Please do Yurio telling Otabek he's pregnant as a Christmas present. <3
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Yurio is 21 here, and Otabek is 24!
The past three months had been some of the best of Yuri’s life. Otabek had come to stay with him in Russia. He had suffered an injury in skating a year prior right before the Grand Prix and was forced to retire. So he had time to go to Russia and be with Yuri, watching him skate and being supportive.
They had been together since Yuri’s eighteenth birthday, having confessed to each other at that time. And they had been together ever since. It was hard, but neither of them wanted anybody else. It was the two of them against the world.
Otabek had been in Russia for three months and he was due back after the New Year. But Yuri didn’t want to see him go. He was going to miss him. And, he had other reasons to not want him to go.
Yuri had been feeling a bit exhausted these last two months, more so than he had at any previous time. Sometimes he would wake with this incredible nausea that would pass but return again moments later until he relieved it. Sometimes it would sit in the pit of his stomach for the entirety of the day. He knew Otabek noticed but he never said anything, just opting to hold him close.
Yuri also got tired quicker while skating. He couldn’t do jumps as often because they would make him nauseous and even a bit dizzy. He remembered that somebody else had felt this same exact way before they had given birth. Yuri had no choice but to call that person.
“You should take a pregnancy test. And you and Otabek should be more careful!” Yuuri Katsuki had told him.
“You’re not my mom!” Yuri angrily growled and hung up. But he of course followed Yuuri’s instructions and bought three pregnancy tests, just to be safe. He left Otabek at home because he couldn’t let him know, oh god that would be horrifying. He took them at the ice rink, nearly getting caught by that hag Mila, and then almost puked when all three came out positive.
So, he was pregnant. And Otabek was going back to Kazakhstan on January second. A little over a week and then Yuri would be alone, and pregnant, without any knowledge of when he would see Otabek again. It was scary, it really was. But he didn’t want to ruin Otabek’s life. And if he had this baby it would ruin his, and his career.
Christmas morning arrived and Yuri woke for once without an overwhelming nausea in the pit of his stomach. Otabek was behind him, an arm draped carelessly around Yuri’s waist. Yuri could hear him breathing softly in a deep sleep and he knew that if he looked over his shoulder he’d see a beautiful sight; a sleeping Otabek, shirtless, with his bangs flat and falling over his eyes. The thought made Yuri blush.
Yuri laid in Otabek’s arms before he felt him stir with a little sigh falling from the Kazakh’s lips. Yuri felt a soft kiss press to the back of his neck, long blonde hair moved away.
“Merry Christmas.” Otabek whispered and nudged into his neck.
“Merry Christmas.” Yuri mumbled. He was going to tell Otabek today, as a gift and as a plea to stay. He didn’t know how Otabek would react but… he had to do something.
Otabek yawned and sat up, rubbing his left eye. Yuri rolled onto his back and stared at his boyfriend, all muscles and tanned skin. Otabek looked back at him, pushing his hair back with a small smile, “Do you want to open presents now or after breakfast?”
“After breakfast.” Yuri said immediately. He needed time to prepare.
Otabek nodded and they set about their morning routine. They would take turns in the bathroom, doing their business. Then Otabek would go make tea and they would eat their breakfast that Otabek had prepared. They were quiet this morning, Yuri’s nerves getting in the way of his mood to talk. Otabek was always quiet so this was nothing new to him.
And then it was time. Time to open presents. Yuri had only gotten Otabek one thing aside from the big thing he was going to drop on him. It wasn’t even anything special, just a dumb scarf.
“Beka,” Yuri said as they sat on the loveseat. Otabek looked at him curiously. “I have something to tell you. Before we start… this.”
Otabek continued to look at him, “Is everything okay?”
“Yes! Well, no, um, shit.” Yuri cursed and looked away, gritting his teeth. Otabek was going to leave him. God, he was panicking. He shouldn’t even tell him. He should let Otabek go back to Kazakhstan and he can have the baby by himself, and then give it up for adoption. Act like it never existed. But then Mila would be taking pictures of him, Victor and Yuuri too and there was no escaping that.
“Yuri?” Otabek touched his arm. Yuri flinched away.
“I’m… weak.” Yuri whispered.
“You’re not.” Otabek responded immediately.
“I am,” Yuri grit out, “I can’t even, fuck. I’m so… I don’t….”
“If this is about me leaving-”
“I don’t want you to go.” Yuri blurted out, refusing to look at him. He narrowed his eyes, “You can’t go.”
“I can’t?” Otabek sounded a bit confused.
“I… I’m… I’m pregnant.” Yuri bit out and then squeezed his eyes shut.
Nobody moved for three breaths. And then Otabek was griping Yuri’s chin and moving his lips over his in a sweet kiss. Yuri’s eyes shot open in surprise. They had kissed before, that was obvious, but he wasn’t expecting the sweetness of the gesture.
“What?” Yuri asked breathless as Otabek pulled away and caressed his cheek.
“I’m happy.” Otabek said.
“Why? You’re going to leave me here alone and pregnant! How could you possibly be happy?” Yuri asked. Why was he getting emotional?
Otabek smiled slightly. That only made Yuri angry. “Now I have a reason to stay, other than it being selfish. That is, if you’ll have me.”
“Stay…?” Yuri asked, blinking. He honestly expected Otabek to want to leave.
“If you’ll have me.” Otabek repeated, rubbing a rough thumb over his cheek.
They look into each other’s eyes, green ones meeting brown ones, and then Yuri folded over him. “Please stay.” He whispered, face buried in Otabek’s neck.
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere in the world than here, Yura.” Otabek whispered.
Yuri gripped him tighter. Nothing else mattered other than this was the best Christmas he had ever had.
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