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Viktor's pov. (A few weeks later)
(Yuuri is about eight and a bit months preggers)
After discussing what to do about our son, Yuuri and I made an agreement to tell the press when they next showed up. But ironically, they didn't show up for the next few weeks. Until, fortunately, they came back two days before we head to China. They bombarded us with questions, stopping Yuuri from saying anything.
And that's where we are now.
Yuuri is trying to muster up the courag to tell them, but it failing miserably. I decide to take over.
"Shut up! All of you!" I shout loudly, pulling Yuuri gently behind me.
One of them pipes up, putting his recorder up, "Why hasn't Yuuri been practicing as much as you have?"
"Because he fell pregnant a couple months ago."
I try to sound confident and stay securely on the ground, but I fail, sounding weaker than I wanted to.
The reporters explode. Each and every one of them belting out question after question, advancing on us like a lioness approaching her prey.
I pull Yuuri closer to me and shield him from the view of the reporters.
People from inside the rink hear the commotion and come outside. Yakov, Yurio and Otabek in particular run to our sides, pushing us back and into the rink.
The whole place goes into lock down it's so serious.
Because only Yurio, Otabek and Yakov knew about Yuuri's pregnancy and how far along he is, they try to calm everyone else down too, stopping them from getting angry at us for keeping it a secret.
Within half an hour, everyone is either crying, laughing or hugging us. Yuuri still looks uncomfortable though, almost dizzy on his feet.
I tell everyone that we're going to the press room because Yuuri needs some peace and quiet; I usher him into the door and lock it behind me.
"Are you okay?" I ask, clasping his face in my hands.
His face contracts and his eyes start watering. "They all looked so disgusted." He whispers, tears rolling down his cheeks.
I knew that Yuuri would get hormonal and emotional during his pregnancy but the way he completely broke down in front of me was probably the worst I'd ever seen of it.
He collapsed into me and we sat for a solid half an hour, him sobbing and me telling him that it was okay.
However, when we were nearing and hour he stopped and cried out painfully, grabbing me by the shoulder roughly, fingernails digging into my skin.
"Yuuri!"
"Agh!" He gasps, digging his head into the crook of my neck.
It only lasts a moment before he unlatches his nails from my back and sits back, panting.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" I practically yell, supporting his back and shoulders so he doesn't fall backwards.
"Yeah...just a contraction." He pants, trying to wave it away.
"A contraction!?," I gasp incredulously, "do I need to get you to the hospital?"
"No, no, it happens to everyone, one or two months before the due date, your body does this" he says, looking tired, "he's just a little lively. It doesn't happen often; mostly in the middle of the night."
"Why don't you wake me up?"
"Because you need your rest if you want to train well. I know I'm not going to win this year," he chuckles, "plus, you look too gorgeous to wake up."
I frown at him. "How can I help you through this?"
He laughs and places my hand on his belly, "Just be there and tell me you love me."
"I love you."
"And I, you."
He giggles and reaches out to envelope me in a hug, but I dodge him and give him a long, hard kiss on the mouth.
We both laugh when the baby kicks our hands, wanting us to stop. This kid's going to be full of attitude.
"I'm not forgetting you, mr!" I tell him, bringing down my head, lifting Yuuri's shirt and kissing his belly all over, making sure to reach every inch.
Yuuri giggles, pulling my hair a little, "we should probably start practicing."
I stop and pull him up and lead him to the door.
"Wait! One sec." Yuuri gasps, pulling his hand out of mine and jogs to the mini fridge and grabs some juice and a slice of cake.
I sigh. This man will be the death of me.
We head back out to the rink, which has just opened up the doors again, letting all the reporters in.
When they catch sight of us, they all rush over, this time keeping their distance.
"Yuuri, will you still be competing this year?" One of them asks.
I go to tell them, but Yuuri grabs my hand and gives me a reassuring nod of his head. He steps forward and all the cameras and recording devices go into the air, trying to get everything he says.
"I will still be competing this year."
"Whose child is it?"
"Do you really have to ask?" He smiles, looking back at me.
"When is it due?"
"In the next month or two."
"Do you know the gender?"
"Yes, but I won't tell you."
A groan goes through the crowd.
Yuuri continues to answer questions for another half hour. But the more questions he answers, the more personal and hard the become. They escalate to the point where he is unable to answer any more. I have to pull him back and tell the reporters that he won't be answering any more questions.
The rest of the day is a series of training sleeping and eating.
(Two days later, on the plane to China)
Yuuri's pov.
On the plane to China, ironically, Viktor is more tired than I am.
We're currently on the plane, Viktor's head on my shoulder, a magazine in his hand. I've got some baby books that I'm reading up on, learning as much as I can so I can be the best possible parent that I can be.
Every time I think about my baby boy, a shiver goes down my spine and into my womb, making me smile.
An air hostess interrupts my thoughts and asks me if I want anything to eat. Of course, I accept asking for something fruity and nutritious. She looks at me fondly and brings out a little container from under where all the regular food is stored. "You need something special," She says quietly, looking down at my belly, "you're carrying another load, we don't want you eating the regular stuff."
Her kindness makes me grin. I thank her and watch her leave.
Inside the container is a few little goodies. Fresh fruit and veggies, a little glass of juice, a few pregnancy vitamin pills and some sweets.
I start with the veggies, knowing that the baby will be grateful for the food that he's been lacking for the past hour. Then I move onto the juice and tablets. I take a swig of juice and two tablets, letting that sit for a little. Then I help myself the the little chewy candies at the bottom. There's only a few, so I try to make them last.
"Mhn, Yuuri?" Viktor mumbles, "whatcha got~?"
"Open your mouth," I say, smiling.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
He opens his mouth and I pop a candy into it. His face softens as the sweet hard candy lands on his tongue.
"Where'd you get candy~?" He whines.
"The air hostess gave some to me. It was in a special pregnancy food pack." I say gratefully.
"I wish I could have that." Viktor whines again.
"Well, you're not the one carrying a hungry baby, are you?"
He pouts.
I giggle softly and stroke his head, playing with his soft platinum locks.
When Viktor is just about to fall asleep, the air hostess walks up beside us.
"Please, take this." She says, handing a little remote to me, "if you ever need anything, please press this button and I'll come over." She points to a little red button on the remote.
I smile and thank her. When she walks away I fully notice how tall and slender she is and how her brown hair falls so effortlessly against her shoulders.
If only her hair was platinum, she would look just like Viktor when he was young.
I smile again and fall asleep playing with Viktor's hair.
The next day...
The day starts with a trip to the bathroom and the reoccurrence of my dinner. A great start to the first days of proper competition right?
When I'm finished I walk back to my seat next to Viktor and make myself comfortable in the blankets and pillow that the air hostess gave us.
In China, it's the middle of the day, but in Russia, its early morning. The jet lag isn't going to help with mornings much. I groan.
This wakes Viktor up almost instantly.
"Yuuri, are you okay?" He asks, sitting up a little.
"Yeah, I just finished up in the bathroom." I say, smiling.
"Did you vomit?"
"Just a little, it's all good," I reassure him, "it's just jet lag, he'll get used to it." I rub the spot on my belly where his head would be.
Viktor mumbles in agreement and leans down to kiss my belly, softly running his hands up and down the parts his lips don't reach.
Unfortunately, a loud mouth behind us clears his throat and starts telling us off off being so disgusting in public. He also told us to our faces that we were,quote, 'dirty homos'!
Viktor's face goes beet red and he looks like he's about yell at the man, but I stop him and call the air hostess to either move us or the man to a different seat. He moves.
ping* "Passengers and crew, please brace for landing."
The air hostess gives me a wink as she walks by.
Viktor eyes her cautiously, "She looks like she has the hots for you."
I scoff, "She's just being relatable."
"What do you mean."
"While you were asleep, she told me that she's lesbian and that she had twins with her wife. She showed me a photo, they're super cute! That's why she gave me the special pack. She makes them herself so that the pregnant people who catch the plane can have some nice food that solves their cravings on a flight."
Viktor's eyes widen, "cool chick,"
He says, admiringly, "that's really cool of her."
I laugh at his choice of language.
We straighten up for the landing and try to stay still when the plane hits the ground, throwing us around a little.
Once off the plane with all our baggage, we head for the car park.
Conveniently, we see Pitchit hiring a car too. I call over to him.
Pitchit's head whips around when he hears my voice, "Yuuri! Viktor!" He gasps, "Yuuri, you're so big! Look at you! I heard the new news on he radio! Congratulations!"
He beams and pulls us over to where he's hiring his car, "A four wheel drive please!" He tells the man behind the counter, "you guys are driving with me."
"What, no! You don't need to do that!"
"Yes I do, as your congratulatory gift!" Pitchit tells us, nodding his head.
"Well, at least let us pay for half of the bill." Viktor pipes up, handing Pitchit a handful of money.
Pitchit frowns but takes it, paying for the car, "Now, lets go meet the other competitors!"
Yay! Longest chapter so far (1963 words) Hope you guys enjoy, let me know if anything bothers you, I'll deal with it.
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