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Yuuri's pov.
I wake up to a churning stomach and a sore body.
I jump up as best I can and try to get to the toilet, barely making it before my bodily fluids start flowing out of me at a steady pace.
Viktor hops up and walks to me, tying up my hair and rubbing my back soothingly. Somehow, my vomit doesn't last as long as it did before. Maybe the baby's more relaxed now.
I mumble a thanks to Viktor and hop straight into the shower. There is no need to take off any clothes; last night took care of that.
Viktor joins me, washing over both of us with a sponge and bubbly soap.
He ravishes my body with kissess, rubbing my stomach and chest lovingly, whispering sweet nothings.
We hop out and get dressed; grabbing our skates and gym gear, heading for the gym.
I agree, much to Viktor's dismay, to run to the rink. I wanted to get into shape before competition. Even if I could only preform in a few.
By the time we reach the rink, I'm half starved.
"I told you," Viktor says, sounding like a smart ass.
"Told you what?"
We turn around and see Yurio and Otabek standing at the entrance of the rink.
Viktor shoots a look at me, can we tell them?
I nod slightly.
Viktor try's to go up to them, but is stopped when the paparazzi inside the rink see us. They flood out onto the pavement, surrounding us.
I am suddenly very aware of my stomach and tight fitting shirt.
My heart starts hammering.
Viktor whips around and pushes through the crowd, pulling off his jacket and covering me in it.
He pulls me close to him. "Go to the press room." He whispers into my ear, pushing me away from him.
He starts talking to the reporters, drawing the attention away from me.
I slink away and head to the press room.
The press room used to be an office, but renovations were made to the rink, making it a spare room.
Ever since Viktor became famous, paparazzi would swamp him and other skaters, trying to get all the juicy bits and pieces out of them.
Viktor told me that he found this little abandoned office and thought it was a great place to escape. He bought a bunch of sound counselling foam and covered the room in it. Over time, he and others have added things to it, such as a mini fridge full of snacks, benches, a table and a microwave.
I open the door and step inside, making a beeline straight to the fridge, grabbing the first thing that I see, which is a slice of cold pizza. I bite longingly into it, savouring the old, cold taste of cheese and bacon.
When I'm finished, I grab a glass and fill it with cranberry juice, taking little sips every few seconds.
I gasp when the door opens, revealing Yurio and Otabek.
"Hey," I say quietly.
"Hey," they both reply in unison.
"What're you drinking?" Yurio speaks up.
"Cranberry juice," I reply, looking into my cup.
"Don't you hate that stuff?"
"I do." I reply, questioning myself.
They don't say anything, just look at me strangely.
The awkward silence is broken when Viktor barges through the door, voices following behind him. Yakov follows soon after.
Viktor rushes to my side, asking me if I'm okay and if the reporters got to me.
Everyone looked really uncomfortable and concerned looking at us.
Viktor glances at me asking me again if I can tell them. I nod.
He turns around and faces the other skaters, his face serious,
"Okay, first off, this is very serious and I want none of you to tell anyone, not a soul."
"What's going on?" Yakov asks suspiciously.
"Yuuri and I have an announcement to make and we don't want the media knowing about it because-"
"Cut to the chase." Yurio interrupts.
"I'm pregnant," I blurt out, trying to keep a straight face, "it's Viktor's."
Yurio looks disgusted, it makes my heart hurt. Yakov and Otabek on the other hand are smiling like idiots.
Yakov beams and grabs Viktor by the shoulder, pulling him into him, giving him a warm hug. He praises Viktor loudly in Russian, to which I don't understand.
Otabek walks up to me and envelopes me in a hug, "congratulations, I'm so happy for you." He whispers into my ear.
Yurio comes up behind him, squeezing himself between us.
"Gross that you guys had sex, but thanks for making him happy." He says blushing and looking down.
I smile, tears forming in my eyes.
"Don't cry," Yakov says, his Russian accent thick.
He crushes me in a big bear hug, laughing when tears of happiness pour from my eyes.
I see Viktor out of the corner of my eye talking to Otabek and Yurio. He meets my eyes and smiles.
So this is what it feels like to be a family.
Heya, how're y'all goin? Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
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