Okay guys!! New chapter, and if you guessed from the title, we are welcoming a new character!!!!!!!!!

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This will probably be a colossal chapter, so get your reading glasses on!!!

(Yuuri's pov)

I sit down on the first seat I can find and try to breathe deeply.

I'm usually okay during competition, but today feels different. Maybe it was because I had three (yeah, three) contractions last night that left me a panting mess. Or perhaps the baby is nervous too.

My thoughts drift away from me when Pitchit sits down beside me, "You okay?" He asks.

"I don't know," I say honestly, placing a hand over my belly. "I think something is making him restless."

He pulls a face, "May I?" Pitchit asks, gesturing to my belly.

"Oh, yeah, sure." I grant, leaning back so my belly is more exposed to him.

He lays a soft hand on me, tracing out where all the parts of the child are, starting with the feet, the hands and finally, his head.

"Oh, god I can't wait to have one of these." He breathes quietly to himself, putting a hand to his own stomach.

I'm confused at his statement, but instinct tells me that he has something he's dying to tell someone. So I place my hand over his, looking into his eyes, "are you okay?"

He takes a deep breath and looks away from me.

"Hey, if you're not okay, you need to tell me. I'm your best friend, I'm here to look after you."

He looks up at me this time, eyes glassy, "I'm not okay."

I feel something break inside me and I envelope him in a bear hug, his face on my swollen chest. He starts to sob.

I hold him tightly as he shakes and shivers in my arms.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

He shakes his head.

"In private?"

He nods.

"Alright, come with me."

His head still buried in my chest, I lead him to the private rooms. I lock the door behind me and turn to face the red faced smaller boy in front of me. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, it's just I'm not married." Pitchit exclaims with a hiccup.

"You're sad because you aren't married?" I ask incredulously.

"No, I just," he pauses and looks around the room for cameras, "I'm pregnant." He whispers.

"Oh, Pitchit." I breathe. "Does anyone else know?"

"My mother, that's all. She saw the testers."

"Oh god, Pitchit!" I sigh, pulling him back into an embrace as he starts to break down further. "Not even your partner?"

"No! How could I tell him! He would hate me! He doesn't like kids! What can I do?" Pitchit sobs, almost sinking into a puddle of tears.

"How far along are you?"

"Four months,"

"Pitchit, you need to tell him,"

"How can I!" He yells, "I can't do this! He'll leave me! And I can't get an abortion because I love the baby!"

"Who's the father?" I whisper.

"Seung Gil Lee."

The emo dude? I think to myself.

"Oh, geez, okay."

"Don't tell him!" Pitchit gasps, grabbing onto my shirt.

"I won't, I'm keeping him away from you for the rest of the competition!"

"But, he's cheering me!"

"Regardless, you're staying away from him, if you're like this with me, then who knows how you'll be with him!"

He pulls a face but nods.

"Can Pitchit Chulanont please proceed to the rink."

"I've got to go." Pitchit whispers.

"One sec." I stop him. I turn him around and pull a tissue from my bra and wipe up his face.

"Thanks."

"Go get 'em!" I cheer before ushering out of the door.

When he's out of sight, I hunch over and breathe slowly. Something is not right today.

Pitchit and Chris are the first two, they are then followed by me and Viktor.

Let's hope I can hold out that long.

(Viktor's pov)

"Yuuri! I'm back, I've got you're water!" I call out.

"Yuuri?"

He's gone. Maybe he went to the bathroom.

I sit down and play on my phone.

"Can Pitchit Chulanont please proceed to the rink."

I look up and to see Pitchit, red eyed and puffy faced step onto the rink. Yuuri follows soon after. He sits down beside me, letting out a huff as he does so.

"Are you okay?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Is he okay?" I ask, gesturing to Pitchit.

"He's having a hard time at the moment." Yuuri lets out a exhausted breath.

"Family troubles?"

"Sort of."

(Time skip to Yuuri's turn to skate)

My wife glides out onto the ice and gets into position prior to his performance.

The music starts and he sets off.

"Hey," Chris welcomes, standing next to me.

"Hi, Chris."

"How's bubble boy?"

"Bubble boy!?" I laugh.

"Well, he looks like a big bubble, am I wrong?" Chris laughs with me.

"Well, yeah. But he's my bubble boy and he's doing okay at them moment."

"That's good, poor guy, having to do flips with that thing in the way." He comments.

"Yeah," I laugh, "How are you and your partner going?"

"Oh yeah~!" Chris laughs with a sing song voice. "Did I mention that we're engaged?"

"Oh my god! Chris!" I beam. "Why didn't you tell me sooner!?"

"We wanted to keep it quiet, it was easier."

"Well, congratulations! I'm so happy for you! Show me the ring!" I command of him.

"I-uh. I proposed to him."

"Oh! Is he an omega as well?"

"He's a beta."

"Well, good job and good luck, I'm happy for you."

"Thanks."

"Chris!" A voice calls.

"That's me, I gotta go."

"That's okay, you have fun, bye."

"Bye." Chris waves, turning around and running, I think, to his now fiancé.

I turn back around and watch Yuuri complete the first half of his routine.

However, out of the corner of my eye I see Pitchit.

"Hey! Pitchit!" I wave him over.

"Hey, you haven't seen Seung have you?" He asks, walking over to me and hunching himself next to me.

"No, are you looking for him."

"No, I'm trying to avoid him."

"Oh, why-" I go to ask, but I am interrupted my an almost scream from the rink.

Both Pitchit and I look to see Yuuri (still continuing his routine) in the middle of a severe contraction.

"Oh shīt!" I gasp, quickly tying up my laces and heading to the rink entrance.

"No! Viktor, don't!" Pitchit calls after me, grabbing my hand and pulling me back.

"Why not?" I ask, quite hotly. Over the past few months when Yuuri's contractions have increased in severity, I've always been there to help him and if people hold me back, away from him, I grow quite angry. I nearly punched Mila.

"You'll only make it worse."

"What do you mean?"

"When in the middle of a contraction, the child senses its family members, if you suddenly go out there, the baby will want you and the contraction will worsen." Pitchit states, pulling me further back.

"No it doesn't, I'm helping him!" I growl.

"No you're not."

"Yes I am." I raise my voice.

"He's only had contractions when he's been with you. And as the baby has grown, they've become worse because the baby wants you!"

By this time, I'm angry and frustrated.

"Oh for god sake. What would you know Pitchit?! Huh? You're not the one out on the rink in pain. You don't have a partner who hates seeing you in pain! You're not pregnant! How would you know about being pregnant and having a wife or husband, huh?" I roar, my heart pounding.

A mix of emotions crosses the boys face, the most prominent being hurt.

"I do have a partner and I do know." He whispers quietly but with a deadly tone, still clutching my arm, "I do know what Yuuri feels. I am his best friend and I have known him much longer than you have, Viktor Nikiforov. I know how his mind and body works, just as he does mine. I know what he feels out there. Maybe not quite to his extent, but I feel the same thing."

His words confuse me. "What?"

"I know what he feels because I have a baby too." He whispers, a low growl coming out afterwards.

"You're?"

"Yeah, I am pregnant and I am in pain. I had a spaz attack when I was out there too! I saw my partner and I couldn't breathe!" Pitchit accuses, making me feel guilty. "Now get down or go away so you can't see you're wife, otherwise I will."

He spits his words out like poison and stomps away, fists clenched and shoulders squared.

I brush off his words and turn around to face Yuuri, still struggling on the rink. He gets a glimpse of me and lets out another groan and turns around.

I'm hit with a wave of dread.

Pitchit was right.

I gasp and step back. Then I run...

(Yuuri's pov)

I step out onto the rink and begin my routine and coordinate my steps so everything flows nicely. After the last muck up mid performance, I choreographed an additional two minutes into my routine so that if it were to happen again, I would be able to continue if necessary.

Everything is going well; I'm landing all my jumps and acing all my footwork until I'm shot with a sharp and almost numbing pain in my side and lower stomach.

I let out a scream and miss my quad!

"Shít," I curse, continuing my performance, but bringing down my steps by an octave.

I'll be behind when I finish.

I'm bearing with the pain as I perform some easy footwork. The pain is just subsiding when I see Viktor out of the corner of my eye.

The pain suddenly increases.

I let out a groan and hunch over slightly.

I look for Viktor again so he can help me but I don't find him.

This stops the physical pain but it sparks a feeling of a different type, making tears spill from my eyes as I make another successful jump.

I step off the rink after finishing up my performance all sweaty and sticky from the commotion.

I don't see Viktor but, thankfully, Pitchit stands in front of me and gives me a hug. But before I can ask him where Viktor is, he pulls back and the fretting starts.

"Are you okay? How do you feel? Are you bleeding? Any moisture apart from sweat? Does it hurt if I touch you here?" He blabbers, gripping my arms and darting his head around.

"I'm fine!" I laugh.

"Okay then, good! Now, lets take a selfie!" He beams, much to my surprise. Just kidding, there's never a moment that Pitchit can't take a photo or selfie.

"Pitchit-" I warn.

"No, picture, my fans need to see this!"

I shake my head but lean down to take the photo with him.

"Yay! That was great! Now lets post it! 'Great job out there today! You were so brave!!!!!!!!!! @YuriKatsuki'" he beams, reading out what he wrote on the post. "And, send!"

There's a whoosh noise and the post is forwarded onto the internet and a bing on my own phone sounds as it is sent to me.

"Pitchit, can you come to the kiss and cry with me?" I ask, putting a hand on his shoulder, "I can't see Viktor, he would have come to me by now."

"Oh, yeah sure!" Pitchit agrees, scratching the back of his neck guiltily.

"What'd you do?!" I question, my voice taking a deadly tone.

"Well, uh, he was going to go onto the rink when he saw that you were having a contraction and I stopped him."

"And?"

"I told him that he was causing your pain and that the baby is gravitating to him and that it hurts you."

"Pitchit!"

"I know! But he insulted me and said awful things to me about 'this' plus what I said was scientifically true.!" He defends, pointing to his belly.

"That's not the point, he's probably trying to kill himself right now because you said that!"

"What?" He says weakly, his face going pale.

"Not literally, relax." I let out a sigh, "It doesn't matter, just come to the kiss and cry and then we'll find him."

We're just about to go when Viktor calls out to me.

"Yuuri! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, where were you?"

"I uh-"

"I know already, don't lie."

"After what Pitchit said, I went outside and took a breather."

"My take a breather or your take a breather?" I ask, one eyebrow arching.

"My breather," he says quietly.

"Okay," I say, "come here."

I pull his head into the crook of my neck and pet his head lightly.

"I couldn't deal with it, the thought of me doing that was sickening." He mumbles into my shoulder.

"It's alright now, I'm fine, look."

He sniffs and lets a out an inaudible noise of agreement.

"Now go onto that rink and strut your stuff." I tell him, touching a finger to his hair.

He laughs and goes on the rink.

I laugh back and turn to face Pitchit again.

"All good." I tell him, smiling.

He frowns but nods.

"Lets go," I smile, putting a hand to his shoulder and leading him to the kiss and cry.

However, halfway there, my leotard becomes soaked, my legs dripping with water.

"Yuuri?" Pitchit asks turning around to face me. "Oh shìt, Yuuri!"

I'm looking down and the floor, the fluid still oozing out of me.

"Nurse! Nurse! His water just broke, we need an ambulance right now!" I hear Pitchit yell at the medics, waving them over aggressively.

There's a ringing noise.

Then there's a siren.

I feel, vaguely, people pushing me and leading me into a truck.

My eyes go foggy and my ears keep ringing.

"Yuuri! Yuuri!" I hear a voice in the distance.

"Yuuri!" The voice suddenly sounds very real and I become super aware of my surroundings, flinching at the suddenness.

"What's happening?" I ask, searching for Pitchit.

"Your water broke, you're probably about two centimetres dilated." One of the nurses tells me.

"You'll probably go into another contraction soon, so you may want to sit down." The only male nurse in the ambulance informs me.

"And from what your friend told us, your contractions are pretty severe. So please, sir, make both our jobs easier by relaxing and sitting down." The First Lady tells me.

"Oh, uh, okay." I oblige, quite bewildered.

I sit back, as lightly as possible onto the soft seat behind me. Pitchit sits down beside me and lays his hand over mine. "I got you buddy." He tells me.

"Thank you, I'm glad you're- agh!" I grunt as another contraction starts. I grip onto Pitchit's hand and try to keep my voice down, so that I don't make people uncomfortable with my screaming.

"We've dealt with this before, sweetie, it's okay to let your voice out." The plump driver coos, taking a left off the freeway and into the hospital car park.

"Thanks." I grunt out between my already ragged breaths.

Amongst my struggles, I hear Pitchit whispering to the nurse next to him. She is a young girl with long dark hair and beautiful figure.

"Will he be able to walk?" She asks.

"Maybe. But this isn't a performance, so, lets get him on a stretcher, just in case."

"Okay," she signals to the other nurses and they start setting one up. "You also look like you've got some company as well."

"What do you mean, I don't-" Pitchit denies.

"I know what a pregnant man looks like. The way your face paled when you looked at your friend said it all."

"Yeah." He caves.

"How far?"

"Four months."

They continue their conversation as I sit on the roller bed as another contraction starts.

I'm mid contraction when the ambulance comes to a stop and I'm stretched out of the van on a roller bed.

Pitchit goes to follow me into the ER rooms but is stopped by the nurse he was talking to earlier. He pulls against her grasp but stops when I go around the corner.

The nurses roll me into a room, thank god I have private health cover, move me to a better bed and leave me alone.

By now, my contractions had stopped. So I was left to sit on my own whilst I waited for another round of pain to commence.

Five or so minutes later, a short, skinny nurse with the chest of a board joins me in the room.

"Hello! My name is Jane, I'm your midwife today. I've heard that you're a famous figure skater and you had a contraction in the middle of your performance, am I right?" She asks, her voice light and bubbly. Not my favourite.

"Uh, yes. My free skate."

"Okay! Lovely, I've got this nighty for you to wear during labour and some spare clothes from your emergency bag that your friend brought to wear." She chimes, "can I have you take off the leotard and put this on, and maybe hop on the bed so you can be more at ease. I'll wash this and be back with you soon!"

She bundles up my dirty belongings and strides swiftly out of the room.

I look at myself and frown at my stomach. "You had to come now, didn't you?" I grunt.

I change slowly into the blue nighty and perch myself neatly on the bed.

And hour and seven contractions pass and this Jane lady still hasn't come back.

I've been sitting in this completely bare room doing nothing for the past hour! I'm losing my mind!

I grab at the emergency bag to see if there's any food or entertainment things, but, alas, there is none.

So, instead, I decide to pass some time by going through some of the clothes Viktor and I packed.

We were given lots of lovely gifts from friends and family when we told them about the baby. Some gifts including jewellery for my son to wear and designer clothes. One gift in particular that I loved was a little chain with a pendant yet to be engraved from my grandfather. He was on his death bed when he gave it to me. At the ripe old age of 97 he passed and a gift was sent to me at Viktor and I's home. He had heard that I was pregnant and purchased the chain and intended to engrave it himself but was too weak to do so himself.

I remember crying over the necklace when I got it, rocking myself back and forth, Viktor's arms around my back. It was a long and painful day. But I remember that night, seeing my grandpa in my dreams, he said goodbye to me.

I remember packing the necklace! I rummage through the bag and pick up the chain. I grin and lift the piece of silverware out of the bag.

I rest the chain on my belly. I'm just about to speak when the nurse walks back into the room, holding onto my leotard.

"So, about you leotard-" she starts.

"You tried to dry clean it, didn't you?" I ask.

My tard (short for leotard) is made out of special material that needs to be hand washed always because it needs special detergents and washing patterns for it to be properly maintained.

"Yes." She says, cowering at my gaze.

"That's a ten thousand dollar leotard! What am I supposed to do next week? I have a competition then!" I roar.

"I'm sorry. Please don't yell, it's not good for you." She replies timidly.

"Regardless of that, I need to compete in that Jane! Now I can't!" I clench my teeth as I finish talking, my stomach turning.

"Sir? Are you alright?" She asks.

"Bucket," I tell her.

"What?"

"Bucket, something, quickly!" I command as she shuffles around the room trying to find something hollow.

She comes back with a barf bag. I snatch it away from her and let out a mouthful of bile. I thought you weren't supposed to vomit anymore. I think despairingly.

And whilst all of this is happening, yet another painstaking contraction begins.

Jane the nurse is scrambling around, getting medicines and tubes and other items from around the room whilst I empty my stomach and try to hold in screams.

"Sir! I'm going to have to ask you to sit up a little more and spread you legs," she asks of me. I obey, sitting on my back, legs up and bent; feet resting on the bed.

"You're ten centimetres dilated, now when you have contractions, you'll have to push." She tells me, "I'll give you some of this too because this stuff stops the pain, especially because you seem to be of high tolerance of the stuff."

She injects my arm with a needle. "Sir, I have to go now, is there anyone you want in here with you?"

I turn to her, tears eyed from the pain, "Viktor."

Okay! I'm so sorry for not updating in a long time!

I'll tell you why. I have a pet bird and he was annoying me while I went into the bathroom to wash my hands, I also had my phone there as well. I put my bird on the handrail and he fell. As I went to go save him, my phone was flung into the toilet... Yay...

So I've been surviving off a crappy iPad and iPod, so I apologise if there are any spelling mistakes or anything.

Okay, I'm done!

Love you, MackaPacka2203