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Viktor's pov. (Three months after)

After telling everyone at the rink that Yuuri was pregnant, life has been so much easier.

Yakov bought us flowers and baby clothes, telling us that it was never too early to prepare.

Yurio and Otabek bought us some baby clothes too plus, Yurio gave me some money personally, asking me to buy only the best for our baby. It warmed my heart to see him so concerned about Yuuri.

Someone even got a little fold out bed into the change room, so Yuuri can sleep when he needs to.

Yuuri's still sleeping at the moment. I'm in the kitchen, fixing breakfast. We don't have training today, so I cook up something nice instead of the regular granola bars and coffee (Yuuri usually has fruit blends and smoothies).

His morning sickness has stopped too. He says that he feels more relaxed and safe now and that the baby feels that way too.

I'm putting the food on the plate when I hear a groan from my room.

"Viktor~," Yuuri whines, "~food."

I smile and pick up his plate, bringing it in to him. One of his hands is in the air, reaching for me; the other is draped over his now enlarged bump.

I help him sit up, placing a pillow on his lap. He grabs the plate of scrambled eggs and toast off me greedily, tucking in. He sighs.

"Oh~ that's good egg,"

I laugh and sit down beside him, starting my plate.

"I'm glad."

Yuuri's nearly 7 months pregnant and he eats so much. Our training has taken up so much time, it feels like only yesterday we told Yakov, Yurio and Otabek about Yuuri's pregnancy.

My thoughts are cut short when Yuuri gasps.

"What? What? Yuuri, are you okay?" I ask, taking the pillow off his lap.

When my hand leaves the pillow, he grabs my hand, resting it on his stomach, moving it back and forth a little. There's a tiny bump.

Yuuri's eyes are glassy. I look at his stomach and rub a little more. There's another bump. I can't help but grin, my cheeks hurting from smiling so broadly. I look up at Yuuri. He looks back into my eyes, tears overflowing. He chokes back a sob/laugh, putting his hands over mine.

I launch myself forward and crash my lips onto his, both of us laughing when the baby kicks again.

We stay like this for so long that our breakfast goes cold; both of us laughing and crying and chatting.

I take our dishes out of our room and wash up while Yuuri takes another nap.

While I wash up, it think about our upcoming competition in China. When Yuuri was practicing and competing people started gossiping about how he was gaining weight and how it would affect his career. Yurio put a stop to this by telling them to fùck off.

Now that Yuuri doesn't look like he's chubby, but pregnant, people will notice so much more.

Yuuri keeps worrying about the press and how they'll discriminate against the child. He also says that he doesn't want to ruin my life as well. Of course I told him that he is my life and that I would rather have the world against me than not have him and our child.

He never seems to grasp the fact that I would lay down my mind, body and soul for him; and now, our child.

I finish washing up and decide to watch some television. I fall into the couch, reaching for the remote, flicking through the channels. 1,2,3,10,21,22,23... I'd done two whole rounds through all the channels, finding nothing but kids shows and international news. I'm still flicking when I hear a news reporter say Yuuri's name. I stop dead.

"In recent news, skating legend Viktor Nikiforov's husband, Yuuri Katsuki is thought to be pregnant. I mean, look at these photos!"

Photos of Yuuri with his stomach exposed at the rink are flashed across the screen.

"What's he supposed to do when he competes? You can't do flips and salcho's with a giant stomach can you?"

I smash the record button on the remote. Yuuri needs to see this.

I continue watching until the segment is over. By the time it is, I'm boiling with rage. They laughed and mocked him, saying that he was unprofessional and that he's a bad example as a skater and a husband.

I flick the tv off and go to sit on the balcony. The fresh air calming me down.

"Viktor?" Yuuri's voice calls, the sound muffled from the glass doors"

"Yes, honey?"

"Come here." He sounds serious

Yuuri's pov.

The loud blaring of the television wakes me up. Napping takes up so much of my time that I can't get much done. So I decide to listen.

People are laughing and criticising someone, in not sure who because Viktor it cursing and growling loudly at them. Until they say my name.

They're laughing about my baby.

I sit on the bed and stare down at myself. Why am I like this. Why didn't I just tell people about this? My mind runs around in circles, telling me lie after lie. It continues until the segment is finished and there's a slam of a roller door.

I sit and sob for a few minutes before cleaning myself up and calling Viktor in.

"Viktor?" I call, trying to sound as if a wasn't breaking down two minutes ago.

"Yes, honey?"

"Come here."

There's some shuffling and the sound of a door closing. Next thing I know, Viktor is in front of me, a look of compressed rage stuck to his usually happy face.

"I-I heard what the TV said," I stutter, the look on his face scaring me, "they're right."

"What? Yuuri! What are you talking about? You are a perfect example and role model and you aren't unprofessional and I will never, ever, think of you like that! You are perfect and beautiful and I love you so much. Never think that those pigs are right about you! You are the most precious person in my life and I will cherish you forever. Don't listen to those asses!" He accuses, pulling me into a tight hug, rambling on.

"Viktor?" I try to say over him.

It doesn't work.

"Viktor!" I almost have to yell over his obsessive ramblings.

He stops and looks down at me, "what?"

"I meant telling the press about this," I point to my belly.

"Oh,"

I giggle.

"But how will you tell them?" He asks.

"If there's any reporters at the rink tomorrow, I'll tell them."

"Will you still compete?"

"Of course!" I say obviously, "the baby is due between the semi and the final."

"Really?" Viktor sounds astonished.

"Yeah, I went to the doctors to find out," I smile, rubbing my belly, "I found out something else too."

Viktor gives me a look of confusion.

I smirk and turn around, walking to the bed. I grab a little box out of under it, giving it to Viktor.

"What's this?" He asks confusedly.

"Open it," I urge.

When I was told the news by the doctor, I went straight to the store to buy clothes, books and toys.

In the box, I put a little blanket at the bottom; on top there were some baby clothes, some toys and a little book. All in the colour blue.

Viktor opens the box.

I stare at him with anxious eyes.

He looks back and forth from my eyes to my belly to the box, each time his face becoming softer and more heartfelt.

"I'm having a son," he chokes.

I don't trust my mouth to say anything so I just nod.

"I'm having a son! I'm gonna be a dad!" He gasps, pulling me so tight against me that I have to cry out.

"What if I'm not a good father? What if he doesn't like me?" Viktor asks himself, his hand moving to his mouth.

"Oh, shut up!" I scold, pulling him down to give him a long, passionate kiss over the little blue box in our hands.

Heyo, I'm quite proud of this chapter!

I sorta want to tell y'all what's going to happen in future chapters but I don't want to spoil the story.

So, all I'll tell you is that there will be some Yuuri problems in future competitions. ( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡)

Love,

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