Chapter Two: Yuuri Pov

     "I want to be a dad," Viktor said seemingly out of nowhere. Maccachin had fallen asleep in my lap two hours ago & despite my legs having been numb ever since he had laid his head on my leg. Viktor's arm was around my waist & his head was rested on my shoulder. This wasn't the most comfortable way to fall asleep, but there was nothing else in the world I would rather be doing than falling asleep right here with my husband & best friend.

     I jumped a little since I had thought he fell asleep a long time ago. Maccachin looked up at me as if he was saying 'How could you do this to me?', then laid back down. It took me a second to recover from my startled state & think of a response.

     "We are dads," I stroke Maccachin's head. "We have Maccachin & Yurio," Viktor chuckles knowing that I am only half joking. Yurio made frequent house calls throughout all the week & ate dinner with us most night When we visited my parents in Hatsu, Yurio came along & even called my mom 'Momma'.

     "Yes, but I would like a child to raise & teach & spoil. Not one that is already spoiled & doesn't want to be taught." Viktor says sleepily. It's common knowledge that no one should talk after twelve PM because of secrets. But with that Viktor snuggles into me a bit more & falls asleep.

Breakfast: Yuuri Pov

     The eggs in the frying pan make a satisfying *sizzling* noise & the smell of freshly brewed coffee is in the air. A pair of strong arms circle around my waist & Viktor rests his chin my shoulder. He presses his body against mine; his lips make a trail from the tip of my shoulder to my ear. He nibbles softly on my earlobe. No matter how many mornings were like this one, I would never grow tired of them.

     "I love you," Viktor whispers in my ear. When he removes his arms & walks across the kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee, the cold kitchen air that I hadn't noticed makes me want Viktor to continue holding me even more.

     We sit down at the table, for awhile the sound of forks scraping against our plates & Maccachin's paws padding across the floor as he looked for fallen bits of food. Neither Viktor or I were moring people.

       "Last night," Viktor puts his fork down & looks at me. "I was being serious." I wipe my mouth with a napkin & sit back to hear what he had to say. "I know you haven't always been fond of kids, but I would like you to consider adopting or even finding a surrogate." It wouldn't take a genius to know that we would have to go through a lot of paperwork, time, & money if we wanted to have children but because I had never been serious about wanting kids.

     "I mean...Yes, we can start talking about it," I stutter. Viktor folds his hands & stares intently at his plate.

     "Yuuri, I don't believe you understand what I am saying," Viktor's bright blue eyes that I have spent many nights studying, flick up & search my face. "I want this to be more than meaningless discussion."

     After this conversation, we had many more like this. I don't know when exactly I had accepted & begun enjoying thoughts of raising a child with the man I love more than JJ loves himself. It took a month & a half for me to agree wholeheartedly with Viktor. The very next day we called the adoption agency.

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