bringbackgold | Catchall (for bespredel)

Otabek moved one arm under Yuri's, helping him up, so that he knew that he could lean on him. Otabek wanted Yuri near him, to hold him and support him. He wanted him to know that he was there to help him, regardless of what was going on. He held Yuri close as he started walking with him out of the rink, and towards Yakov's car. That was his silent response to Yuri's request to be held. He hoped that if Yuri had wanted more than that, he'd be sure to let him know. Otabek would have been glad to offer it to him.

"I don't know, Yuri, but we'll find out soon. And the sooner we know, the sooner you'll feel better." It sounded like a promise, and it was. He knew that regardless as to what it was, a doctor would be able to help them figure out how what it is and how to help Yuri feel better and more at place in his body again. "I am sorry you're feeling bad, Yuri. I'm glad you're going to the doctor."

Of course, at this point, he didn't really have other options.

He tried not to lean on the other too heavily, not wanting to give Otabek further reason to worry. It was nice to have the other's support like this, and Yuri was reminded once again just how grateful he was for Otabek to be there with him. This, he felt, was more important than anything else. To think that he could have been dealing with whatever this was, alone...

"I'm so glad you're here," he whispered, leaning over and pressing his lips softly against the other's jaw as they made their way out of the rink, before focusing on one foot over the other.

Yuri sunk into the passenger seat, blushing at the way Otabek held the door open for him. Pushing the other's shoulder softly, and teasing him for being such a gentleman. He huffed softly, before doing up his seat belt and kicking his feet up on the dashboard, staring out the window for a few moments, before closing his eyes. Starting to doze against his own best efforts.

The examination itself passed in a bit of a blur. Yuri explaining his symptoms, having his weight taken, his blood drawn. He'd gained ten pounds somewhere along the way, which Yuri could hardly believe. He'd always struggled to put on weight. He knew he scale had been climbing a little, but ten pounds? His blood pressure was low, too, which after a morning of training, even if short, was unusual.

They had to wait awhile, for his results to come back. When he did the doctor returned smiling.

"Well, Mr. Plisetsky, we have the results of your tests back. Congratulations, you're pregnant," he said it in a calm, matter of fact manner, his smile a little too terse to be genuine. Teenagers.

Yuri, still sitting on the examination table with his feet dangling, his hand in Otabek's- paled. His grip going tight on Otabek's hand.

"But I can't be pregnant!" he blurted out, "I'm on birth control!"

Everything seemed to go quickly, and while they were waiting, Otabek had let out a sigh of relief. They would know soon what was going on with Yuri,a nd then they could be sure that he was taken care of and healthy. Otabek sait next to the examination table in a chair, holding Yuri's hand when the Doctor returned. But the answer that the Doctor had given them was not the one that he had expected. The flu would have been no shock, but this - it came as a surprise.

Enough of a surprise that Otabek wasn't able to control the way his jaw went slack and his eyes went wide. That had to have been the first time that Yuri has seen the way that shock was on his features. His own hand gets tight in Yuri's. His eyes drift towards Yuri's abdomen. Not that he was expecting to see anything there, he just needed to see it.

The symptoms Yuri was experiencing, that he had known of, all seemed to make sense though with the context of pregnancy. And he wasn't about to debate a doctor. Still, Yuri was on birth control. He shouldn't have been able to get pregnant. They had shared his heats prior to the last one without this happening.

"There is always a small chance of failure with birth control," the Doctor had answered. And Yuri, of course, just happened to be included as one of the few who had it fail him.

Otabek's hand tightened on Yuri's, his body trying to relax, but it did make him a little nervous. And excited. And just the thought of having a child with Yuri made him happy. His mind was rushing everywhere, and he didn't say anything, just listened. "And Yuri's failed..." he said. There was no upset there, just a bit of awe.

The Doctor nodded. "I'll prescribe some vitamins, and get you some papers with information. Also, we can refer you to a good doctor." He seemed to be explaining this because they were young. "We'll get your first appointment scheduled for soon."

Otabek could only nod.

Everything seemed to be happening so very, very fast all of a sudden. Yuri felt as though he couldn't breath, felt as if everything was spinning very, very fast while he was sliding viciously sideways.

"What the fuck," he breathed out, quiet and shaking, still squeezing Otabek's hand. Probably too hard- but he wasn't really even aware that he was doing it. "What the fuck!" he repeated, much louder this time. All of the colour rushing back into his face as he flushed deeply, jumping up onto his feet, and practically roaring, "Prove it! I can't be pregnant- World's are coming up! Qualifiers! I'm a skater-"

He sounded just a touch hysteric, starting to hyperventilate a little as he got in the doctor's face. But Yuri's doctor was used to his temperament, and while not impressed, he also wasn't afraid of the little omega, either.

"All of your blood work confirms, Mr. Plisetsky. I can show you if you like, but I doubt without a medical degree you'll be able to understand it." he told the other mildly.

"Then you can't prove it!" Yuri snapped back, his voice high and strangled, "If you can't show it in laymans terms how do I know you're not lying!"

"I did explain it in laymans terms," he sighed, long suffering, "We'll schedule an appointment for an ultrasound as soon as possible so you're able to confirm for yourself. When was your last heat?"

Yuri deflated a little, knowing there was little he could force the doctor to do. After all, a small homely clinic like this didn't have an ultrasound machine of it's own. He would have to wait. But how long? Yuri's mind was whirling so much, he hardly heard the question.

"About. About two months. Maybe two and a half," he mumbled softly, all of the air going out of his lungs as he said it.

"Lift your shirt, and give me your hand," the doctor instructed, lips pursing now that Yuri wasn't shouting at him quite so much. Yuri did as he was told, and the doctor took his hand, using his other to feel along the other's stomach, pressing and prodding softly, until he seemed to have found what he was looking for, and moved Yuri's own hand to the same spot. "Press." he instructed, and so Yuri did, "Do you feel that hard lump? It isn't much yet, Mr. Plisetsky, but that's your baby."

Yuri paled again, pressing his fingers into that spot. Looking as though he might pass out.

Withdrawing his hands, the doctor calmly brushed his hands over the front of his white coat.

"You know, Mr. Plisetsky, for an unbonded omega such as yourself. There are alternative options. Adoption is quite popular, and of course if you do wish to continue skating there is always the far more permanent solution of abortion- however that is a decision you will have to make sooner, rather than later. After you enter your second trimester it becomes no longer safe to..."

Yuri wasn't listening. The room had descended into white noise. Yuri couldn't breath. Could hardly see, the walls feeling as though they were closing in around him. The doctor hadn't even finished speaking, when Yuri was jerking for the door, bolting away. Needing out- needing air. Needing to be anywhere but here.

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Otabek watched everything happening, taking it in. When Yuri jumps up, he releases his hand. He's watching, making sure that nothing somehow falls out of control. He knows Yuri's temperament, and they both just got incredibly shocking news. Otabek doesn't blame him for being upset. The doctor seems to seize the control quite easily (it figures, really, he's been Yuri's doctor), and guides the other's hand to that spot on his stomach.

Otabek leans in, watching as Yuri pressed his fingers there, before he finally stands. He moves behind Yuri, listening to the Doctor's words. He moves fingers up, and over Yuri's neck, gentle but without a word for several moments. He knew they would have to leave soon. They needed to talk about this, figure it out. This was something huge, something life changing. Otabek had always wanted a family, and he couldn't imagine having one with anyone else.

Still. Right now - it was a shock.

And then the Doctor's words cut right through him - 'unbonded' and 'alternative options'. While yes, technically they were not bonded, that was the long term plan. He didn't want them to rush into the decision to become bonded. But the alternative options hit him hard, his face contorted (glad that he was standing behind Yuri), but... he didn't want to pressure Yuri, either.

"Yuri," Otabek said. He sensed that panic. "I think we should go." They needed to talk, anywhere but here. At home. And he still had to return Yakov's car, which suddenly became ten times more terrifying than he anticipated it being. He moved his hand from Yuri's neck, to his shoulder, and tugged him close, so that Yuri could lean against him if he wanted.

Yuri couldn't manage to speak, his throat feeling constricted and his breathing unsteady and strained. Moments away from a panic attack, even with Otabek's grounding calm presence.

"Out," He demanded, high and breathless, "I can't breath-"

He didn't say anything more before he was stumbling away, needing outside. Needing fresh air. Wouldn't stop moving until he was bursting out into the parking lot, stumbling over to Yakov's car and hitting the side with a thump, sagging heavily against the door and heaving for breath. He couldn't stop shaking, couldn't seem to get ahold of himself. The only saving grace he felt he had was that he wasn't crying. Felt too numb with shock for it.

His mind was going a hundred miles a minute; plagued by fearful what if's and the worst possible cases. He felt wildly out of control, sinking down the side of the car into his knees and clutching at his stomach, still struggling to breath.

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Otabek blinked. One second he was there, holding onto Yuri - the next he was gone. He stood there for several moments before he gathered himself, making sure they were leaving nothing behind, and followed Yuri out. He nodded and apologized to the doctor before he did.

He walked slowly after him. He had to not take what had happened only a moment ago personally. Yuri just found out he was pregnant. His life would be changed regardless of what choice he made. More so than Otabek's would be. And the impression Otabek was getting about what choice Yuri wanted to make wasn't positive.

He got outside, and there was Yuri, sagged against Yakov's car. He stepped in closer, but still keeping a little distance. He didn't want to make anything worse.

"Yuri," he said, keeping a safe distance.

Sucking in deep, gulping breaths of air wasn't helping Yuri calm down in the least. He kept shaking, his head bowing as his forehead pressed against the metal door of the car. It felt like an eternity waiting for Otabek to follow, and when he finally was there he wasn't anywhere near close enough, causing Yuri to whimper pleadingly. He tried to stand, but couldn't get his shaking legs to support his weight, falling right back down onto the concrete.

"Please, Beka-" He choked out, snapping an arm out behind himself, shaking fingers searching. He couldn't speak, couldn't calm down enough to tell the other what he needed. That what he wanted was Otabek; just Otabek. But out of the stifling atmosphere of the clinic.

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Yuri's plea and reaching for him broke him a little. All he wanted was to be close to Yuri and a moment ago he thought that wasn't what was wanted by Yuri. He had misunderstood. He stepped in close, sinking to the ground behind Yuri. He seated himself on the cool cement.

His action was quick, decisive. He tugged Yuri into his lap. He wrapped his arms around Yuri, one hand resting on his stomach, near where the doctor had directed Yuri to press earlier. He didn't, although he wanted to.

"Yuri." His voice came out as a near whisper. Just for the other. "I need you to do what is best for you. What you want to do."

He folded into the other, gripping at the lapels of Otabek's leather jacket tightly. He buried his face into the other's neck, sucking in shuddering breaths against his skin, nuzzling deeply. His breathing started to calm, but he couldn't manage to stop shaking, the muscles of his stomach clenching tightly beneath the warmth of Otabek's hand.

"I'mean sorry," He choked out against the other's neck, "I had to get out of there. I couldn't breath- Beka." He whispered the other's name like a prayer, with a yearning he didn't know how to articulate just yet.

"I'm scared," He admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, "I want to go home."

"We can go home," Otabek said. He wanted to hold onto Yuri forever. He wanted to keep him close. "Well get home. I'll return the car. We can spend all night at home." He knew they would talk, or at least that they should. He also knew he might have a hard time bringing up the question as to whether not Yuri wanted to keep it. He needed to know, because he loved Yuri and would give him that choice. But giving this up would also hurt more than he could think.

He didn't move for several moments, keeping his hold on Yuri. He was feeling so much need to protect him and keep him safe. He felt that most times, but the recent news heightened that need. He was worried. So worried, and he couldn't hide it despite how much he tried to make sure no one could tell by looking at his face.

"I can make us lunch, too. Or order something. Whatever you want." He knew Yuri hadn't really been eating much, but that had to be hurting him. He had to be running on near empty. His palm gently pressed, no longer resisting the urge, and he felt the hardness there. It was a confirmation for him that there was, indeed, something there. It felt different from any other time he had touched Yuri. How had he not noticed it before?

He shifted a little, moving to stand, reaching to help Yuri up and into the passenger seat before he'd move to take his home. Even in the car, he'd offer his hand to Yuri so that they could still keep contact on the way back home.

"Okay," Yuri agreed, grateful that Otabek understood. That he knew what he needed without Yuri having to articulate too much. Because he wasn't sure he could just yet. He took a few more moments to just breath, his face still buried in the other's neck, until the other was moving him. He finally seemed to have levelled out, no longer breathing in quite such a gasping, hyperventilating way. That at least, was a good sign.

Yuri let Otabek touch, let him press softly into his belly to feel the unmistakable lump of... of something. Inside of him. A baby. The thought alone was enough to have yuri's mind spinning again.

He loaded gently into the car, and as soon as Otabek was in with him he was scooting to lean over, their fingers lacing as Yuri lay his head in Otabek's lap. It wasn't the safest way to drive probably, but Yuri didn't care. He needed to be close, needed his Otabek. If not for the console between them, Yuri would have pressed himself right up against the other's side.

The position wasn't safe, but that's alright. Any time they were stopped, he moved fingers through Yuri's hair, his head in his lap. It was comforting for him to have Yuri close like that. He hoped that he was able to at least comfort Yuri a little. He knew he was stressed, without even needing to get close and notice any changes in his scent. He didn't feel like he was able to provide any comfort for him. He wanted to make Yuri feel safe, loved, and wanted.

He was okay with having the drive be quiet to the apartment. He parked it up front. He waited there for several moments. "Yuri, I'm going to get you inside," he said. "Then I am going to return Yakov's car." He was brushing his fingers over Yuri's hair. "I'll be back soon. After that, we don't have to leave the couch."

Talking, maybe. He was quiet for several moments.

"Yura..." he said, using the affectionate name, "I love you. Let's go inside. The sooner we do, the sooner we can spend all day and night together."

He trusted Otabek, trusted that he was a safe driver and that he was in good hands. He kept his eyes closed, drifting through his thoughts, trying to make sense of all the white noise in his head.

"I love you too," he mumbled sitting up and blinking slowly, letting out a slow shuddering breath. "I just want to bundle up in blankets with you and Korolevna on the couch and just.... I don't know,"

He shuddered out another breath, scrubbing his face gently with his hands.

"Just come home to me soon," He pleaded softly, "I don't really feel like being by myself,"

"I won't take long," he said. He got himself out of the car, and moved to the passenger side, opening the door for Yuri. He leaned into the car, moving one hand to Yuri's cheek, and placed a gentle - chaste kiss on his lips. His arms shifted then, around Yuri's shoulders. He hugged him close. He'd stay like this forever if he didn't know there were things that needed to be done.

He pulled himself away. "I'll help you in. The sooner we're in, the sooner you, and I, and Korolevna can cuddle up." He liked the sound of that, too. He could order food for them. They'd barely have to spend moments apart there. He could watch after Yuri now. Maybe he'd cancel training for the next couple days for himself, so they could spend the time together. He could tell Yakov when he dropped his car off that he'd be out for a short time.

He didn't like to skip practice or miss out, but this seemed like an appropriate time to take a short break. He wouldn't do it forever, he couldn't. But a few days for them to gather themselves, to find out what Yuri wanted, and to spend time together seemed appropriate. They had things they had to work out. And they didn't have very long, really. Maybe two months, which - he knew - was no time when you had been surprised.

"Let's go." He offered his arm to Yuri so that he could support him for the walk inside.

Sitting up, Yuri immediately reached to wind his arms around the other's shoulders, holding on just as tightly to the other as Otabek did him. Softly, he nodded, allowing the other walk him up to the apartment. If he had known that Otabek was thinking about skipping practice, Yuri likely would have tried to talk him out of it. With Yuri being out for nearly an entire season now, someone had to bring home sponsorship money for the baby.

Their baby... God, that was an idea that still seemed so strange and surreal. Scary, too.

"All right," he murmured, leaning against the other as they made their way up the stairs. As soon as they reached Yuri's apartment, he was unlocking the door- hesitating there, reluctant to part with Otabek, but knowing that if he let the other tuck him in it was going to be even harder to send him away again.

"The sooner you go, the sooner you can come back," he whispered, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to the corner of Otabek's lips.

"I love you, Yura," Otabek answered. He knew it, too. He knew if he stayed, he'd never leave, and then he was sure Yakov would be extremely unhappy with him not returning the car in a timely manner. He stopped himself from reaching for Yuri's stomach again. Their baby. That's all he could think of. His eyes were locked on the other for several moments. Still, here, he had a hard time stepping away. He didn't want to leave Yuri's side at all.

Finally, he managed to get his feet to cooperate, and he stepped away from Yuri to go return the car. He made his way away from the apartment, and towards where he had the car parked. Once to it, he hopped in. He kept the car quiet the entire drive. He was in thought for most of it. He didn't want to show it to Yuri, but the news did make him a little anxious, too. Although it was something he ultimately wanted, it did come as a surprise. He had already been planning to move to St. Petersburg eventually, but this would ultimately make that happen more immediately. He'd have to call some friends back in Almaty to pack his things and have them shipped here. He wasn't going to be able to leave Yuri alone for days. He didn't like doing that before they had gotten the news, but now it was different.

He parked at the drink, locked the car, and walked into the rink to give Yakov his keys. His own keys for his motorcycle were in his pocket. When he stepped inside, he was almost immediately greeted by the coach. Otabek walked towards him, handing him the keys. He was going to see if he could avoid conversation.

"And Yuri?" Yakov asked.

"At his apartment," Otabek said. He was dodging it, he knew that wasn't what Yakov was looking for. Yakov gave him a look. Otabek didn't want to tell him yet. It wasn't only his to tell. So he kept it simple. "It might be awhile before Yuri's able to get back on the ice. Like a season. I'll be back in the next couple days."

He felt like it said it without... directly saying it. He didn't wait for a response, just turned away and made his way out quickly, to get his motorcycle and head back to Yuri. He could feel Yakov's eyes boring through him as he left, though.

When he arrived back to the apartment, he stepped inside, feeling already relieved that it was over. "I'm back," he said. He was ready to just sit down with Yuri now. It had been an eventful day. "So about bundling up in blankets." It sounded so appealing now.

Yuri waited, because he had to. He felt unmoored; out of place in the confines of his own body. Without Otabek there, a creeping sense of unease began to grow, prickling at the edges of his consciousness. He felt scared, still, but now so too did he feel somehow unsafe. It wasn't a good feeling. Knowing Otabek had a key to his apartment, Yuri locked the door, and then turned. Stared at his apartment, not knowing what to do with himself, something welling up inside of him, threatening to break.

What if Otabek didn't come back?

And there it was, the thought that Yuri had been to afraid to give focus to, but now that he had let it pass, it was all he could think of. What if Otabek didn't want this responsibility? What if Otabek left him, because Yuri fucked up. Because Yuri picked the wrong type of birth control?

This thought alone shattered Yuri, and he burst into sobs. Couldn't even make it to the couch before he sunk to the floor, pressing his fists against the sockets of his eyes and weeping; deep, guttering heaves of anguish over the thought of pushing away the man he loved most because of this.

It felt like he would never stop crying, now that he had started; but eventually, he managed. Even managed to crawl towards the couch. Not on it, but in front of it. Pulling a pillow down off of it and hugging it tight to his chest, biting at it with his teeth and wiping his tear streaked face against the fabric, letting out shuddering breaths.

A wave of relief washed through him when he heard the door open, when Beka's voice greeted him. He didn't trust his voice not to give away how hard he had been crying, but even without speaking it was obvious, his face and eyes red, his nose still running a little.

"Yeah," he croaked softly, "I'd really like that." He tried not to sound pleading, extending one of his hands towards the other for Otabek to take, to lift him up and to give him the guidance that in that moment, he was desperately seeking.

Otabek could tell Yuri had been crying when he heard his voice. He was silent for a moment, before taking off his shoes, jacket, and scarf before heading into the living area. He found Yuri on the floor, rather than on the couch which he had been anticipating. When Yuri's hand came towards him, he took it, pulling him upwards. He never had difficulty lifting up Yuri, so he did this with ease. He pulled him towards his chest, and held him tight, before shifting to move onto the couch with blankets and pillows.

He was trying to make this as comfortable as possible for Yuri. He wanted him to feel safe, secure, and at home here. He held him close. The way he did, too, was a sure enough sign that he wasn't about to let go of Yuri for any reason.

"Yuri," he said. He knew they should talk. But he just wanted to say what he needed to say. "I've been thinking of finding a place here in Saint Petersburg. Do you want to help me find one on my next day off?"

He thought this might the best way to articulate to Yuri that he had every intention of staying here with him.

His legs still felt unsteady, and so he was grateful for the other's support in bringing him onto his feet. That was half the reason why he had stayed on the floor, unable to trust himself not to fall when he felt so shaken.

Arranging themselves together on the couch almost felt normal. Almost. With his back against Otabek's chest and his head resting on the other's shoulder, Yuri could almost pretend that he wasn't feeling like he had ruined everything.

The other's words were the exact opposite of what he expected, and it showed in how he startled in the other's arms, turning his head to try and get a better look at the other. To make sure he wasn't joking.

"You could move in here," He blurted immediately, his tone too hopeful. It caused him to flush as soon as he'd said it, hiding his face with his hair and biting at his own lip, "You don't have to though. We can look," he added slowly, more carefully this time.

"Wouldn't it be nice if we had a place for us? With and extra room or two." He let his hands move and rest over Yuri's stomach. Without saying, he wanted Yuri to understand what he meant the rooms were for. He was thinking ahead, because if Yuri wanted to keep it, this baby would need a room. And he knew they should get started soon, too.

And, if Yuri didn't want to keep it, he was hoping that he'd let Otabek know before they found a place with so much extra space. They could just live here if it was just them.

Instead of pressing on his stomach, Otabek just moved his hand in circular motions there. He was trying to find a way to breach the topic. "Yuri... we should talk about this." He hoped the other wanted to. He really did. He was drawing on his sensible and blunt nature. He didn't want to stress Yuri out, but he was worried, too.

His stomach knotted and tensed beneath Otabek's roaming hands. An extra room. Or two. For them. And for... Yuri shuddered out a breath, gripping Otabek's hands more tightly than he meant to, his knuckles white and nervous.

"I'll just be happy to have you with me," He mumbled, and so badly hoped that Otabek really would stay.

His back stiffened at the other's words about talking, though, and Yuri squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

"What do you want to say?" He asked, voice strained, "You don't have to stay. I don't want to force you. You-" his voice broke, and he bit his lower lip hard.

"I will never leave you." His brows furrow because of the fact that Yuri thought that for a second he would consider it. Especially with things how they are now. He moved his hands there, still. He could feel Yuri's hands tightening around his own. He knew that he was anxious over this, but Otabek needed Yuri to know what he had to say.

So, Otabek started to talk. "Listen, Yura..." he said. And then, Otabek started to talk. He was saying more words, consecutively, than he had ever said before in his life. "I am not going to leave you. I am not being forced into anything. I am going to stay here with you." His hand presses gently to Yuri's stomach. He could feel the baby there. "And this. I don't want to leave either of you, Yura."

He nuzzled against Yuri a little, face burying into his neck. He was taking in Yuri's scent. He wanted that comfort, too. He was afraid, but he was trying to open up the conversation with Yuri about the baby.

Yuri's lip trembled, despite how hard he tried to stop it, how heavily he was biting down. He struggled to keep his breathing even, but couldn't stop the spike of anxiety rushing through his pheromones, more than enough for Otabek to detect. Especially with his nose buried against Yuri's throat.

"You say that now, Beka- but later? People change. And sometimes they just don't come back. I can't-" his own hands pressed against his belly, just above Otabek's. Not quite hard enough to be painful, but enough that he was leaving imprints in his own skin, "You don't have to coddle me if you can't stay. I don't want you to feel trapped. And I don't ever want to make you resent me because I ruined your life!" Yuri had gotten more and more emotional and high strung as he spoke, his final words bursting out of him with so much force it left him shaking. Eyes wet once more, this furiously scrubbed away against the bottom of his shirt, drawn up by one of his hands as he released a shuddering breath, a poorly concealed sob.

Otabek noticed the change in his scent immediately. He didn't like the scent of that anxiety, but he still kept his face in Yuri's neck. He wanted to attempt to comfort him. When that sob broke through, Otabek made a noise against Yuri's neck. He didn't like the way it sounded, and he was quiet for several moments. He was trying to find a way to explain to him what he wanted him to understand. He sighed deeply, inhaling Yuri's anxious scent.

"No. It won't change. I want to bond you. All I ever thought of was you." Since he was thirteen. Yuri has been the object of Otabek's affection for as long as he's ever felt that way about anyone. "That hasn't changed." His hand rested there, on the hardness of Yuri's stomach. On their baby. His future child. The child he wanted and the child he was so afraid that Yuri didn't want. The scent he was emitting, although he wasn't completely aware of it, was one of worry.

The words came out so easily now. "I want this, Yuri. I really want this. But if you don't..." He frowned. "I don't want you to do this if you don't want it." He hoped, maybe, he would know. He needed Yuri to know that there was no way that he'd ever leave.

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