Heyo!! I have readers, sort of. Anyways, new chapter, Yuuri and Viktor cuteness!
Yuuri's pov.
I'm not sure how, but we convince Pitchit to take us to our apartment before we start saying anything to anyone. Even if it's all over the news.
Viktor and I are presently in our apartment, putting away our luggage and having a snack.
I pull out a juice and a chocolate and Viktor grabs an apple. He doesn't blame me for my bad food choices of late, he knows I'm eating for two.
We're just finishing up when there's a knock on the door.
"I'll grab it!" I call to Viktor.
I hear a thanks as I waddle to the door.
Pitchit stands in the hallway, seemingly alone; a devious grin on his face. "Hi, Yuuri, I-uh couldn't help myself. I had to do it. Try not to get mad but I-"
I roll my eyes, "get on with it Pitchit," I laugh, a smile playing on my lips.
"I had to tell them!" He beams, all the competitors coming around the hallway corner; each and every one of them holding gifts. Pitchit, chicken nugget, Otabek, Yurio; even JJ, even more that I can't name, all are standing in front of me.
They all start laughing and cheering when I start to cry. The overwhelming joy to have such beautiful people around me and caring for me is the best feeling.
By this time, Viktor is at the door asking what's wrong. He sees the competitors and grins. He invites them all in.
We all sit inside and I try not to bump into anyone as I walk around clumsily, serving drinks.
Everyone is talking about me and what gender the baby is. Of course, I have to tell them it's a boy. And of course they explode saying that they're so happy.
My face is beet red the whole time. Such a sucker for compliments I scold internally. I thank them all graciously, though.
"Yuuri, what are you going to name him?" Pitchit asks.
"Uh, I'm not sure," I say, turning to look at Viktor who is showing Chris the ultrasounds, "Viktor and I have a few names in mind."
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, we do," Viktor says, slightly startled.
"What are they?" Chicken nugget asks. (I forgot what his name is so I called him chicken nugget)
"Lionel, Matheson, Maitri, Tadashi. There's a few more, but those are the main ones." Viktor replies.
"I like Matheson!" Pitchit beams.
"No! Maitri!" Chris interjects.
"Lionel is so much better!" Yurio pipes.
I'm relieved someone likes Lionel because that was my favourite name.
"You should name him jj!" Of course JJ says that!
"What about Tadashi, that's an awesome name!" Otabek defends.
"I agree, Otabek!" Viktor seconds, that's his favourite name.
While everyone's bickering, I take the empty plates and take them into the kitchen, putting them in the dishwasher and setting it to go.
The loud noise was overwhelming, so I left for some peace and quiet. It's nice that they like the names but they made a really big fuss about it.
I let out an exasperated laugh, pouring some juice into a cup.
Two hands slide around my waist, cupping my belly. "You okay?" The familiar voice asks.
"Just a little noisy." I reply, sinking back into the pair of arms.
"I love you,"
"I love you too,"
"No, I mean, I really love you and I'm the happiest man alive because of you."
I laugh, "do you want to come to the doctors to get an ultrasound tomorrow?"
"Of course, I've gone to every single one so far, don't want to break that record."
I laugh, "not like the last one."
I feel him pout, "that was sad to break."
"You loved it,"
"Yes, I did."
I laugh again. But this time, I turn around to give Viktor a kiss on the lips, both of us smiling against each other's lips.
There's a laugh but not ours. Oh god...
I separate myself from Viktor's lips unwillingly and look past him to see Pitchit with his phone, recording the whole thing.
I flush bright red, "Pitchit!" I whine.
"Wha~t," he questions cheekily.
"Delete it!" I tell him.
"Aww! Fine!" He pouts, clicking his phone, "right after I post it!"
"No!" I whine, detaching myself from Viktor and going to Pitchit.
He's just about to press send when I reach him and take his phone.
"Hey!"
"Shush," I scold, deleting the video and several photos, and then deleting them from the deleted section. However, I start to feel bad and decide to leave one photo of us with out backs to the camera.
I give Pitchit's phone back. He groans, "Why so many?"
"Private info, mr!" I scold, "that is not for the public to see."
He looks at me, gobsmacked. I never speak like that.
A wheezing sound comes from behind me. I turn around and see Viktor trying not to burst into a fit of laughter.
I put my hands on my hips, "what?"
"Phwahahahaha!" He bursts, "oh ... my ... god, Yuuri! You sounded so funny!" He gasps.
I try to stay positive and laugh with him.
The others come in and tell us they have to leave for a training session and dinner. I wave them goodbye. Pitchit sticks around for another ten, twenty minutes more to talk to me about how the pregnancy was, in case he wanted kids one day.
He soon leaves though, to meet up with his lover, I'm not sure who yet.
I pull my happy face off and grab some juice from the fridge, flopping onto the couch. I'm so big that a can't though, so I have to ease myself down.
I sigh and lie down, closing my eyes. I know that Viktor laughing at me isn't a big deal, but I somehow feel like bursting into tears.
I try to hold them back, but they already start overflowing out of my closed eyelids and down my cheeks.
It's also very inconvenient that I can't lie on my belly to hide my tears either, so I have to curl up on my side and sob quietly.
"Yuuri! Do you want room service for dinner?" Viktor calls across the apartment.
I don't respond.
"Yuuri?"
I curl up a little tighter.
Footsteps approach me. A hand rests on my shoulder, "Yuuri," he says softly, "Yuuri."
"No," I sob, pulling away from his grasp, moving closer into the centre of the couch.
His hands hesitates, "Are you okay, do you need a hug?" He asks quietly, thinking it's an anxiety attack.
"No," I sob again, my shoulders and stomach convulsing.
"Baby, if it's about what happened before, I'm sorry if I hurt you or your feelings. I'm sorry if I was too loud or too insensitive. I wasn't sure whether to let the others come in. I just thought you would like them-"
"You laughed at me." I interrupt quietly, "You laughed at me and my hormones and stupidity."
I can feel him make a face.
"Darling, I would never do that! I think you are the most beautiful person in the whole world and I love you to death." He states, passionately, "I was laughing because you sounded like a mother and it didn't sound like the usual you."
"So you don't think I'll be a good mother?" I ask weakly.
"No! God no! I think you'll be the best mother!" He defends himself, "it just didn't sound like the normal, shy, adorable Yuuri. It sounded like the motherly, stern Yuuri."
It doesn't make me feel better, "but what if I am a bad mother and my own baby doesn't like me?"
"Honey, how could anyone hate you!"
"Because I'm an emotional wreck! I'm happy and laughing one minute, eating the next and them exploding at them saying that they're morons. And then I'm too self conscious to do anything like pose for a photo!" I cry out, clutching a pillow, "I'm a worthless piece of crap and people will hate this baby and hate me for taking you away from your carrier! They'll shame me and this child and he'll grow up sad, not having a good life with such a shït person for a mothe-"
"Yuuri Nikiforov! Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Viktor roars.
I take my head out of the couch and face him. He has never spoken to me like that.
"You need to get those delusions out of your head! You are the most beautiful person anyone has ever met and they all cherish you. The only thing you don't understand is the fact that you can't accept that sometimes. You bottle your feeling too deep down and it eats away at you from the inside out. I know that when you have those occasional anxiety attacks you can't get out of bed and you don't like loud noises and you want affection but you can't ask for it! You need to let me know when you're in pain, because I want to help you! Because if a can't help you, it kills me. This child is the luckiest child in the world! He will have the most amazing mother who will love him and look after him and will give the best life he could possibly have! Now, don't you dare doubt yourself ever again!" Viktor growls, clutching my shoulders while he speaks and crashing his lips down onto mine when he's finished.
"Mhn!" I gasp into his hot lips.
His warm mouth pushes mine down and keeps me there, stopping me from saying anything until we have to come up for overrated but necessary air.
Our breath heavy and stomachs churning, we stare at each other.
"Don't ... ever ... say that ... again." Viktor whispers through pants.
I hum quietly in response.
"I love you, and I need you, and our little boy will have everything and more, and that includes you. You are the best mother for this child and he will grow up to me a beautiful man."
"M hm."
His eyes search my face, looking for a negative reaction.
I think he sees the disbelief and anxiety in my eyes because he pulls me closer and encircles his arms around my shoulders, rubbing his hands soothingly on my back.
"I'm not ready yet," I whisper in his arms, "how am I supposed to have this child?"
"I don't know, but I do know that I will be there every step of the way."
I let out an exasperated laugh.
He starts to rock us back and forth slowly singing a lullaby in Russian. I understand his words.
"One day we'll be old and grey and we'll build a house on top the hill. And we'll sit on the porch and watch the sun set on the sea~"
Oh god, this chapter made me sad. I hope y'all enjoyed it too. The next chapter will be the ultrasound and the beginning of the competition maybe. Hope you enjoyed,
Love,
MackaPacka2203