Viktor's pov. (The next day)
A gurgling sound and a sputter wake me from my deep sleep. I crack my eyes open and look for Yuuri.
There's another gurgle.
I crane my neck around in the general direction of the bathroom and look for Yuuri there. And to no surprise, I find him hunched over the toilet bowl, emptying out the contents of his stomach.
I hop up and walk around to him. He smiles at me weakly before hunching back down, releasing another mouthful of bile and food. I tie up his long bangs and rub his back soothingly while he retches for the next ten minutes.
We don't say anything, I hand him some water once he's done and leave so he can have a shower.
Yesterday's episode took both of us by surprise. I was too insensitive and thought that Yuuri was okay, even though he wasn't. And Yuuri was taken by surprise with his sudden attack of hormones.
He also had an anxiety attack soon after the episode so we both were shaken pretty badly.
I sang to him until he fell asleep in my arms yesterday. I vaguely remember singing old lullabies my mother used to sing to me when I couldn't sleep.
She used to write songs and sing to me in the most melodic voice until I fell asleep each night. She used to sing about rolling hills in the south, rich forests in the east, vast deserts in the west and little houses on hills in the north. That was where we were. We lived on the top of a little hill and my parents would watch the sun go down each night.
When we return back to Russia, I will build Yuuri a home on the top of a hill in the forests and sing to our child each night.
I make a vow silently in my head to do exactly that.
I sit down at the bench of the apartment and eat some muesli. I left some juice and a nut bar for Yuuri in the fridge.
I'm just finishing up when Yuuri steps out of the room, puffy eyed and red faced. He's been crying. "Do I look alright?" He asks, looking down at himself.
"You look absolutely stunning." I state, trying to lift the mood, "Are you ready for the ultrasound?"
He nods softly, doubt and fear covering every feature.
"I love you. You look absolutely beautiful. You will be the best mother. And you will have the best life." I tell Yuuri, covering him with a jacket and then my arms and chest. He leans in gratefully.
He sighs softly into my shoulder, "let's go" he whispers.
"Of course, my love."
We go down the elevator and hop into our hire car that Pitchit left.
Because we're in China, we decided to go to hospital instead of the local doctor. We weren't sure who to trust.
Yuuri sits in the passenger seat next to me while I drive. The silence is unnerving.
"Viktor?" Yuuri breaks the silence after the first twenty minutes in the car.
"Yes, honey?" I say, sending a glance in his direction before concentrating on the road again.
"I'm, uh, sorry about yesterday." He mumbles softly, looking down at his belly.
I smile, "It's perfectly fine honey. I'm getting used to your hormones and I'm learning how to make you happy. I promise not to be insensitive and irresponsible toward you at all! And as soon as we get back to Russia I will buy us a big block of land on a hill and put a beautiful home on top of it!" I beam, smiling at Yuuri, lightening the mood and stopping him from thinking he did something wrong when he didn't.
I manage to get a laugh out of Yuuri.
"See! You're happier already!"
I smile over at Yuuri and our son in his belly. Yuuri suddenly takes a deep breath and grabs some water out of the cup holders in our car.
"Yuuri? Are you-"
He holds up a finger. His chest is puffed out and he's not breathing.
He lets out a gasp after a minute and his chest rises and falls as he starts breathing again. He takes a swig of water.
"What was that?" I ask.
"Hiccups," he responds.
"You weren't making any hiccupy noises like you usually do."
"No, but he was bumping around in
there like a bouncy ball, I wanted to see if I could get rid of it." Yuuri says, gesturing his hands to his belly.
"Oh!" I say, surprised. Babies can get the hiccups?
"Yeah, if he hates the hiccups as much as I do, I think he'll be grateful for me getting rid of them."
"Of course he will. Who likes the hiccups anyways?" I ask, incredulously.
"Who knows."
Yuuri's pov. (At the hospital)
The doctor rubs the cool gel on my exposed stomach and rubs his little machine over the top of it.
Viktor is standing next to me, shifting his weight back and forth.
"Well?" He asks after a short moment.
The doctor looks at him confusedly.
"宝宝健康吗?" I ask the doctor in the most fluent Chinese I can muster. (Is the baby healthy?)
"是的，非常好的!" He beams back. (Yes, very good.)
I turn to Viktor, "The baby's healthy."
He lets out a sigh of relief.
"当他由于?" I ask. (When is he due?)
"在下周或两个." The doctor replies. (In the next week or two.)
I translate to Viktor.
We exchange worried glances, the semi final is in a week and a half! I might miss it.
"你有一个确切日期?" I ask. (Do you have an exact date?)
"一个星期从现在，至少." He tells us, (A week from now, at least.) "但在一个尺寸喜欢的是，他可能是一个小晚." (But at a size like that, he might be a little late)
"你的意思"大小这样"?" I ask him. (What do you mean, "a size like that"?)
"中国的父母通常有稍大的肚子比你做的。因此您的儿子可能是一个小迟于一个星期." He informs, which I find a little offensive. (Chinese parents usually have slightly larger bellies than you do. So your son might be a little later than a week.)
I translate all of this to Viktor. He looks offended too, "Can you tell him that we're done here?" Viktor asks me. I nod.
"好了，谢谢你，再见." I tell the doctor. (Okay, thank you, goodbye)
He waves us off and brings in his next patient.
"I'll make sure our son never acts like that!" I say quietly to myself.
Viktor's arm goes around my shoulder, "don't listen to him."
"No, I will, I do think that the baby will come in the semi, I just won't listen to the fact that this," I gesture to my belly, "is too small! Because it's pretty damn big if you ask me!"
Viktor laughs, "I love you."
"I love you too,"
"So, where to next, my love?" Viktor asks, strapping me into the car. That went quickly.
"To the ice rink." I tell him.
"Aye aye captain."
I giggle at his silliness.
"Let's go!" He says, driving toward the rink.
Viktor's pov (the ice rink)
Much to my surprise, Yuuri decides to go to the rink to practice.
In my opinion, he should be taking it easy!
His mood in the car shifted from happy and laughing to doubtful and sad at the mere mention of a word.
I've now sorted out his trigger words and tones. As soon as I put on a doubtful tone, he starts to sink into his anxiety. But when I start being bright and bubbly like I usually am, he brightens up too.
Positive and negative words like love and hate; good and bad; trigger his anxiety. I make mental notes every time he reacts to words in a sentence.
When we make it to our local rink, Yuuri starts practice right away.
His routine is similar to his one he did when I was training him. Except, this time there is only one, easy quad that he can do.
We scratched all the difficult jumps in case he landed wrong and hurt himself and/or the baby.
By the time we're finished, Yuuri is absolutely and utterly covered in sweat and is panting like a dog in heat.
We arrived here at 3:00pm and it's 8:30pm now and Yuuri hasn't stopped once!
His eyes look sunken and dark and his hands and shaking with exhaustion.
He looks at my concerned face and smiles weakly, "One more run through."
"No! You will not have 'one more run through'!" I tell him sternly, grabbing onto his hand, "we're going home and you're going to get some rest before the competition tomorrow!"
Oh! And did I forget to tell you, the competition is tomorrow!!
"Aw, but-"
"No buts mister! Car, now!" I tell him, standing firm.
He pouts but steps off the rink, mumbling.
He sits down and undoes his laces before plunking them in a bag and heading to the car.
Just like a child, I think before following after him.
In the car, he stays silent, taking small sips out of his water bottle.
"Ah! Aghn!" He gasps, clutching his belly. Quite suddenly, actually.
"Contractions or do I need to help you?" I ask, slowing down the car a little.
"Contraction, help." He lets out between gasps, moans and groans. He holds out his hand for me to hold.
I take it and continue driving. Thank god for automatic cars!
"I love you, it's okay, it'll be over soon." I tell Yuuri.
"Gh, I love you, ah! Too." He replies tiredly. "Oh sweet Jesus ... god!"
His cussing alarms me, "Yuuri?"
"H-hold on a sec," he tells me, his hold on my hand tightening into a death grip.
"Gah!" He groans, putting his head forward and panting into his belly. His hand loosens.
"Are you alright?" I ask him.
He doesn't answer. He's still panting and gasping.
"Yuuri?"
"Please, can we go home?" He asks.
"Of course! Of course!" I say, speeding up a little.
Yuuri's contraction was so severe that he couldn't walk to the hotel. So I carried him up.
"It's okay, baby, I got you." I tell him as he pants and nods off in my arms.
"Mmh,"
"Shh, sleep,"
He frowns a little and buries his head into the crook of my arm.
I open up the door to our apartment and lay him in bed.
"Viktor?" Yuuri asks for me.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"Kiss me." He commands softly.
"What?"
"Kiss me," he tells me again, "please."
"Uh, okay?"
I look down at his tired, vulnerable face and feel vaguely unnerved.
He looks up at me, waiting for me to start.
I frown internally and bow my head down to touch my lips lightly to his.
He grows impatient and pushes my lips open and thrusts his tongue into my mouth.
"Mhmm," he hums into my mouth.
"Pwah!" I pull away from him. He frowns at me.
"Why'd you stop?" He complains, taking small gasps.
"We need to sleep. There's a competition tomorrow."
He pouts.
"I'm sorry, baby, but you'll be tired tomorrow if you don't sleep."
"I don't care!" He whines. "I love you, please, just one night?"
"Yuuri, you're making it really hard to stop," I warn.
"I don't care~" he says seductively, moving his hips up to meet mine.
I groan. "Quickly," I say.
"Yay!" He chirps, pulling me down to him, trapping me in a fierce kiss.
( ͡ ͜ʖ ͡) I'm not going to finish that bit, I'll let y'all imagine the loveliness.
Anyways, hope you like, longest chapter so far with (2007 words)
Next chapter is about the competition, I don't think I'll put too many Yuuri problems.
Enjoy,
Love,
MackaPacka2203