Hey hey!! New chapter! Barcelona!! This is going to be good...
(Viktor's pov)
I shiver and reach for my blankets.
Nothing.
I reach for Yuuri.
Nothing.
I crack open my left eye and peer around the room.
In the armchair, much to my surprise, sits Yuuri, covered in the blankets, asleep. A baby book sits, fallen in his lap.
I groan and hop up, walking over to him.
His breathing is slow and even; his face soft with sleep.
I smile at his innocence.
I take the book out of his lap and pick him up, laying him in bed next to me.
I leave him in the sheets so he doesn't go cold and wake up, but I do shimmy myself into the blankets surrounding him, overwhelmed with the soft, warm heat.
Yuuri squirms but continues sleeping.
The sheets are so tight around us that Yuuri's belly digs into my side.
"Damn it, Yuuri," I curse, "you had to wrap them around you so tightly.
I bear with it for a little longer. But it escalates to the point where I am suffocating. That's when I shimmy out and find another blanket to sit on the couch with.
I search for a good twenty minutes until I find a big doona and a heat pack.
I settle for that and put the heat pack in the microwave for a few minutes.
I sit down on the kitchen floor wrapped in my doona, waiting for my heat pack to heat.
Microwave minutes are the most agonising minutes in the history of agony.
Finally, the microwave bings and I pull out my pack.
"Baby?" Yuuri asks softly from inside our room.
"Yes?" I reply, "do you need help?"
"Mhmm."
"What do you need, baby?"
"Can I have a juice please?" He asks, his voice taking on that of a child's. Baby brain.
"Of course!" I say, holding the heat pack to me as I pour him a glass of his favourite cranberry juice.
I take the cup to Yuuri, who is sitting upright on the bed, still wrapped in covers.
"Here you are, honey,"
"Thank you," he whispers.
"You feeling well this morning?" I ask.
"Yeah, I feel good." Yuuri smiles at me.
"That's good," I smile back, giving him a peck.
We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other's presence.
"We go to Barcelona today." Yuuri says into his cup.
"Yes. We do, out flights are at midday." I inform.
"What time is it now?"
"Eight thirty."
"We better get packing then." Yuuri sighs, making a move to get up.
"No, no, you stay right there, I'll pack our suitcases." I order, pushing Yuuri lightly back down. "You need as much rest as possible. What with that graze."
He laughs, "it's fine, really."
"No! I'm commanding you! Stay there!" I enforce, pointing at him and then the bed.
He pulls a face but stays put.
"Good boy!" I beam.
He laughs.
I situate myself next to our suitcases and start to pack up some of Yuuri's stuff. My clothes are all packed and neat. However, Yuuri's things are a little more... scattered.
I have to stretch to reach some of Yuuri's clothes, sometimes making me fall over.
While my back is turned, I hear Yuuri unplug his phone to play some games or do something. He plays for a little while while I fold clothes but then there's a bing as a reminder goes through, making Yuuri go silent.
I continue to fold up he clothes, thinking that Yuuri has fallen asleep. However, my thought is put to rest when Yuuri starts sniffling.
Before I can whip around Yuuri calls for me, "Viktor?"
I turn around to face him, "Yes, honey?"
I analyse his face, questioning if he's okay or not. His expression is that of both joy and horror and his eyes are filled with tears. He struggles to say what he wants to say at this moment and lets a tear loose.
My heart breaks a little when I see it fall. I stand up and sit down next to him, holding myself back in case he doesn't want to be held.
He starts to hyperventilate, holding his chest, repeating to himself that he's not ready and that he can't do it.
It gets to the point where he looks absolutely hysterical but no more tears fall.
I end up grabbing his hands and holding them to my face. He looks at me and his breathing slows a little. No words are exchanged.
When his breathing slows to a hiccup, I pull him into me and rock him back and forth slowly, humming my lullaby to him.
His hands move from my back and shoulders to his belly, rubbing it gently.
"He's due today," he hiccups, "he's due, I'm not ready."
He doesn't see because his head isn't pointed toward me but my eyes well up and overflow. I laugh softly and continue to hum and rock Yuuri until his breathing evens and he falls asleep.
After setting Yuuri down to sleep, I race to the lounge room to sit on the floor and sob.
Not a bad sob, I'll have you know. I felt great! My child is to be born today!
In my mix of emotions, I forget to fold Yuuri and I's clothes...
"Yuuri!"
"Yeah!?"
"Have you got my toothbrush?"
"Yeah! It's in my bag!"
"Great! I've got my bag! Let me grab yours!"
"Okay! I'll grab my emergency!"
"Got it!"
We rush out the door, me holding the door open as Yuuri waddles through to the lift.
We meet Pitchit in the car park. He grabs our baggage and throws it in the boot.
Yuuri and I sit in the backseat while Pitchit slams his foot on the accelerator.
I have Yuuri in my arms and he has his emergency birth bag in his.
The emergency birth bag is basically a big bag for Yuuri. When Yuuri goes into labor (we have no idea when) we'll have to take this bag. All it has in it are pain killers, nappies, baby cloths and other baby necessities.
"Viktor! We need to go!" I hear Yuuri's voice call to me.
I snap out of my hallucination and hop out of the car, grabbing our luggage out of the boot at we go.
All four of us (including the baby) dash towards the plane, Pitchit running ahead, yelling to the air hostesses to hold the plane for five more minutes while we board.
Thank god Pitchit manages to threaten the hostess with sue so that we can get on. I usher him and Yuuri into the plane and apologise to the lady, giving her a big tip, which she snatches off me crossly.
I rush in after Yuuri and help him get seated.
As soon as I'm in and comfy, I relax.
Yuuri, who's next to me, is already asleep, his breathing slow and even.
After asking a hostess for a blanket and pillow, I help Yuuri get comfy so he and the baby can get the most rest possible.
After he's done, I put my head on his shoulder and fall into a deep sleep...
(Time skip to landing in Barcelona) Yuuri's pov
I pack up my belongings after the long plane ride and wake up Viktor.
"Honey, wake up, we need to get up soon." I tell him softly, shaking him lightly.
"Mmrf," he mumbles incoherently, turning over slightly.
I frown.
I move closer and lean my head down to his cheek and mouth, peppering them with butterfly kisses as to wake him up more. And as expected, he turns his head to get a better taste of my lips.
He goes to grab my lips but I pull away. He growls lowly, his brow furrowing.
"After you get off the plane and into the car can you have more kisses, buddy."
"Ah! I'm up! I'm up." Viktor chokes out, sitting up as we touch down in Barcelona.
"Good. Now help me pack up." I state, poking his head.
He nods and picks up what's left of our luggage on his side and places it all in our bags.
"Lovely!" I beam, standing up and exiting the plane.
Viktor and I hop onto the platform and walk to the bag pickup with Pitchit. One our bags are collected, we all go to the hire car place to grab a car.
(Time skip to the next day)
"Yuuri, we have to get up, honey."
"Mmm, no!"
"I know you don't want to, but we have to, we have to get to the rink to warm up. It's semi-final day!"
"Oh god," I whisper, cracking my eyes open a sliver.
"Come on, up we get, I've made breakfast." The older man coos, peppering my cheeks and forehead with soft kisses.
I can't help but smile as the man above me starts caressing my sides and swollen belly.
"He's kicking," I whisper into his night shirt.
"My beautiful boys."
"I love you." I breath, pulling him down for a passionate kiss.
"And I, you," Viktor replies, lovingly kissing my forehead, "but we do have to get up."
I let out an exasperated breath but hop up and get out of bed.
"You want sauce?" Viktor asks me once I'm finished changing.
"Uh, BBQ please."
"Of course, my Liege."
Viktor squeezes some BBQ on my scrambled eggs and slides it over the counter to me.
"Thanks,"
"Anytime,"
(Competition time)
The crowds scream and flail around when all the competitors step out into the viewing areas.
Viktor is beside me, emergency bag in one hand, the other on my shoulder.
"Ready?" Viktor asks me, shooting me a grin.
"Haa~ no," I say, letting out a breath, facing the roaring crowd in front of me...
Whew! (人;) that took a long time to write!!!
Okay!! Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter! I quite liked a few of the bits and pieces in there.
I'm sorry for the delay, I just went through mid term exams and have had crazy homework assignments. Sorry (ToT)/~~~
Hope you enjoyed!!!
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