bringbackgold | Catchall (for bespredel)

His thumbs kept stroking the other's cheeks softly, gently and sweetly wiping away the other's tears. His left hand slid to the back of the other's head, fingers threading softly and gently through Beka's hair, and drawing him softly closer to his belly. He loved it when Otabek kissed his belly, when he lavished attention there. Not for anything illicit or sexual, necessarily, but just to feel. The way Otabek couldn't seem to take his hands off him did wonders for Yuri's comfort levels; made him feel wanted, comfortable and unafraid for the future. Which for Yuri, was rare.

"So much," he agreed, pressing his stomach into the other's hands as she continued to kick, and wriggle, "And I love you, Beka. I love our home, I love our baby," he let a soft, wet laugh, his own tears beginning to fall. "Sometimes, I still can't quite believe... that I have this. That I wake up with you. That this isn't all just a dream..."

Otabek leaned in, pressed his nose and lips to Yuri's stomach. He placed gentle, loving kisses along the skin there. He loved everything about Yuri's belly. The curve of it, knowing their daughter was growing there. It made it irresistible to Otabek. How could he not want to feel this? His entire world was right there. He whispered something against Yuri's belly in Kazakh ("I love you", it meant). It was specifically for their princess.

He could feel her moving again. Every movement was exciting. Finally managing to get his tears to stop, he moved his hands, standing up and then stepping in to Yuri, moving his hands back to Yuri's stomach, but now able to lean in, press his lips to Yuri's forehead. "It's real. I'm here. I'm going nowhere. I love you." Otabek was never one for big declarations, or lots of feelings, but he couldn't help himself with Yuri and his child. Everything about this made him feel things that he wasn't sure he'd ever get to feel. He was going to have a family with the only person he could ever imagine having a family with.

How many others could say they were so lucky?

He hummed softly in pleasure at the brush of the other's lips, his hands along his swollen belly. His fingers continue to stroke softly through the longer parts of Otabek's hair, before brushing gently over the shorter undercut. He knew the words Otabek spoke, had googled them before, after once hearing Otabek whisper them during a heat. He'd had to know what it meant, then, and although he'd never told Otabek he'd heard it, he had held those words close, and tender. Hoped that someday Otabek would be brave enough to say them in a language Yuri really understood.

Now, he was lucky enough to say that he heard them often. Not constantly- but more than enough. Sometimes, Yuri still doubted- was still afraid... but those moments had become further and further apart the longer they were together, the more devoted Otabek expressed himself to be.

He truly did feel like the luckiest person in the world.

She kept kicking, even as Otabe rose up onto his feet, pressed his lips to Yuri's forehead. Smiling gently, Yuri leaned forward, and if not for Otabek's hands between them his stomach would have bumped the other's. His head came to rest on Otabek's shoulder, burying his nose against the other's neck, and dropping soft, sweet kisses there, holding himself close.

"I love you too, Otabek," he whispered softly, "So much sometimes I feel like I could burst with it," he leaned back, smiling and laughing softly, before bringing their lips together.

Otabek would always tell Yuri, especially if it was just the two - three - of them. He'd always tell his princess, too. He had never really been quite so expressive with his feelings before Yuri, but he felt so different - better - than he ever had. It was amazing what finally allowing himself to feel this way about someone had done to him. He was glad that he could, too, because he felt like their daughter deserved to hear those 'I love you's every day. He thought a child should constantly be told how appreciated they were.

He returned the kiss, kept it gentle and chaste. His hand moved in small circular motions on Yuri's stomach, and she just kept moving. She was so active today, he noted. She must be happy, or feeling good, he realized. And she seemed to like being talked to. He was going to have a hard time not constantly talking to her.

"She's a busy girl," he smiled a little, his voice quiet. "We might be in trouble with her." If she moved this much while she was still growing inside of Yuri, he could only imagine once she was born.

Yuri couldn't help but laugh at the other's assessment, his belly jerking from the motion gently beneath the other's hands as he grinned, stroking his fingers softly through Otabek's hair, feeling along the more closely shaved undercut.

"Bring it the hell on," Yuri grinned, and laughed more when, as if in response to Yuri's words, their little girl gave a particularly pronounced kick.

Otabek almost purred at the relaxing feeling he got from Yuri stroking his hair. He closed his eyes and let his forehead rest against the others. He was quiet,just feeling the way that she moved underneath his fingers and Yuri's belly jumped. Their princess seemed to be doing leaps and kicks each time one of them spoke to hear. She seemed to like hearing the sound of their voices. He almost melted at the thought.

She was eager to make herself known. He was nervous, though. He was nervous about doing a good job with her once she was here, and he only had about five months to really get ready. He couldn't even imagine how nervous Yuri was. Time was flying, and soon they would be parents. They were still young themselves, after all. Still, despite his nervousness, he kept his cool. He wouldn't let the nerves take a hold of him. He loved Yuri, and he loved his Princess, and he knew that everything else would fall into place.

"Hey now, baby girl," he cooed. "Take it easy on your mama, alright?" That pronounced kick made him smile. He realized as she got bigger, those would probably become increasingly uncomfortable.

She wriggled and kicked more in response to Otabek's words, and Yuri laughed softly, smiling softly and nuzzling his nose against his love's, stealing a soft kiss from his lips.

"I hate to say it, but I don't think she's a very good listener yet," he teased, brushing their noses together. Enjoying every little brush of their skin, every motion of their little girl beneath Otabek's hands. "Or maybe ever," he laughed, still hardly able to believe his luck. To believe that this was their life, that Yuri Plisetsky was so blessed. He had an alpha who loved him, a perfect, healthy baby on the way. He was young enough that he wouldn't have to truly sacrifice his career in order to have children. Sure, there was plenty of hate on the internet about their relationship- about how they were too young. They both had started receiving hate mail; but Yuri didn't care.

As long as Otabek was happy, as long as Otabek wanted this... wanted him. He was happy.

"She's encouraging you to get her crib built, daddy," Yuri laughed, seeing the pieces of the furniture still strewn across the floor, "She needs a place to sleep!"

He appreciated how responsive she was to everything they said. She moved and wriggled at the sounds of their voices. Something about it was completely magical. He knew she didn't understand, but it felt like she at least knew who was talking to her. And to him, that meant a lot. He pulled Yuri close, holding him as close as he could, his stomach between them. Otabek loved the sight of it - his child growing inside the love of his life.

"I bet she'll be like you." Otabek seemed amused by that. He didn't know what Yuri was like when he was a baby, but he could imagine. He loves the idea of his child being a smaller version of the one person he cared about in the way that he cared about Yuri.

He sighed deeply at the mention of the crib. He was...experiencing difficulties. He shifted, and knelt down in front of Yuri. His hands went to either side of his growing belly, and leaned forward. "Let me tell you a secret, baby girl. Your daddy is terrible at following basic Ikea instructions." His eyes diverted to the scattered pieces of furniture. "But I'll always make sure you have a place to sleep. So I guess I'm going to find a video on YouTube."

He grinned despite himself, unable to help but to laugh at the face Otabek was making in regards to the crib. He reached out, catching the other's hands and leaning in to kiss the other's knuckles, smiling mischievously.

"How is it that you can spend hours and hours taking apart your bike and putting it back together again, but a crib stumps you?" Yuri shook his head, chuckling softly. But then he softened, smiling as he reached out and brushed his fingers along Otabek's cheek where he knelt, affection written into every expression he made.

"I hope she'll be more like you," Yuri murmured softly, before laughing, "Because I'm a menace!" And, it wasn't even as though he were lying on this fact. It really was true.

Yuri made this more than clear as July became August. Their little girl grew inside of him- as did the heat. It was only August 5th, but already Yuri was finding it unbearable. So far they were saying it was one of their hottest summers on record. Because of course it was; of course he was being made to suffer as much as possible. He had whined once to Otabek that the sun itself was out to murder him, and there were some days he really believed that.

He'd been sleeping badly more often than not as of late. Hot and uncomfortable, their princess kicking up a storm and never seeming to stop moving now that she had started. What Yuri hadn't really expected was how much her moving around would come to affect the size of his belly. Yuri figured she had been trying to turn over, or turn around for a couple of days, given how much she'd fussed inside of him. Moreso than usual, in the last few days. At 3am, Yuri had still been awake nursing a glass of hot milk, trying to calm their little girl down, feeling utterly miserable. He'd fallen asleep sometime just before sunrise, his empty cup still grasped in one of his hands, rolled sideways on the bed as he lay on his back, sleeping soundly.

It seemed their princess had finally managed to turn herself around; make herself more comfortable. And for it, Yuri's belly had finally, really and truly popped.

Otabek didn't have an excuse for why the crib was quite a task. He had messed up plenty when toying with his bike, and had to take it in for repairs for when he was first learning. It took practice and time to get to where he was, which he would still say was far from expert. He had never built a crib before, of course. The instructions didn't make much sense, so he'd go to where he could make sense of it.

He can't help but feel a little pride in the fact that Yuri wants her to be like himself. Though he had his doubts. His mother always told him that he was a rather calm baby during her pregnancy, and this little girl was a feisty thing before she was even born.

The crib did end up getting built, and Otabek continued to put together things in the room. As it closer to August, the room started to look more and more complete, which was what he wanted. That way they could use the last couple months to stock up on the things they'd need - clothes, diapers, and other things. They would have a baby shower soon, too. Otabek knew it'd be warm in Almaty. Warmer than it was at home - and he'd be sure to warn of this fact.

With the warm weather, came Otabek making sure to stock up on cold and frozen treats. He was always sure to keep their ice bins stocked up, too. He wanted to make sure Yuri was as comfortable as possible. It was only going to get worse, he realized.

Otabek knew that Yuri hadn't been sleeping well. He could feel the shift in the bed when the other needed to get up. He was relieved when he felt the other settle, and closed the distance between them, though careful not to touch or get too close. He knew it would only make the heat worse. Even though they had air conditioning, he considered getting a couple of fans to help. He finally woke up mid morning. He had training in the afternoon, so his morning was free today. When his time was free, that meant he was usually working on something - like food prep, or even getting things ready for their girl.

He rolled over, and there it was - bigger and more obvious than it had ever been. She seemed to have shifted and gotten herself comfortable. Yuri looked... big. He didn't want to say anything, and didn't want to touch in fear that she'd notice, start moving, and wake up Yuri.

Otabek shifted, fumbled for his phone on the nightstand, and decided he'd capture the scene. Not for anyone else, of course. He'd share with Yuri the picture he'd take. He wanted him to see the way that Otabek did.

Admittedly, Yuri hadn't really wanted to have the baby shower in Almaty. It wasn't anything personal against Otabek's family, or anything- although for how Otabek's mom tended to treat him, it certainly could have been if he had wanted it to be- but mostly, it was about the heat. He was already wildly uncomfortable, and there were so many places in Almaty that still went without air conditioning... Yuri wasn't sure how he was going to survive it. He hadn't really wanted a baby shower at all, in truth. But this was his concession to Otabek's mom, trying to make peace with her.

Yuri and Otabek still hadn't bonded; which probably didn't help her low opinion of Yuri. Neither of them had really brought it up, but the longer Yuri's pregnancy went on for, the more he wanted it.

Now, though, all he wanted was a good night's rest. Something that was getting harder, and harder to achieve with every passing day. Yuri had the blankets kicked away from himself, his oversized shirt riding up over the swell of his belly. He was laying on his back, head turned towards Otabek.

With the first snap of the camera, Yuri sighed in his sleep, shifting to roll over, body curving in towards Otabek's presence. His belly bumped the other, his fingertips curling against the pillow softly. His lashes fluttered for a moment- seeming almost as though he might wake, but didn't, just yet.

Otabek didn't want to go to Almaty, either. He was perfectly content not having to drag Yuri, while heavily pregnant, on a plane to a place that would probably be far too warm for him. It worried him, but he knew they both were doing it to appease his mother. His mother who was not impressed with his choices up to this point. His mother, who was also so kind to let him know how unimpressed she was that he got his boyfriend, who he was not mated with, pregnant at their ages.

The more and more he watched their child grow and move inside of Yuri, the more that desire to bond became present. They hadn't talked about it recently, but he wanted to. That instinct was driving him to it, too. He also had noticed, though, that he as becoming increasingly more protective over Yuri. He wondered if bonding would help that urge to protect, since it would let others know that he had a mate.

The shirt was riding up, and he could see the swell of his belly so clearly. He could feel his heart pound against his chest. That desperate urge to touch, but not wanting to wake Yuri put him in a difficult place. So he took a couple more pictures, before placing his phone on the nightstand again.

Not able to resist, a hand moved up Yuri's side, resting on the side of his belly.

It took a little while, but with Otabek's hand, a gentle warmth against his belly- Yuri began to stir. He'd already began to start waking up while Otabek had been snapping photos, but now his green eyes opened slowly properly. Disoriented, and sleepy, Yuri smiled as Otabek's features filled his gaze, his own hand sliding down to find Otabek's, fingertips stroking over the backs of the other's knuckles.

"Morning," he mumbled, sounding slurred with sleep, shifting to snuggle closer to the other- not quite realizing that it was more difficult than usual, due to the size of his growing stomach. "What time is it?" he mumbled, grunting as he tried to tuck his face into the other's neck, but couldn't quite reach as well as usual. Blinking away sleep, Yuri yawned, and sat up instead, groaning and stretching as his back popped.

Then, finally, he looked down.

"Woah!" he exclaimed, blinking in shock, running his hands over his stomach, before looking at Otabek with saucer-wide eyes, "I guess she finally moved around, away from my spine!" That was the only explanation that made sense to Yuri, anyway.

Otabek's fingers moved over Yuri's, turning to grip his hand for the brief moment Yuri laid there near him. "Like nine thirty," he answered. He knew that Yuri hadn't gotten much sleep. His eyes rested on Yuri's stomach, and the way their princess had settled herself. She was obvious, and present, and the difference was so noticeable. Their daughter wanted the world to know she was there, and she wanted the world to know that she was coming.

When Yuri shifted to sit up, Otabek joined him, shifting closer to Yuri. "I'm sorry for waking you." Especially since he was so soundly sleeping, and that meant their girl was not shifting around keeping him awake. His fingers moved to the bump, so clear and present now. No longer a slow grow, but she had settled herself comfortably.

He snuggled up close, fingers moving with light, feather-like touches. "Training is this afternoon, but the rest of the morning is free..." he leaned towards Yuri, pressing a quick kiss to the other's lips. "You should come, though." It was nice and cool there, and he knew the others would be in shock upon seeing his mate. His mate. He wasn't going to be able to fight the urge to bond for much longer. He was starting to experience some possessiveness and protectiveness, especially in the presence of other alphas.

"Nine thirty- you slept in," he teased, though there was nothing accusatory in his tone. Once, it hadn't been like either of them to wake up so late. But with Yuri's pregnancy, and how he struggled to sleep- he knew it kept Otabek awake, too. He felt a little guilty for it, but so too did he like waking up with Otabek. Like this, with him being the first thing Yuri saw in the morning- it was so much better than waking up to an empty bed.

"It's okay, you didn't really wake me- she's starting to move a bit," he explained, rubbing the top of his belly, where it wasn't visible, but he could feel her striking softly against his ribs, "She's giving me heart burn," he groaned, grimacing a little, but leaning in closer to Otabek, scooting so that he could rest his head against the other's shoulders and rub his own hand along with Otabek's, nuzzling his nose along the other's neck, and softly dropping kisses there.

"I would love to come," he purred, his voice low and enticing. Full of teasing promise- but for what? It was probably easy to guess, if the way he was nipping softly at the other's neck was anything to go by. "It feels really nice, Beka. Your hands on my belly."

"I like sleeping next to you," Otabek said. His voice was low, he was still leaning in close. He liked waking up with Yuri, too. The schedule seemed to work out well now, since that meant he could be kept up a little late if needed. Or if he was woken up, it wasn't as big of a deal with the later schedule. He knew, though, once competitions got close, he wouldn't be able to take advantage of a later schedule. It would be all day and night work. And it would be like that through the end of Yuri's pregnancy, given their princess was due close to the Grand Prix Finals.

Should Otabek make it into them, of course.

His fingers moved gently over the top of the bump "Do you want me to get you anything for the heartburn?" he asked. He was by no means an expert on dealing with it, but if Yuri knew what he wanted in order to deal with it - Otabek was able to fetch. In fact, he liked getting things for Yuri to help him through this.

He was carrying his child after all.

"I'm glad," he said. He felt his heart leap a little at the compliments, and the agreeing to come to the rink. "I -- " he nuzzled against Yuri, "I want to bond you."

"I can't fault you that," Yuri admitted softly, smiling as he moved his hand to stroke down one of the other's arms, before sliding to rub the other's chest with the backs of his knuckles. A loving, sweet gesture as Otabek's fingers moved over his skin, and the fabric of his shirt where it had ridden up. "I like waking up next to you, I like sleeping in your arms."

He sighed a little, trying to gauge whether or not it was worth having the other move, or leave for a little to get him something for the heartburn- or if he could wait it out. He decided on the latter, enjoying the other's hands on him, their current closeness too much to have the other move away from him just yet. "Not right now," he mumbled, closing his eyes and snuggling closer.

"I want you to bond me," he agreed softly, smiling tenderly at the other's words. Misunderstanding, just a little. Not quite realizing that Beka wanted to bond him right then. They had talked about it, about waiting until after Yuri had delivered. He assumed that Otabek was ruminating on how he was looking forward to it. "You're the only one for me, Beka."

He snuggled in next to Yuri, settling and getting comfortable there. He considered, only for a brief moment, skipping practice today. Staying home with Yuri, working on their daughter's nursery. He was finding there was something he could always be doing in there. Of course, he had a feeling that suggesting that would result in...an unhappy Yuri, so he didn't even test the waters.

He'd just enjoy the time here, snuggled up, for now. His fingers moved so gently. "Princess, please give your mama a break." He had a feeling that she was preparing Yuri for the next few months. And the sleeping schedule they were already seeming to develop seemed to be suited to taking are of an infant.

He nuzzled Yuri's neck. "I meant now," he said. Sure, they had talked about waiting, but he wasn't sure that he would be able to.

The other's words caused Yuri's breath to hitch- want pooling in his gut, coiling in the pit of his belly and drawing tight. He shuddered out a slow breath, willing himself to steady for how dizzy the idea made him. For how much he wanted that, too.

"Otabek..." he whispered, instinctively inclining his throat, the hair rising on the back of his neck, gooseflesh shivering all down his arms, "I... I want it to be special," it was so hard, to remember what he wanted with the other's mouth so close to where he would bond him; to the soft brush of Otabek's nose, something like a promise.

"But I don't want to wait much longer, either," he admitted softly, finding Otabek's hands with his own, and linking their fingers together, squeezing gently. "If you land that quad you've been struggling with- tonight. You'll have to give me a little time when we get home to set the apartment up a little- but tonight," he promised, turning his head to nuzzle his nose against the other's, before finding Otabek's lips with his own.

Yuri's skin on his neck presented to him, he moved his tongue over it. It was so tempting, so welcoming. He could feel Yuri's pulse when he rested his face in the exact right spot. He took in his Omega's scent. No one would be able to doubt that Yuri was his, soon. Having Yuri bonded to him also would make him feel more secure in their relationship. He wouldn't feel quite so aggressive towards other Alphas when they got near Yuri (he felt some pity towards fellow skaters, who he knew were harmless). It took a lot of control not to snap at them.

"I'll land it," Otabek said. He sounded determined. He would do it. "And I'll give you all the time you need." He'd want to shower and be nice and clean, so he'd be sure that he didn't ruin anything for whatever Yuri had planned. "I love you, Yura," he said. "I'll do anything for either of you."

A hand shifted, moving over Yuri's bump, so obvious and loud. He'd have to get up and start stretching and preparing for training before too long, but for now - he'd enjoy getting comfortable and close to Yuri. He would definitely do anything for Yuri. In another two months, he'd be starting at the Grand Prix, which meant that he was going to have to put in even more work and time, and that meant more time at the rink and maybe away from Yuri.

He let out a soft, stuttering little breath as the other's mouth teased over his pulse; over where Otabek would apply his teeth, would bite down to bond him. The brush of his lips was almost enough to make Yuri moan, but he managed to swallow back the noise, not needing to make it even harder for Otabek to resist.

"I know you will," he murmured softly, "With or without my encouragement- you're incredible on the ice, Beka. And only getting better. When you perform, the height of your jumps, the way you look... You've made skating all yours, breaking out of convention. It's unbelievable. I can never look away," he felt breathless, and so, so in love. Shivering against t he other and smiling as Otabek's hand moved so worshipful, so warm over the swell of his bump.

The other's words, the promise to do anything for them. To protect them- he believed it.

"You're going to take gold this year, I just know it," Yuri breathed, turning his head so he could steal the other's lips for his own once more.

Underneath Otabek's hand, it was becoming more and more obvious what Yuri had been talking about; that their little girl was awake. And right back to her usual, almost over-active amount of motion. Kicking and wriggling away, and making herself very much known.

"Yura..." his voice was soft. He felt so complimented. So loved. He wasn't sure if Yuri's perception of how well he was doing was biased, or if he really was doing that much better, and doing that well. Still, it felt good to hear it from not only his greatest love, but his greatest competitor. And Yuri was never the type to say something he didn't mean, so he knew that he meant everything.

He pulled his lips away from Yuri. He had to, it was the only way to fight the temptation. He'd get to tonight, and he knew it because he was determined to make sure that they would be bonded by tomorrow morning. This would be probably one of the most important steps for their family.

He could feel her moving under his fingers. Their princess was so active, so energetic, and lively. Only just five months into the pregnancy and she was performing tricks. He could only imagine how this was going to progress. And then how she would be once she was with them.

"It's my year," Otabek noted. And he wasn't joking, either. He was one of the more seasoned competitors competing this year. "And Princess will be there soon after." Which admittedly made him a little nervous traveling for the Grand Prix - namely the finals. He didn't want to miss anything.

It might have been a little of both, if Yuri was absolutely truthful. But Yuri had never been one to offer anyone false hope; to lie, or give anything but his full and honest opinion. This was no different. If Otabek had been flagging, slacking, or failing in any perceptible manner Yuri would have been the first to tell him. After all, he truly wanted Otabek to be able to perform his absolute best.

"Mated, Beka. We're going to be mated. Our princess will be here, and yeah. Daddy is going to take gold," Yuri laughed brightly, wrapping his arms around the other's neck, snuggling in close and beaming helplessly. Glowing not just from pregnancy, but from the love he felt for the other. For the warmth and excitement in his heart for their shared futures.

Now, Yuri wasn't sure who was more eager to get to that evening. Him, or Otabek. Already he had something special in mind for the other. To make their bonding memorable, and as beautiful as possible. As beautiful as Otabek deserved for being so endlessly good to Yuri.

"She's going to keep us on our toes, Beka. Endlessly, I think," and yet that wasn't a complaint from Yuri at all. There was nothing he wanted more than to chase after a toddler, to listen to her squeal and laugh. To see what she would look like, what blend of him, and Otabek she would be.

If he was feeling like being sappy - or well, sappier - he would have said that he had already won the gold. But truth be told, he wanted to have that medal to bring home to his mate, and to his daughter. He wanted to be able have the memory of all of this happening at once. This year was his year. It was a year of change and things evolving for them. Things had already changed so much for himself and Yuri over the past few months. Finding out about their princess had brought so many nerves, but soon - they found excitement. And then they were preparing for her.

He didn't know if he would ever be completely ready before she arrived, and then he would be figuring it out from there. They were going to have a lot to learn.

"She is," Otabek answered after a moment. He moved his hand in small circles on Yuri's stomach. "A busy, active little girl." Pride was rolling through him, though, at the thought of her. At the fact that he was going to have a family. Part of him knew that was instinct, but for the most part - he could honestly say that he's always wanted a family.

He shifted a little. "I should start getting ready for training. Do you want me to get you anything while I'm up?" He recalled Yuri saying he had some heartburn, and wanted to make sure his mate (well, soon enough, at least) was taken care of.

"Busy, active, and making me fat," Yuri laughed, grinning despite himself and turning his face into the other's shoulder, nuzzling there and closing his eyes briefly. It felt so... nice. To have Otabek's hand on his stomach, to feel the other pressed warm against his back. To have the knowledge of this- that they would be having a family. That they were this blessed. It had been scary at first- because of his age, because of their careers- it was still scary to think of all the things they just didn't know about what was to come, but... Yuri thought that so long as they were together, well. They'd figure it out.

"Nnh, I don't know. Maybe make me some ginger tea? I guess I should shower too, if I'm going to come with you. I feel like I smell," and he very likely did- but to Otabek? To the father of his child? He smelled absolutely divine. Heavenly and warm and so very much like home and family. It was one of the side effects of pregnancy in omegas; they were meant to smell appealing to alphas, but to the father of a child it was taken to a level even beyond. And as an unbonded omega? Yuri's pheromones were only trying to work all the harder to entice his alpha to stay with him and the baby.

It was no wonder why Otabek had been struggling with his own instincts to bond the other, struggling with not being overly possessive.

Sighing, Yuri shifted to swing his feet over the bed, stretching his arms above his head and letting his back crack, groaning before reaching down and softly rubbing his distended stomach, smiling faintly. "What do you think princess? Should we get up and face the day? So that we can make it extra special for your daddy tonight... Provided he gets that jump he promised," Yuri grinned over at Otabek, before getting up onto his feet, and breathing out.

He couldn't quite help himself- had to go over to the mirror on the inside of the closet door, pulling it open so that he could see- so that he could admire just how much bigger he was; how much Amira shifting had changed... everything.

"Everyone at the rink is going to shit," Yuri gushed, couldn't help but feel just a little bit proud of the fact.

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