bringbackgold | Catchall (for bespredel)

Otabek's family was a complicated story that he didn't enjoy the thought of announcing it to. If he could avoid it all together, he would. But it would be bad if they found out about it through Social Media or tabloids before he got the chance to tell them. He dreaded it. He was ready to pick a fight with his mother last time (so traditional, he always had a hard time getting her to approve). Going alone was more terrifying than anything.

"Hmm..." Otabek considered over the way to announce on social media. "I think we should put a picture of the ultrasound up." Of course, Otabek was keen to showing their baby off to everyone, and that ultrasound was an indisputable piece of proof about what was going to happen. He also knew that just that wouldn't satisfy what Yuri seemed to be wanting to do.

"He won't kill me and leave our baby fatherless," Otabek noted. He walked in, hand-in-hand with Yuri, to the rink. He saw the last couple of students leaving, walking past them curiously. Otabek nodded to them in greeting. He didn't know them well, but they had trained together, so he was polite. In the lobby, Yakov and Lilia seemed to be having an animated conversation about something (Otabek didn't know what).

And then they were spotted.

It wasn't as though he wanted to see the other fighting with his parents, but he knew that their values didn't always... align. The last thing Yuri wanted to do was cause tension between Otabek and his family, but this was something that had already happened. Something that both of them wanted. The baby was happening, and they would handle it together, whether Otabek's parents supported them or not.

"The ultrasound over my belly, with our hands shaping a heart around it," Yuri replied, grinning and nudging his shoulder against Otabek's as they walked in.

"Yuri! Otabek! It's about damned time!" Yakov barked, immediately flushing red with fury at seeing the two of them. Not just seeing them, but seeing them carrying such a carefree nonchalance with one another, "We have been worrying sick about you two! Explain yourselves!" he demanded, shouting himself hoarse.

Yuri rolled his eyes, and immediately thrust the ultrasound pictures at the other.

"You're going to have to get used to me off the ice for awhile old man, I'm going to be busy for the next seven months with other things." Yuri deadpanned.

"What the hell is this?!" Yakov demanded, going impossibly redder, even as Lilia marched closer, her high heeled boots clacking and echoing down the hallway.

This was going... exactly how Otabek had anticipated. It wasn't to say that it was a good or bad direction, either. He had expected to get yelled at immediately upon being seen, and sure enough, Yakov was shouting. At least for a few moments. And then Yuri shoved the ultrasound at Yakov. Otabek waited, watching Yakov's reaction. Seeing his face get redder with every passing moment. He asked what it was, but Otabek opted to wait until Lilia was there, as well, before saying.

He could already hear her approaching, and while he knew he should probably answer immediately, when Lilia was close enough that he was sure she could hear, he answered the question.

"An ultrasound." Otabek's fingers tightened around Yuri's. "We're having a baby." He figured the blunt and straightforward approach would probably be the best way to go, since further dancing around the subject would probably only frustrate Yakov.

Lilia, now standing next to Yakov, could see how bright red his face was. he looked frustrated. "I win the bet, Yakov." Of course, this only made his face redder. He looked like his head was about to pop right off his body.

Wait, did Otabek hear that right? Were they betting on this?

Yakov looked from the ultrasound in his hand, and then to Yuri and Otabek again. Yuri, who looked completely smug as shit. If Yakov's blood hadn't already been boiling, it certainly would have been then.

"How could you do something so irresponsible!" Yakov demanded, slamming a foot down and getting in both their faces, before rounding on Lilia, "And don't be so smug!!"

"If your blood pressure gets any higher we're going to have to clean your head off the walls, Yakov," Yuri warned, rolling his eyes and leaning into Otabek's shoulder, "And what bet? You were betting on what was wrong with me?!" Yuri demanded, his own features colouring as he began to get heated, unable to decide whether this fact warranted being pissed off or not.

Otabek didn't seem too pleased by the situation, especially when the feelings started to become heated. A wave of need to protect both Yuri and his child swept over him and his arm wrapped around Yuri's waist, and he tugged him into his arms, holding him close. His eyes shifted to Yakov and Lilia, but he said nothing to them for the moment. He didn't look pleased, though.

Lilia answered Yuri's question simply. "I thought you were pregnant," she answered. She looked smug because she had been right, and Yakov looked like his head was going to roll off his body or explode. "You have gained weight, Yuri, and your stamina has definitely lowered." She looked to Yakov. "He didn't think you were. So I won."

Otabek was not quite pleased they were betting on what was wrong with Yuri, but he calmed himself a little after a few moments. "I'll be back soon, but we have to go to Almaty soon."

"How the fuck did you know?!" Yuri demanded, even as Lilia explained her reasoning, shaking his head in disbelief. How had he and Otabek been the last to figure it out? Or at least that was how it felt!

Yakov had started to shake, he was so frustrated. He blew out a breath, before shoving the ultrasound back into Yuri's hands, scowling.

"Congratulations," he barked, but didn't sound particularly enthused at all, "And you," he rounded on Otabek, Yuri pressing back into Otabek's grasp, his lips curling into a warning snarl, "Take a short break to tell your parents, but then get your ass back here. I am going to work you so hard for this, boy!"

Yuri exhaled, relieved that this was the brunt of Yakov's ire, sighing out, and then laughing despite himself.

"Just think, you'll have another student to run circles around you and drive you crazy soon enough Yakov!" Yuri laughed.

"I'll retire before that happens!" Yakov roared, which only made Yuri laugh harder.

The banter helped him relax. His arm moved to Yuri's hip, fingers moving there, teasing through the sweatshirt. "Yes, sir," Otabek answers. He knows that is the best way to go rather than protesting anything. He nodded, "Sooner rather than later." He knew that he had to get back soon. He didn't like the idea of missing training, and he had to win now. Every competition he could, he had to do all that he could. He was skating for Yuri and their baby, too.

He sighed, his phone had been buzzing for the past several minutes and he realizes he can't ignore it anymore. He doesn't get many notifications, at least not like this. He tugs his phone out of his pocket and looks at it.

He has 27 new e-mails. This was since they had walked into the rink. Then, he had 9 notifications from his mother, 4 from his sister. He showed Yuri the notifications on his phone. Particularly, he showed the notifications which alerted him of new articles posted with either of their names in it.

He looked to Yakov. "I'm sorry, but we have to go."

"I hope you've at least been keeping up with your cardio and weight training, Otabek! Don't think that this little hiccup means I'm going to go easy on you! You had better be in top condition when you get back on the ice-!"

Even with Otabek's admittance of having to leave, Yakov kept shouting instructions after them, causing Yuri to flip the old man the bird as they exited the rink, and headed towards the rental car. Yuri's face twisted at the sight of the notifications, and he immediately whipped out his own phone to see for himself.

"Oh, Otabek. Shit," he said, pulling up the most damning one- of himself, entering an omega clinic, and exiting with what was clearly a pharmaceuticals bag. He hadn't even bothered trying to hide the receipt, and someone had zoomed in and enhanced the photo; showing the confirmation for all of his prenatal vitamins.

"Jesus christ," Yuri groaned, "They've made a poll for people to vote who the damn baby daddy is," he hissed, pulling his phone back and scrolling viciously, and then practically screaming- "WHY THE HELL IS JJ ON IT?! AS IF I WOULD EVER LET THAT MAPLE SYRUP SUCKING FUCK NEAR ME IN A HEAT!!"

Otabek noticed the articles, and he knew that was why his family was contacting him. So he would be equipped to deal with them, he started to scroll the articles himself, preparing himself for the call he was going to have to make. The articles weren't complimentary, and the fact that there was speculation over the father he feels should have ruffled him more.

But he knew that he was the father. He knew that he was the only person Yuri had been with. He was the only person that Otabek wanted. "At least I'm winning in one of the polls." It came out sounding half-amused.

He read his sister's texts first. All of them were issuing warnings to him to call their mother. How upset her mother was with him. And then...she said that she couldn't wait to be an aunt.

His mother's texts were almost exclusively a series of demands that he calls and accusing him of doing inappropriate things while he was in St. Petersburg. She also specifically said that he better come back to Almaty to talk.

"I have to call now," Otabek said, immediately dialing out.

He waited for her to pick up the phone. Immediately, when she picked up, he was barraged with Kazakh. She demanded to know if he was the father of that hussy's child. He answered in Kazakh, and then after some back and forth - Yuri would definitely be able to hear Otabek's voice get louder and more upset.

He was definitely fighting with her, which he didn't want to do. "Mother," he said in Kazakh, "Yuri is going to be my mate. So if you want to be a part of your grandchild's life -- " Upset and hurt, Otabek was using more words than he typically did. "You're going to have to not call him names."

But that didn't stop it. She went on how he could have married a nice Omega girl. A rich one, who would have had a comfortable life with him. That girl would have made him happy and they would have had many children. Now, he was with some Omega Boy. He was a public figure in Kazakhstan - she'd say - then insist that he could do better.

"No, I couldn't," he said. "See you next weekend." He didn't want to have this conversation anymore.

Yuri leaned against the car beside Otabek while he called his mother, scrolling through articles and only half listening to a conversation he could only understand snippets of. When Otabek started to get upset, though, Yuri became more invested, his eyes narrowing. It looked as though he was about to snatch the phone at any moment, and hang on Otabek's mom for him. He knew that wouldn't help either of their circumstances in that moment, though. So he didn't. But the anxiety rolling off of the other once he finished the phonecall was palpable, and as soon as it was finished with, Yuri was moving into the other's space. He inclined his throat, offering it as a space for the other to bury his nose as his arms wound around Otabek's back, pressing tightly against him.

"That bad, huh?" he murmured softly, knowing the other would talk about it if he wanted to. And if not, then Yuri was still there to hold him regardless.

Otabek hung up the phone, shoving it into his pocket. He took note of Yuri's reaction as the conversation went on. He didn't appreciate how his mother was referring to the person that he loved. The person that he had committed himself to for so long. His feelings for Yuri had been present before he presented as an Alpha (although he certainly didn't fully understand them then) - and definitely before Yuri presented as an Omega. So even when she accused him of being a victim to his barer instincts, he could dispute it.

Yuri Plisetsky was the only person Otabek had ever loved. And they were going to have a baby, whether or not his mother liked it.

He wrapped his arms around Yuri, feeling on edge and unhappy. He buried his face in his throat, taking deep breaths to take in his scent. It did put him at ease. The anxiety was still present, but it was no longer filling the air.

"About what you'd expect," Otabek said. He knew well what he should expect before going into the call. What he didn't know was how edgy and upset it made him. He knew it was a drive to protect Yuri and his child.

"She'll come around eventually. She always does." Well, sort of. When he had come out to his family, his mother started to introduce him to Omega boys, as well, after some time. She struggled with Yuri, and he was sure it was because she didn't get to pick him. He had to tell her constantly that Yuri had his own, successful, career. It wasn't a matter of the Hero of Kazakhstan being taken advantage of at all.

"She'll come around now, if only because of this." He moved one hand to Yuri's stomach, where he knew their baby was. She had always wanted to be a grandmother.

Softly, Yuri dragged his fingertips through the short stubble of Otabek's hair, just above his neck. A soft, soothing gesture as Otabek breathed him in. His cheek nuzzled against the side of Otabek's head, his own eyes closing as he held the man he loved most.

Snorting softly, Yuri nodded a little, but still huffed as the other's hand settled on his stomach.

"And if she doesn't I'll tear her hand off with my teeth," Yuri grumbled, before softening, "I know she doesn't mean to hurt you, Beka. She's just protective. You're worth protecting, you know. And she's always seen me as a bad influence. Which is hilarious, compared to mister DJ badboy of Kazakhstan," Yuri's eyebrows shot up, teasing and affectionate as he smiled, just a little.

"You want to go home? Take those announcement photos? We might as well, I mean. The whole world knows now anyway," he twitched his phone, for emphasis. Couldn't wait now, to show off their princess to the whole damn world.

Yuri's action was relaxing for him. He settled into the others touch. Yuri's scent surrounding him. There was nothing better than him. It wasn't as though he got upset very often, but Yuri always knew exactly what to do to help him whenever he felt this way. No one could get through to him quite like the other did. He physically shifted, his arms tightening around Yuri and pulling him close to get a short, chaste kiss.

"I don't need to be protected from you," Otabek said. "I never have." He sighed. "She doesn't understand." Yuri was the best thing that ever happened to him. They were both strong individuals who were able to take care of themselves. Neither of them really needed protection. Otabek always got into his share of trouble when he was younger, so he didn't need a bad influence.

He nodded. "Let's go home. Take some photos. Clear the air." Otabek knew that they would be able to immediately kill the 'who is the father' business with the announcement. He shifted away, so that they could climb into the car and head home.

His lips met Otabek's gladly, his nose brushing Otabek's softly as they parted from this affection. Neither of them were much for public displays like this, but every once in awhile it was called for. Possibility of paparazzi be damned.

"She will," he promised gently, "I know she will. She can't look at us and think that we're anything but right for each other. When she finally lets herself see, really see the way we look at each other, Beka..." it wasn't like Yuri to usually get so sentimental. He didn't often tell Otabek he loved him, and when he did- he always, always meant it. He wasn't liberal with his sensitive side; too used to being guarded, to keeping his feelings tightly under wraps. But now, when Otabek was as upset as he was- it was always right to tell Otabek the truth of his heart.

"We're going to take the best 'daddy reveal' photos ever," Yuri promised, grinning. Stealing another soft kiss from the other's lips, before slowly unwinding from the other, so he could climb into the car.

"I love you, Yura," Otabek said. Despite his calm, aloof exterior, he was pretty free with his feelings when it came to Yuri - at least when they weren't in public. Public displays were not a thing either of them were into. Right now seemed appropriate, though. If the paparazzi caught it, it'd only further prove the case that this baby was his. He knew the other wasn't quite like him, and that was alright. He didn't need to be told it, he knew it was the case.

He shifted to the driver side, and got into the car. He couldn't wait to announce it, either. Then, they could put all the rumors to rest (especially the theories that JJ or Viktor somehow were the father). He bucked up, and when he knew Yuri was secured in his seat, he made his way home so that they could get these pictures taken.

He was excited - so excited for the world to know that they were going to be parents.

"I love you too Beka," Yuri murmured, waiting until the other was in the car with him, and then reaching over to squeeze the other's hand. He let the other have his hand back to get the car started and into gear, but after that he took it back, leaning across the console to lean against the other's shoulder, his cheek resting there.

"You're going to be the best dad, Beka," he murmured softly once they had parked at his apartment, grinning again, before slipping out of the car and practically skipping for the stairs. Vibrating with excitement, eager to show the whole world that they were having the best baby ever; that their princess was coming, due December.

As soon as he had kicked his own door down, Yuri was shedding out of his clothes. Wanting to change, wanting to look positively badass, and sexy for this announcement. A little skin, a lot of leopard print and leather.

"We're going to show the whole world that we're having the best baby ever!" Yuri practically leapt in excitement, punching the air as he toed off his sneakers, rummaging through his closet.

When Yuri told him he was going to be the best dad he was glad they had parked. He melted right then and there. He was just glad the other felt that way about him and their future. "You're going to be an awesome mama, Yura," Otabek responded. He was always straightforward and honest, and this was definitely not an exception to that rule. He wasn't concerned at all that their child would be loved and well cared for. And it didn't seem like anyone else was concerned about that fact, either.

Inside, he shifted out of his leather jacket and scarf, hanging them up, and took off his shoes. He took off his turtleneck as he walked into the bedroom and found a black v-neck tee in a drawer he had claimed at Yuri's place - to slip on instead. He wasn't quite so fashion inclined as Yuri. His own clothes much more plain and straightforward (he owned a lot of black). Still, this was important. Probably the most important thing he was going to post on social media.

"Is this alright?" he asked. He definitely wanted Yuri's approval. He did have the option of changing out of his jeans and putting on leather pants, if it was wanted.

Yuri was in the middle of pulling up leather pants with Leopard print sides when he looked up to assess the other's choice of shirt. He hummed lowly in approval, his lips curving up into an almost predatory smirk.

"I love what that shirt does to your arms. It's really sexy, so hell yes. And the leather pants too, come on- off with the jeans. I have an aesthetic I'm going for here." He smirked, leaving his pants undone as he reached for a torn black sleeveless shirt. It had been "repaired" with a Leopard print swathe of fabric underneath, giving the rips a layered appearance with the peek of spots.

"Do I look okay?" Yuri asked, making sure the shirt was short enough to show his belly button, so that the photo would have a peek of skin from around the ultrasound photo.

Otabek tugged off his jeans, then worked his way into a pair of leather pants. They were snug, but not uncomfortable. He liked them. Between him and Yuri, they certainly did look like they went together. He was glad for the other's suggestion. More important than liking it himself, he needed Yuri to like it. That was what mattered to him most. His attention was diverted when Yuri asked him how he looked.

He took a half-step back, and appraised him. His eyes drifted up and down several times, a smile making it's way to his features. "You look fantastic." He couldn't help himself. He kept finding himself taking in Yuri's features. Especially his legs and ass. The leather pants looked good on him. They always did.

He was silently hoping they wouldn't have to keep these pants on long. Once these photos were taken and posted, they could do what they wanted. "Selfie stick?" he asked. He could hold it with one hand while holding onto Yuri with the other.

"Fuck yeah, selfie stick," he agreed, before gasping out, "Wait- you grab the stick, I need one more thing,"

Grinning he dashed out to the front room closet, digging through it, before pulling out a pair of studded, fingerless leather gloves and wrenching them onto his hands. That was perfect, and absolutely completed the punk ass look that he was gunning for.

"One of these days Otabek, Yakov is going to let me pierce my ears," Yuri grumbled. Probably what kept him from doing so, was the type of piercings Yuri wanted. Because he wouldn't stop at just one set, oh no. he had a list. He came back with his gloves on, grabbing up one of the print out's of their ultrasound, and stalking over to Otabek.

"Ready?" he grinned, toying gently with the bottom edge of Otabek's shirt as he strolled over, smirking as he leaned up and pressed their lips together. For good measure, of course.

Otabek reached to grab the selfie stick and put his phone in it, setting it up while Yuri finished getting himself together. He noticed the fingerless gloves and couldn't help but grin a little bit. He liked the way they looked. "Well, nothing he can do about it now," Otabek said. Yuri had plenty of time off, so if he wanted to get his ears pierced, Otabek wasn't about to stop him. By the time he'd be back on the ice, they'd be plenty healed and he could take out anything Yakov didn't approve of.

He returned the kiss, excited to get these pictures up, and on Social Media. He didn't want to separate from Yuri. He let his lips linger there for a few more moments. With Yuri this close, the excitement of the baby there, Otabek found himself wanting more than just a kiss. "After these pictures..." he said quietly, pulling away, "I don't want to take my hands off of you." His voice was quiet, and almost shy sounding.

He shifted a little, so that they could take the picture.

Humming in approval at the other's words, Yuri broke from the kiss with lidded eyes, a hazy expression in them as colour rose on his cheeks. A smirk spread across his lips and he closed the space between their hips, rolling his enticingly into Otabek's.

"Funny, I was thinking the same thing," he replied, his voice low and rough as he turned his head to the side of the other's, kissing along Otabek's jaw until he was taking the lobe of the other's ear between his teeth, nipping and sucking softly, pulling on the tender flesh before letting it go with a breath of rough laughter, before turning around. With the other's phone screen pointing at them, Yuri could make sure that he got exactly the shot he wanted. He pressed his as against the other's hips, smirking as he glanced over his shoulder at the other, before reaching for Otabek's free hand to position it where he wanted over his stomach.

"Put your fingers together and spread your thumb out like this," he instructed, and then angle it just so- yeah, that's perfect," he reached back with one of his hands, pulling the other's head forward a bit to rest on his shoulder, turning his face and giving the other another peck on the cheek, grinning like a shit against the side of Otabek's face as he brought the hand he was holding the ultrasound in down over his stomach, getting Otabek to lift his hand over it so that with his own hand over the other side, the formed a window of a heart right around the photo of their baby.

Then, grinning fiercely he stuck out his tongue, and flipped the camera off with his other hand, letting Otabek snap pictures as many pictures as he wanted all the while. Yuri would no doubt choose the most perfect one for their announcement.

Otabek flushed, not wanting to take his hand off of Yuri. The temptation only got worse when Yuri pressed his hips against his own. He grunted, facing the camera on his phone hooked up to the selfie stick. He carefully listened to Yuri's instructions. His hand forming half of the heart in the photo. He leaned into Yuri, eyes barely on the camera itself.

He snapped a ton of photos, realizing he had pink cheeks in each of the pictures he snapped. His eyes through most were on Yuri. Unable to take his eyes off of him.

After he was sure they had gotten the picture (he must have taken like 50), he took the ultrasound and selfie stick, placing both gently on the dresser.

He returned to Yuri and tugged his face towards his own. "Yura," he said quietly. His voice was low and raspy - like his name was a secret. He pressed a kiss to his lips. It was greedy and needy.

Later, when Yuri looked through the pictures he would find his favourite. One where he was glancing back at Otabek, still flipping the camera off, but his own expression had softened to something of a beaming smile, enraptured by the idea of their future together as Otabek's gaze met his, the softest of smiles tugging at his alpha's lips as their fingertips met over the picture of their baby. The picture he uploaded to Instagram was one of the tougher, rougher shots- but the soft expression he and Otabek were sharing, that was the one he framed.

The other's illicitation of his name had heat pooling low in Yuri's stomach, fanning a spark of arousal into a low burning flame.

"Beka," He returned, his own voice a smooth and trilling purr as he turned and rolled, pressing them together again, slotting one of his legs between Otabek's so he could grind against the other's thigh.

"Can't wait to show the whole world, can't wait to tell everyone what a stud you are, knocking me up on birth control," his words were spoken in a low and husky tone, breathed right into Otabek's ear. His hands slid up underneath the other's shirt, his lips finding Otabek's again as he began to walk the other back towards the nearest soft surface- thankfully the bed. Wanting everything Otabek was willing to give him in that moment.

Otabek found that he was quite fond of the one picture that became Yuri's favorite. The way that the two of them looked at each other - there was nothing short of adoration and excitement. He was glad that they opted against sharing that one. He liked that it became theirs. He wanted to keep that soft expression of Yuri's all to himself.

He breathed deep, air catching in his throat when Yuri spoke to him, an then the leg between his thighs. He was glad to find the bed. He knew that there was something to be said about being with Yuri caused him to succumb to his instincts. Something about being with him brought out a side of Otabek that no one ever saw. Whenever he became aroused, he lost himself to his want to be with Yuri. He knew, also, that it wasn't just like this when Yuri was in heat. He also knew that only Yuri could ever fully pull that loss of control out of him.

He settles himself into the side of the bed, realizing that the shirt he has - has to absolutely go. His fingers tug at the bottom of it, tugging it upwards, separating from the kiss to discard it. "And the world will know how lucky I am to have you." He shifted back on the bed. Then, moving his hands to Yuri's hips, a strong tug urged him forward. His hands moved from his hips to his stomach, taking a moment there.

His mind was a haze of arousal and instinct. "Yura," he panted. He tugged Yuri's shirt, so that he could capture the other's lips again, before moving his fingers under the material. Yuri's skin was so perfect soft, pale.

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