Yuuri's pov.

The room is a symphony of voices for the next hour as all of the competitors file in and out, admiring my confused baby.

Lionel lays in my arms while Chris makes faces at him, none of which he reacts to.

By the time Yuri comes around, Lionel is tired and agitated. Yuri just smiles down at him, his finger in Lionel's hand, "добро пожаловать домой, маленький," (welcome home little one). He looks up at me, smile slipping slightly, cheeks flushing, "congrats pig." He stutters before leaving.

"Wait, Yurio!" Viktor calls, arm reaching out to him, "we have something we want to ask you."

Yuri's face showed confusion, but he turned to face us.

"Do you want to tell him, Yuuri?" Viktor suggests.

I nod, "Yuri, we want you to be Lionel's godfather."

"Hah?!" Yuri grasps for words.

"Is that okay?" I ask timidly.

"Y-yes! Of course! But, I'm not sure if I'm going to be good at it." Yuri stutters, fumbling with his hands. Who knew they would want him to be a godfather. He didn't do well with kids he thinks to himself.

I smile, my hand brushing Lionel's raven hair. "Don't worry, it's only if something happens to us."

"Or if we go on a holiday and we need a free babysitter," Viktor adds.

Yuri nods silently.

I turn my head to Viktor questioningly, who just smiles, leading Yuri out of the room.

Lionel wails slightly, his chubby face scrunching.

"What is it, darling? Tired? Hungry?" I ask, cooing softly.

Then it wafts.

"Oh," I gag, "Poopie, you're poopie."

For the first time in hours, I stand up to stretch my legs and walk to the baby table to grab nappies and wipes.

Lionel giggles when I lift his bottom up to wipe the monstrosity that is the aftermath of my feeding from his bum.

"Hi darling! I just spoke with Yu- Oh my god, what is that unholy stench?" Viktor walks in, immediately gagging and covering his mouth.

"That is your son. And when he poops again, you're cleaning it up."

The light in Viktor's eyes fades slightly at my words.

I brush him off, "Hey, be a darl and put this in the bin." I smile, holding out a nappy full of creamy crap.

A literal tear runs down Viktor's cheek as he takes the nappy in his hands, holding it as far away form him as possible.

(On the way back to the apartment.)

"Yuuri, my love, are you alright back there?" Viktor asks, stopping at the lights.

"Yeah, it's all well here, baby's sleeping." I reply.

Viktor smiles, accelerating as the lights turn green again, "my beautiful boys." He grins.

I smile sweetly, holding Lionel close to my chest, protecting him from any bumps in the road.

He sleeps like a log as we drive to the hotel.

Viktor takes the bags as I carry Lionel up to our apartment.

In Russia, the nursery was all set and ready to go in time for the baby. However, small problem, we are in Barcelona.

On the way here, Viktor had to stop off and buy a cheap cradle for our hotel room, so that we could sleep more comfortably (hahaha funny, no parent ever sleeps comfortably).

Upon walking in the apartment, Viktor's laptop on the desk bings with new mail.

Viktor places everything down and goes to check the email, "Yuuri," he calls to me.

"Yeah?" I ask, laying Lionel down on the bed and stepping out of the room.

"Look at this."

"What is it?" I inquire, reading through the email.

'Dear Mr and Mrs Katsuki Nikiforov, after the most recent competition, officials have become aware that Yuuri Katsuki Nikiforov went into labour midway into the competition. Congratulations. However, due to this, there have been some difficult discussions between judges and officials. You both have been granted ability to skate, having not been disqualified, and the date of the next competition has been postponed as to enable you to purchase a passport for you child. However, because of the inconvenience to watchers and customers, officials have decided that a ten point deduction shall be taken from your overall score.

Thank you for your understanding,

-Skating worldwide️'

"Ten points!" I screech, appalled.

"I know, but at least we can still skate." Viktor soothes.

"How is that fair? I had no choice in this matter! It's not my fault I had a baby halfway through!" I huff, throwing my arms in the air.

"I know, darling. I know."

Viktor turns and envelopes me in a hug, rubbing soothing circles into my back, humming. He rocks us both slowly back and forth, burying my head into the crook of his neck.

"Don't think about it, my love." He coos, "we're all here together, a family."

His words calm me, my eyes falling shut, my body feeling every crevice of his.

Me melt together, our bodies not lustful and hungry, but warm and soothing.

We sigh into each other, falling into a tender, slow kiss, mouths dancing to a slow song.

We are interrupted when a wail comes from inside our room. We fall apart, reluctantly, and attend to Lionel, who is yet again hungry.

Viktor smiles at me, watching Lionel suck hungrily at my breast.

"Hungry baby." I laugh.

We laugh together, smiles plastered onto our faces.

Nighttime was a nightmare. Six times I had to get up and feed Lionel. Four times, Either me or Viktor has to get up and change nappies. And god knows how long I sat rocking the cradle, praying that my child would go to sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, both Viktor and I give up on sleep and decide to start the day at 4:30am.

Outside is still dark, and I am making coffee for both of us. I hand Viktor a cup and he mumbles a thanks.

"Parenting sucks." I groan.

"It's the first night!" Viktor adds, plonking his head aggressively onto the table.

A deep, exhausted sigh echoed through the room.

Loving it!

I hope you liked this, short chapter, not too heavy on drama and stuff.

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