For the prompt: 99 for Victuuri about Yurio
HAHAH THIS IS SO PERFECT.
Victuuri - “How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
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“How could you forget your son’s birthday?”
“I don’t know,” Yuuri says, scrambling to try to wrap the gift while sitting in the passenger seat while Victor’s driving them to Yura’s apartment. “I feel horrible! I didn’t even say happy birthday during practice today!”
“I just- Yuuri, you know about my memory!” Victor points out, and Yuuri nods along, trying to get the tape to stick without damaging the paper. “I’m not saying you have to keep track of everything I just... I can’t believe we forgot out son’s birthday!”
“I know, I know,” Yuuri agrees with a sigh, leaning back against the seat, wishing they could get there sooner. “It’s a big one too. Eighteen.”
“Okay, but we’re going to just play it cool? Right?” Victor asks, rounding a corner and finally Yuri’s building comes into view. “We’re going to pretend that we never forgot and that we were always going to take him out for dinner as a surprise. Right?”
“Yes,” Yuuri agrees. He can just picture it, Yuri alone in his apartment with Potya cuddled to his chest, so upset that no one took him out and oh god, they are awful, awful sort of adoptive parents. “I got the reservation for his favourite restaurant just because a sponsor of mine’s daughter owns it and she was an angel to fix that,” Yuuri fills in, leg bouncing up and down as stress crashes against his body in waves.
“Good,” Victor says, final turning into the parking space. “It’ll be fine, and next year we’re setting four alarms just so we don’t forget.”
“Deal,” Yuuri agrees, opening the door even before Victor has fully stopped. Yuuri’s so full of adrenaline he shoots up the stairs, hearing victor call behind him to take it easy. Yuuri can’t. He rushes up the five floors as fast as he can. He barely thinks as he grabs the spare key for the door under the ceramic cat they got Yuri as a house warming gift when he moved into his own apartment, and with two quick raps at the door he slides the key into the lock, opening the door.
Yuuri freezes, eyes growing wide as he takes in the scene on the couch. It’s just second, but it’s the longest second of Yuuri’s life, before he grabs the door and slams it shut, locking it and putting the key back. He blinks, trying to wipe the image he just saw off his retina but it’s impossible. Oh, oh god.
He places the gift on the doormat before he turns from the door and hurries back, catching Victor’s arm just as he comes up the stairs, a little breathless.
“I really need to come with you jogging Yuuri, coaching is making me soft,” he says and then takes Yuuri’s face in, frowning as Yuuri directs him back down. “Whats going on? Wasn’t he home?”
“Yes he was,” Yuuri says, continuing to walk. Victor blinks and frowns deeper, turning his head to glance back as if trying to figure out whats going on.
“Didn't he open? Did you use the spare?” Victor asks and Yuuri nods, giving an affirmative sound. He’s never using that spare key again. “Than what?”
“Our son was celebrating his birthday with his boyfriend,” Yuuri explains, feeling shellshocked that he hadn’t realised Otabek was coming today. “Naked. On the couch.”
Victor’s steps slow as realisation dawns, which is no good because Yuuri needs to flee, preferably go back in time and call Yuri before he came barging in on such a private moment.
“Oh,” Victor says and Yuuri hums again, continuing to tug them down back towards the car. “Does this mean you and me get a romantic evening at that restaurant instead?”