They stayed at Hasetsu for the rest of the week, enjoying the onsen and Yuuri's family and spending the nights staying up late together, whispering affirmations to each other. By the time they returned to St. Petersburg that weekend, Yuuri was indeed feeling like he was going to overflow with the force of Victor's love, both physical and emotional.
There had been several times throughout the week, though, when Yuuri had seen Victor going off by himself, holding his phone to his ear more often than not. Although he didn't have any more fears about a potential affair, he still couldn't help but wonder what his husband was doing. But the trip back with an excitable poodle and fussy baby prevented him from asking about it, and by the time they finally stumbled into their apartment late at night, Yuuri was simply too exhausted to think about anything other than putting everyone to bed for the night.
He awoke the next morning, certain that he would be alone since it was a work day. To his surprise, Victor was sitting next to him in bed with a mug held in one hand, scrolling through his phone.
With a sleepy voice, he asked, "Vitya? Don't you have to go to work today?"
Victor turned to him with a radiant smile. "Solnyshko! Ohayou! No, I don't. Remember what I told you? I negotiated less hours. They told me that since I'm doing the job fine now, I can mostly work from home, and we're cutting down the time I'm putting in as well."
Blinking, Yuuri scooted himself upward so his back was propped against his pillows. "Are you sure that's ok?"
His husband snorted. "I don't really care if they think it's ok or not. It's happening. Or else this isn't the job for me." He leaned over and kissed Yuuri's head. "My main job is taking care of you and Aki."
Yuuri regarded him carefully, an unspoken question that he was too scared to ask on his tongue.
Victor nodded. "Oh, yes, and Oleg is gone."
"Gone? What do you mean, gone?"
"I mean he no longer works at the federation."
A slow suspicion crept over Yuuri. "Vitya, what did you do?"
Taking a sip from his mug, Victor looked at him with an innocent face that didn't fool Yuuri for a second. "I simply called HR and reported the inappropriate advances that he'd made on an employee, and one with considerable clout with the press, at that." He smiled unpleasantly, then his face changed and he hurriedly said, "Don't worry, muzh moy, he didn't make any physical contact with me. I made sure of that."
Yuuri had, indeed, been worrying about that very thing. He smiled with relief, but then his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you certain it was necessary to get him fired?"
A dark shadow passed over Victor's face, and his eyes turned the blue of an ice storm. "Yes, I thought so too. It wasn't enough to just get him fired. I made sure that he'll regret what he did for a long time." He gave his husband a wide smile, but Yuuri simply regarded him suspiciously. It occurred to him that maybe he should feel a little sorry for Oleg, but then his husband brushed a kiss over his lips.
As he withdrew, he bored his gaze deep into Yuuri's and said, "I love you."
Yuuri smiled. "I love you too, Vitya." He leaned in to return the kiss, but just then Aki's stuttering cry came over the baby monitor. He sighed and started to get out of bed, but Victor pushed him back down.
"No, this is why I adjusted my hours. I'll get her. You stay here and rest." Setting his mug down on his nightstand, he got up and walked to the door, blowing a kiss as he left the room.
Yuuri relaxed back into the bed, and as he listened to the sounds of his husband and daughter over the monitor, his heart felt lighter than it had in several weeks. As Makkachin pushed the door open and bounded up onto the bed to snuggle with him, he smiled and thought about how grateful he was to be home, back to his life with his loves.