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Yuuri's pov.

"Viktor,"

"I'm sorry sir, no one under that name is here." Jane, the nurse, tells me, "there is a man by the name of Pitchit however that is demanding you."

"Kh! Bring him in." I grunt, my breath heavy.

"Yes sir."

She shuffles out of the room to retrieve my friend.

Moments later (that feel like lifetimes for me) Pitchit barges into the room, still in his leotard.

"Ugh! They wouldn't let me in to see you!" He curses, dismissing the nurse.

I let out an exasperated laugh as he puts his stuff down.

I keel back in on myself as yet another contraction begins, a low groan leaving my lips.

"Oh, jeez." Pitchit twists around and rushes to me, "Are you alright?"

I nod.

"You need to push don't you?"

I nod again.

"Well, okay. You do that. I won't look down there, I might freak myself out. But I'm here if you need me." He laughs nervously as I twist and turn on the bed.

I keep pushing until the pain subsides again. I take deep breaths and try to clear my head.

"Hey, welcome back." Pitchit, beside me, chirps.

"Hey," I breathe.

"I called Viktor, he's on his way."

"Good," I laugh, "he'll probably cry more than I will."

We both laugh tiredly.

Victor's pov (just after Yuuri left in the ambulance)

My music ends and I strike my pose, the audience giving me a standing ovation.

I smile and wave, looking around for Yuuri. I step off the ice and look around further.

Maybe he went to the toilet.

I sit down at the kiss and cry and await my scores. I pull out my phone to text Yuuri, only to find that I have 26 missed calls. All from Pitchit. He left voice messages too!

I groan and listen to the first one.

"Hey Viktor, it's me Pitchit. Uh... oh jeez how do I say this? Well, uh, Yuuri has uh.. kinda like gone into labor? I don't know, his water broke and we called an ambulance but they've taken him away."

The message ends with a beep. The next one plays:

"Hey, Viktor, it's Pitchit, uh, still in the hospital, they won't let me go to see Yuuri, he's apparently going through all the dilating thingies, I'm not sure.

Please call, they'll let you in to help him..."

I don't let the message finish. My score hasn't even come up but I'm shoving on my jacket and sprinting to the carpark where my car is.

Yakov is yelling behind me. I don't listen.

The car roars as I push the pedal down.

Yakov is waving his fist at me, probably yelling profanities.

I scream an apology out of the window and plow full steam onto the highway and to the hospital...

The drive is long and traffic is horrible but I manage to get to the hospital unscathed.

I dash into the emergency ward and to the desk there.

"I need Yuuri Katsuki!" I gasp at the nurse.

"I'm sorry, family only sir."

"I'm his husband!" I shriek.

"Oh uh, of course," she stutters,"he's in room 201."

I whip around and run in the general direction of his room.

156...168...174...189...193...199...

200...201.

I stop at the door, unsure whether or not I should go in. Was Pitchit right? Would I hurt Yuuri?

A nurse peeks out from behind the door and looks me dead in the eye.

"I'm sorry sir, family only."

"I'm his husband."

She nods, "I just gave him some pain killers, he's more susceptible to pain than most, he'll be glad your here."

I look down at the floor.

"You're not hurting him, most mothers need their lover near them, it helps the process. Plus, he was calling for you."

My stomach sinks.

She turns back into the room and whispers to someone. When she comes back and opens the door, Pitchit follows.

He gives me a sympathetic look, "congrats,"

I whisper a thanks and sneak into the room where Yuuri is.

My heart aches at the sight of him. He's writhing in pain, gasps and moans escaping from his tightly sealed lips.

He comes down from another high and looks around. "Pitchit?" He asks.

"No, sweety, he just left." I respond, standing my ground near to the door.

Yuuri turns to me and grins, eyes sparkling. He holds his arms out and makes grabby hands at me. "C'mhere,"

I walk slowly toward him and sit down next to his bed. If you can call it that.

"Give me your hand." Yuuri requests.

I mumble an okay and place my hand in his.

He slaps my arm. I reel back from him. "Ow! Where did that come from?"

"Snap out of it."

"Of what?"

"Of that! Stop being so mopey and down. I'm here pushing a baby; your baby; out of my ass for you. At least be a little happy."

"What, I-I'm not being mopey!" I defend myself.

"Yes you are, stop being stubborn and - Ahg!"

Yuuri arches his back and squeezes my arm tightly, breathing heavy.

"Oh, Yuuri! Uh.. what do you need?" I scamper around.

"Stay...ugh"

"Of course Yuuri."

(Six hours later)

"It's okay Yuuri, head's almost out."

"Un... ha ugh, grph!"

"I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry."

"It hurts~" Yuuri whines.

"I know honey, it's almost over."

I rush over to the emergency button and push it down hard.

Not even two minutes later there are three nurses outside the door. They spill in and start setting up. One grabs a roller table full of scissors and knives and other odd objects.

One of the others is placing towels under Yuuri and is preparing him. The last one comes to me.

"Are you the father?"

"Yes, Yes."

"Okay, we know his condition, all of the stuff is handled. Do you want to cut the umbilical cord?"

"What?"

"The umbilical cord, do you want to cut it?"

"Oh," I realise, "yes!"

"Okay, well, the only thing I can ask you to do until that happens is support your wife until the baby is out."

"Okay." I nod and turn back to my labouring wife.

He looks up at me, his face wet with tears and sweat. I brush away the tears at his eyes with my thumbs, cradling his face.

He's pulled out of my grasp however, when he is hit with another wave of pain; his head falling back letting out a guttural almost scream.

I look to the doctors, "can you give him something? Anything that will get rid of the pain?"

"I'm sorry sir, his body is absorbing the drugs far faster than any patient we've seen so far. And the baby is too far out to give him anymore now, otherwise he won't be able to function as well after the labor."

Another scream from Yuuri brings tears to my eyes. "I'm sorry my love, it'll be over soon."

"The head's out." The doctor calls.

(Hour and a half later)

Yuuri's pov.

My consciousness returns when a high pitched squeal erupts into the room.

I look around, dazed, looking for what made the noise. Viktor is beside me, tears gushing from his beautiful blue-green eyes. Don't cry. Why are you crying?

He takes my hands and kisses them. "You did so well, моя любовь."

What did I do? My thoughts are ripped away again when a tsunami of pain erupts in me again. I cringe forward but this pain isn't as gruelling as the other ones.

A voice announces the the placenta is out.

I look beside me again, but Viktor is getting up and walking away. No. Don't go.

I watch him walk toward the end of the bed and take an infant out of another man's hands. He takes some scissors and cuts the connection between the child and something. Me?

Viktor grins over at me. He returns to my side, moving to the place the wriggling, screaming child in my arms.

"Look what you've done. This is ours." He whispers to me, beaming.

I look down at the small being and feel a smile creep onto my face. This is mine. The child that I made is in my arms. At last.

I pull the baby up near to my face and nuzzle into their small chest.

"Do you want to name him?" Viktor asks, placing his hand softly against my arm. An offer.

"Lionel." I breathe. "Lionel."

"Wonderful."

Lionel reaches out and touches my face. His little hands grabbing onto my cheek. He makes a gurgling sound and becomes contented.

"I'm sorry to break this moment, but I must show you how to feed him and sign his birth certificate." The only remaining nurse in the room interrupts softly.

"Oh yes, of course."

She shows me how to position Lionel so that he can feed with ease and then shows me his birth certificate.

Lionel sits comfortably in my arms, one of his hands resting on my breast as he feeds.

Viktor is sitting on the couch, quite a distance away from us.

I pull Lionel off of me and hold him out to Viktor. "He's your baby too, take him."

"What if I break him?" He asks gingerly.

"You won't!" I laugh.

Viktor scoots over to me and tenderly lifts Lionel out of my grasp. He pulls him up to his chest and admired him. "He has your hair." He giggles.

"He has your eyes." I smile.

"Welcome to the Nikiforov-Katsuki family, Lionel-," Viktor starts, "wait, what should his middle name be?" He asks, turning to me.

"You choose." I grin.

"Lionel Anatoli Katsuki-Nikiforov."

Lionel gurgles happily, hands waving above him.

"What does it mean?" I ask.

"Dawn. Or Daybreak." Viktor smiles sweetly.

"I love it!" I beam, "come here."

Viktor walks up to me, awaiting his instructions.

"Lemme kiss you."

He laughs and leans down to me, lips brushing tenderly against mine.

My eyes close, but I'm too far gone to remember.

(Viktor's pov.)

I pull away from the kiss only to find Yuuri asleep.

I chuckle and place Lionel, now sleepy himself into Yuuri's arms.

I turn to the emergency bag and grab some cash. I'll grab something to eat for the both of us.

I step out of the door and down the hall to the food court.

I return with some warm soup for Yuuri and some curry for myself.

However, when I get to our room. There is a commotion inside.

I open the door and see at least four people all gathered around Yuuri and Lionel. Some I recognise like Pitchit and Yuratchka but the rest are reporters.

Yuuri and Lionel are still asleep, people taking photos of them.

I place the food down calmly and walk to the reporters. "Give me your memory cards."

"What?" They all ask.

"The memory cards to your cameras. Give them to me now."

The look in my eye is obviously scaring them as two of them hand their cards in immediately.

I dismiss them and turn to the others. "You will either give me your memory cards or I will personally hunt you down and get them myself. Last chance. Give. Me. The. Memory. Cards."

They cough them up and go to the door. "And if I find that you have published photos without our permission, I will fúcking end you." I growl.

They leave in a hurry.

"Whoa! Scary dad." Yuri laughs.

"Shh!" Pitchit interrupts, "they're sleeping."

"Mmm, Vitya?" Yuuri calls softly.

I rush to his side, "Yes, Darling?"

"Is there food?"

"Yes my love." I gesture at Yuri to get the bowl of soup.

I prop Yuuri up and take Lionel away to sleep in his cot while Yuuri eats.

Shortly after Yuuri is finished, Lionel let's out a cry.

I lift him out of the cot. "Are you hungry?"

"Bring him here." Yuuri calls.

I place him in Yuuri's arms and he pulls up his night gown. He looks up, "Do you mind?" He looks at Yuri and Pitchit in the room.

Pitchit lifts his hands and turns around in a surrendering action. Yuri flushes beet red and excuses himself from the room.

Lionel latches hungrily onto Yuuri and soon silences, only approving hums coming from him.

Yuuri places his gown over Lionel's head, "You can turn around Pitchit."

"Thanks, I would rather speak to my bestie as opposed to the wall," he laughs, "also, Viktor, you came first and Yuuri second. Yuri had to fight with the refs and judges not to disqualify you for not being at the medal ceremony."

"Are we disqualified?" Yuuri asks, slightly panicked.

"No. You guys are safe."

"That's good." I confirm.

"Oh! And one last thing!" Pitchit calls, at the door. "All of the competitors are in the waiting room for you guys."

He exits the room, leaving us in silence.

I sit beside Yuuri and Lionel, still suckling on Yuuri. "You feeling better?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm feeling really good, no more heavy thing inside of me." He laughs.

I smile and press my forehead to his, breathing him in like a drug I cannot escape from. How did I become so lucky?

Yuuri pulls Lionel away from underneath us and puts him in my arms. My son smiles up at me, reaching out with his chubby arms.

"My son." I sob, tears falling onto Lionel's little blue suit.

My face pressed against Lionel, Yuuri pulls all of us into an embrace, him kissing my forehead, tears wetting his lips...

Sweet baby Jesus I cannot handle this. Fkapdjsnajxjcjj. Oh! And I went to a big anime festival in Australia (my home country where I currently live, mate )

And I got so much merch!!! I got Yoi bookmarks, polaroids, posters and best of all! A Yoi bag!!!

Anyways, I'll continue writing. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Love y'all!

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