched tone.
"Okay now, lets go home before someone finds us." I tell him, his babbling growing higher and higher at a steady pace.
Viktor drives us back to the apartment, his babbling not stopping once.
When he unlocks the door and lets us in he grabs me by the shoulder and pushes me against the wall.
"You looked so goddamn sexy out on the ice today," he whispers huskily in my ear before kissing and sucking and biting at my neck, leaving new little red marks behind.
"Ah, Viktor~" I gasp
"Show me your Eros, Yuuri." He groans against my flesh.
He moves to remove my clothes, taking off half of my leotard. It gathers around my hips.
"Ghn, Vikt-ah!" I moan as he sucks on my pert nipples.
"I love you~" He whispers, coming back up to me to trap me in a fierce kiss. I taste his mouth, but I also taste something sweet and bodily. I almost roll my eyes. He had to suck all the milk out didn't he?
When he's finished he moves down my body again, leaving a line of butterfly kisses.
I close my eyes and lean my head against the wall.
He stops.
I wait for him to start again, but he stays still.
I open my eyes and look down at him, "what is it?" I ask, still panting a little bit.
"You're bleeding again," he replies, running his hand over my bandage, which is now dripping in red liquid, "too much excitement. Let's get you cleaned up, then we can go to bed, hey?" He smiles.
"Okay," I sigh, defeated.
"It's okay, honey," he tells me, standing up and retrieving the first aid kit, "when he's out, we can go wild."
I laugh at his choice of words.
He gingerly unwraps the bandages covering my stomach, careful not to touch the wound. He then takes a wet washcloth and gently wipes away all the blood.
I, upon looking at my stomach which is bleeding like no tomorrow, start to feel dizzy and lose my balance.
My world begins to look lopsided as I fall.
Viktor sees this and drops his washcloth, diving to catch me as gently as possible.
Thankfully, I land in a pair of soft warm arms.
"Let's get you to the couch," he mumbles to himself.
He lifts me up, bridal style and walks me to the couch, laying me softly down, placing a cushion under my head.
He stands up again and retrieves the first aid kit.
From falling, my gash started to bleed more, so he washed that up too before wrapping the large bandages around my stomach tenderly, kissing my belly as he did so.
I let out a tired, breathless laugh when he tickles my sides with the tips of his fingers.
My smile broadens when he comes up to kiss me gently on the lips. However, the kiss is short lived, as I start to drift off into the land of the sleeping.
"Bed time~" Viktor coos, lifting me up again and placing my in bed, tucking me in softly.
Sleep takes me.
(Viktor's pov)
I clean up all of the blood left on the washcloth before putting the first aid kit away and moving into bed with Yuuri.
I lay next to him and run my hand over his big baby bump.
"Hey, buddy." I greet him, "I'm not sure if you can heat me, but I just want you to know that I-We love you so much and we will try take the best care of you.
I know that it's been difficult for you, having to grow limbs and stuff, but please, I hope that you can help Yuuri push you out because frankly, that seems like an impossible feat for anyone to perform!" I laugh, "I love you so much and I will make sure you have the best life. I'll teach you to skate, do flips and salchos and axles. Yuuri can teach you how to make Katsudon and pork cutlet bowls. He might even tell you what the secret ingredient is!" I whisper, laughing as he kicks lightly into my hand.
"You are my little shining star, but when you grow up, you will be as bright as the sun." I tell him quietly before drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
Okay, so, if you read the last version of this chapter before I updated it, you'd have seen where Viktor loses control, right?
I didn't like that bit in particular and have changed it to this.
If you liked the other part, I've saved a draft of it and am willing to write what happens given that scenario. If not, the story is going to continue like this, k?
Anyways, let me know!
Love you!
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