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Chapter Four – Our Child

"This is amazing!" Viktor exclaimed as he and Yuri left the government office, the slightly taller man brandishing the papers that made it official. The orphan child that they had discovered at the ice rink, Yuri Plisetsky, was now officially their child. "I can't believe it went through this fast."

Uh huh, he totally had a hand in that…

The look on Yuri's face made it pretty clear that he wasn't buying that Viktor was surprised by this fact, he was absolutely certain that his fiancé had pulled some strings in order to get this taken care of quickly. Not that he was going to complain about that since they had already decided that they needed to get little Yuri into a stable situation as soon as possible.

Still Viktor didn't have to pretend that he hadn't done anything to hurry that along.

"I can tell by your face that something is on your mind," Viktor said as he turned to look at Yuri, that smile still plastered all over his face. He was in an unbelievably good mood right now and there really wasn't anything that anyone could do to dampen that.

"Yea, I was just thinking that what was truly amazing was the fact that you were able to pull as many strings as you did this quickly," Yuri said, his voice blunt as he spoke and made no attempts to hide what it was that had been going through his mind.

He had learned already that an honest relationship was the best.

And that was what he was going with.

For a moment Viktor feigned shock but then he just broke out into that same grin, the man reaching over and pulling Yuri into his arms, spinning the slightly younger man around and then dipping him. "I suppose I am guilty as charged…but I couldn't help myself," Viktor said as he gazed down into Yuri's eyes, blues meeting with browns as they stood there.

Yuri sort of chuckled as he was dipped, a small smile appearing on his face as well as he looked up at Viktor, the love that he felt for the older man evident in his eyes.

"I know and we already agreed that we needed to act fast so it's a good thing," Yuri said before nudging Viktor slightly since the man was still holding him in that dipped position. "We should go, we're causing a scene."

That observation from his fiancé caused Viktor to look around and it didn't take long to notice that they were in fact currently being stared at. "Okay, time to go," he said in a sing-songy voice, pulling Yuri up effortlessly and the grabbing him by the hand, the precious papers grasped tightly in his other hand. "Let's go and give Yuratchka the good news!"

"Let's hope he actually thinks it is good news," Yuri added as he trailed along behind Viktor. There was no doubt in Yuri's mind that they were doing the right thing and that the little blonde boy needed someone to take care of him but he had the feeling that the child in question was going to have a different view of things, just based on what he had observed of the little guy's personality so far.

"I'm sure he will," Viktor said, always the optimist of the two of them. "And if he doesn't now…well he will in the future."

And there was the brief glimpse of the realistic side of the man.

Yuri had to chuckle at that one since it wasn't something that he had been expecting but he was at least happy to see that Viktor wasn't completely delusional on how this was all going to play out. He didn't think that it was going to go smoothly, the little blonde was abrasive even under the best of conditions and he was sure that turning his life upside down the way that they were about to was only going to contribute to that.

Still he knew that it was the best thing for the child in the long run.


It didn't take the pair very long to get to the ice rink where they always practiced and it was pretty clear that Yakov and the other skaters that he coached were already hard at work. Walking over to the half wall that separated the rink from the rest of the room Viktor and Yuri both leaned their elbows on it and just watched. Their eyes briefly scanned over the other occupants of the ice, all people that they knew, before settling intently on little Yuri. He stood out in the crowd if only because he was so noticeably the youngest and smallest but that fact not withstanding there was something about the way that he moved that hinted at the fact that he was going to be great someday.

Something that both Viktor and Yuri could pick out and they were sure that Yakov did as well.

That was the only way to explain why he was training an orphan that in all likelihood had absolutely no means to pay the man's coaching fees.

"So, should we wait until practice is over?" Yuri questioned as he looked over at Viktor, not sure what the other man wanted to do. If they broke the news to little Yuri now they were going to interrupt practice and probably throw off his concentration for the rest of it. But on the other hand, if they waited then they were probably going to end up causing Viktor to explode or something equally as tragic.

Viktor thought about the question that Yuri posed to him, a thoughtful look in his eyes as he raised one finger to touch his lips. He didn't want to wait, he wanted to run out onto the ice, without even bothering to put on his skates, and scoop up the little boy that was now their son. That was what he wanted to do but he was going to refrain from acting on that because he was still trying to think of what was best for the little boy.

"Da, we shall wait," Viktor confirmed after a few minutes spent thinking about it.

It wasn't what he wanted to do really but it was what they needed to do.

"Alright," Yuri said, nodding his head and giving the hand that he was still holding in his own a bit of a squeeze. "Do you want to practice or just watch?" He wasn't sure what Viktor wanted to do but what he was pretty sure of was the fact that the man's concentration wasn't going to be 100%. Which made him equally sure that if Viktor did want to practice, they weren't going to be doing any lifts.

He didn't feel like being dropped right now.

"I think just watch," Viktor decided after a few minutes of contemplation on the question. He too knew that his concentration wasn't going to be 100% and because of that he felt that it would be a waste of time for them to try to practice, they wouldn't actually accomplish anything if he couldn't focus because of his excitement. So it was just easier to delay their own practice in favor of watching their new little one's exploits on the ice.

Again Yuri nodded his head and again he gave the hand that he was holding a little squeeze.

He started to ask if Viktor was excited but it really only took one look at the man to get the answer to that question and Yuri found that he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering toward his fiancé. This was nothing new, he had always loved to look at Viktor, but there was something different about the desire in this instance. Right now he wasn't focusing on just how handsome his fiancé was but rather taking in the utter joy that was all over his face right now.

He couldn't get enough of that look.

For a while the pair were silent as they stood at the wall and watched the practice, occasionally glancing at one of the other skaters but for the most part keeping their gazes focused on little Yuri.

When Yakov decided to yell at the child over something that he was doing wrong Yuri actually had to grab Viktor by the arm to keep the other man from storming over there. "Don't, it's fine," Yuri said in a low and calming voice, his gaze focused on the pair as little Yuri just ended up snapping back at the coach and then going on to do what he had been told to do. "Your little tiger has enough fire, he can take care of himself," he said once the situation had played out, his gaze going to Viktor now even as he kept the hold on the older man's arm.

Viktor would have probably stormed over there and demanded that Yakov lay off were it not for the fact that Yuri grabbed his arm but in hindsight he was glad that Yuri had the forethought to do that.

Because really all he would have managed to do was to cause a scene.

And that might have ended badly for all concerned.


The practice session seemed to drag on forever as far as Viktor, and to a lesser extent Yuri, was concerned even though it wasn't really any longer than the usual ones. They all practiced long hours because they all had seriously lofty goals that they wanted to reach. Even the littlest skater at the rink…actually his goals were probably the loftiest out of all of them.

When Yakov finally, after what felt like an eternity, called for a break Viktor immediately seized that opportunity. Raising one hand to his mouth as if to form a megaphone he called out, "Hey Yuratchka! Come over here!"

Yuri just chuckled at that, thinking that it was a far cry from subtle.

Hearing that nickname that Viktor had been using for him caused the blonde child to whirl around and more or less give a glare to the owner of the voice. For a moment it looked as if he were going to skate in the opposite direction but then something caused the little boy to change his mind. Grumbling something about irritating old geezers he turned and skated over to the spot where Viktor and Yuri were standing, ending up in front of them and on the opposite side of the wall. "Yea? What do you want?" the little one practically demanded.

Viktor looked at the child when he made his demands and after a moment he said, "Now, that's no way to talk to your new parents Yuratchka."

Causing both Yuris to openly gape at him.

"What?!" the little blonde exclaimed once he had found his voice.

"Nice Viktor, very subtle," Yuri said with a shake of his head, giving his fiancé a look that said, 'now look what you've caused'. The fact that this news had dealt a hard blow to the child was pretty obvious and Yuri actually felt a little bad for him.

"Just what I said," Viktor said, looking over at his fiancé and giving him a wink. "Yuri and I filed the papers to adopt you and they were just approved." As he said this he brandished the papers that he had been carrying around as if they were a precious artifact for the majority of the day. "See? This right here proves it." He held the papers up so that the child could see but he made sure that they were out of reach just in case the temperamental little boy decided that he was going to do something with them.

"There is no way those are real!" little Yuri said, the denial in his voice easy to pick out.

Hearing all of the shouting that was coming from his littlest student caused Yakov to come over to the spot where the trio were currently standing and he looked over at the papers that Viktor was holding in his hand. "I see they finally came through Vitya," he said, having already known what the younger man was doing of course since they had talked about it. "Yuri, the papers are real." There was a very blunt tone to his voice as he said this, wanting to make it clear that this was not in fact some kind of joke.

So that Yuri would realize that what Viktor was saying was the truth.

"No, I don't believe it," little Yuri said with another shake of his head.

"Don't you think it'll be nice to have a home?" Yuri spoke up, his voice quiet and his brown eyes focused on the angry little boy that was in complete denial about this situation.

His words seemed to catch little Yuri off guard and for the briefest of moments there was uncertainty in his eyes before he managed to hide that behind the typical anger that he was so often displaying around other people. An anger that seemed to be a tactic used to protect himself from getting hurt though Yuri himself would deny the truth of those words if someone were to call him on it.

"It will be okay little tiger," Viktor said, reaching out a hand and ruffling the boy's hair, only to have his hand smacked away by Yuri.

He was completely unphased by this.

"It will take some adjusting, by all of us, but it will be okay," Viktor said, going on to finish his reassurance even though it was pretty clear that the little blonde still didn't really want to have any part of it.

It was just going to take time.

And now that the paperwork had been processed and Yuri was officially their child they had all of the time in the world to work through this. Which might be a good thing given the level of denial that they were currently getting from the little blonde.

"You can take some time to process, practice isn't even over yet," Viktor added after a moment, knowing that Yuri was going to need a little time to come to terms with this in his mind.

As was made evident by the way that the child turned and skated away from them.

"Well that could have gone worse," Yuri said as he watched the little one that had the same name as him skating away across the rink. He knew that this was going to be a work in progress, and that it was going to take time, but he, like Viktor, was willing to put in the time and effort that it was going to require to form a bond with the child.

Because the little one deserved it.

Viktor nodded his head in response to that, his blue eyes still focused on the child even though Yuri had retreated at this point. "He'll come around," he said, still sounding as confident as ever as he made this assessment.

Not having any doubts whatsoever.

A/N – End of another chapter and Yurio's now officially their child. He doesn't seem thrilled by this. Hope that you enjoyed the chapter, please leave a review and let me know what you thought. Thanks for reading!