News
Chapter 1: News
“Potya!” Yuri called through the apartment trying to figure out where exactly his cat had gone. It was early, and his boyfriend Otabek had just gone to the rink for some early morning training.
Yuri had filled up Potya's bowl only to realize he hadn’t seen his cat yet that morning.
“Potya! Come on baby I got your favorite food! Where are you hiding?”
It didn’t take long for him to find her. A soft meow was coming from the corner of the living room. Potya had found a comfortable spot and laid down. She didn’t look like she felt very well.
Yuri immediately went to her side and pet her fur.
“What’s wrong sweetie? Are you not feeling well?”
The only response he received was a quiet meow once more.
Yuri knew it was early, but they lived very very close to a veterinarian’s office, and they opened decently early anyway, so the concerned Omega scooped up his favorite little girl and put her in her carrier to take her to the vet.
…
It was about 6 in the morning so the veterinarian’s office had only just opened, so there weren’t any other people there other than Yuri. The vet was able to see them immediately.
“Come on back.” The vet said, ushering Yuri to bring in Potya.
“So, what seems to be the problem, huh sweetie?” the vet asked, gently pulling Potya from her carrier.
“I’m not sure if she’s sick, but she was acting strange this morning so I brought her in just to make sure she’s ok. I love her.” Yuri wasn’t often soft spoken but he really cared about Potya and was a little worried.
“Ok. Let’s see what’s going on.” The vet said.
She checked Potya’s vitals, then, determining she was healthy, asked Yuri a few standard questions.
“Do you let her out of the house at all?” the vet asked, shining a light into Potya’s eyes.
Yuri nodded. “Sometimes. She has a kitty flap, so she comes and goes from the house sometimes, but she always comes home. I don’t really like letting her out, though. I’ve been thinking of getting rid of the door and just making her a permanent housecat. Why? Do you think she caught something outside?” Yuri asked, worried.
The vet chuckled. “I’d say so. Don’t worry Yuri. She’s perfectly healthy. She’s just expecting.”
“Expecting? Expecting what?” Yuri asked.
“Kittens, Yuri. Ms. Potya here is going to have kittens.” The vet smiled.
Yuri’s eyes almost bugged out of his head. “She’s pregnant? How?” he wondered aloud.
“Probably a stray Tom or a neighbor’s cat met her on one of her excursions outside. Don’t worry, Yuri. She’s perfectly healthy. Just take some cat prenatals to give her until she gives birth. She may not take them outright, so you may have to put it in her food. Other than that, she should be perfectly fine.”
Yuri was stunned. He looked at his baby girl whom had once again retreated into her carrier. She mewed softly and he smiled. Kittens. How cool!
“Thank you, doctor. I’m sorry to have come in so early.” He said.
“Oh Yuri, it’s not a problem. We were open anyway. You take care of that little Mommy now.”
Yuri smiled. “I will. Thank you.”
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On the way home, Yuri had picked up the cutest little bassinet for Potya. It was big enough to hold a human baby so there was plenty of room for a cat, he figured. It was sickeningly sweet. Very pink with a bunch of frills on it. He’d have to take off the lace later and replace it with something different. But it was fairly cheap for such a big basket.
Once Yuri got home he let Potya out of her cage. She went off somewhere and Yuri took the bassinet to his and Otabek’s room and placed it on their bed. He put the cat prenatals on the bedside table and decided he would deal with it later. It wasn’t time to feed Potya yet anyway. Yuri looked at the clock. It was only 7 o’clock. Beka had been gone for about 2 hours now.
Yuri didn’t expect him back anytime soon, so he decided to go lay on the couch. This morning had been a wild ride, and even though it’s only been an hour, Yuri felt exhausted. Maybe he was getting sick. Or maybe it was the combination of being so worried for his little kitty and how early it was. Regardless, Yuri felt like he needed to sit down.
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Otabek had been training for about two hours now, warming up. He was about to start working on his actual program so he went to his bag to get the CD that had his music on it. That was when he realized he had left his music at home.
“Shit.” He cursed aloud, sighing at himself. Why oh why did he have to be so scatterbrained?
“Something wrong, Otabek?” came a voice. It was Victor and Yuuri. They had been here as long as he had been, practicing their pair skating.
“Nothing huge. I just forgot my music at home.”
Otabek sighed and grabbed his bag. “Guess I gotta go home and get it.”
Yuuri stopped him.
“Wait, Otabek. I’ll go get it for you. I have to grab my jacket from your place anyway, I left it there by accident a few days ago.” Yuuri said. “You just practice your routine. I won’t be long.”
“Really? You don’t mind? Thank you. It should be in the bedside table drawer. I guess I just forgot to grab it this morning.” He said.
Yuuri smiled. “No, no. I don’t mind at all. Like I said, I have to get my jacket anyway.”
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*Ding dong.* *Ding dong.*
The doorbell rang, startling Yuri awake. He had gotten so comfortable he had fallen asleep on the couch. His hair was frizzy and his eyes were red from exhaustion. That’s what he gets for getting up at such an ungodly hour.
Standing up, Yuri felt a bit dizzy. Shit, maybe he was getting sick after all. He should take his temperature and some medicine to make sure it doesn’t get any worse.
Turning the doorknob, he came face to face with Yuuri Katsuki.
“Katsudon? What the fuck are you doing here?” Yuri asked, confused.
“Oh. Uuh, um…Otabek left his music here so I told him I would come get it for him since I had to grab my jacket from the other night. Are you okay, Yurio? You look a little pale.” Yuuri said, concerned.
“Oh. Uh, yeah. I’m fine. Just a little under the weather this morning. I’ll be ok. Come in.” Yuri let Yuuri in, then shut the door.
“Otabek’s music is in the bedside drawer and I hung your jacket up in the closet. Help yourself.” Yuri said shuffling back to the couch.
Yuuri nodded. “Un. Ok. Thanks.” Yuuri said, heading into the bedroom.
Yuuri head into the bedroom and the first thing he saw was the bassinet.
“Huh. Cute. I wonder what this is for.” Yuuri muttered, playing with the lace.
Moving to the bedside table he opened the drawer and immediately found Otabek’s music. It was right where he said it would be.
Glancing at the top of the table, Yuri saw a pill bottle of some kind. He tried to make out the words, but they were in Russian, and while he was getting better at Russian, he wasn’t that good yet.
“дородовые витамины…” he muttered.
“витамины…витамины..” That was the only word he knew. These were some kind of vitamins.
Taking out his phone, he translated the first word.
Дородовые. Prenatal.
дородовые витамины.
дородовые витамины.
дородовые вввитамины.
Prenatal Vitamins.
Yuuri’s eyes became as big as dinner plates.
Yuri was sick. The frilly bassinet. Prenatal Vitamins.
Yuuri quickly left the room and saw Yuri lounging on the couch.
He couldn’t be. Yuuri had to speak up.
“Yurio…um…are…are you…” Yuuri couldn't say it. He knew the young skater was an omega, just like himself, but to think he and Otabek were going to be…They would be…
“Hmm? What is it, piggy?” Yurio looked annoyed.
Yuuri couldn't bring himself to say it. Yuri was so young. Otabek too. Oh God.
“Are you…feeling okay?”
Yuri sighed. “I guess. Did you find it?”
Oh he sure did.
“Yeah. Um…Yuri…I didn’t mean to snoop, but…I saw the stuff…in your bedroom.”
“Hah? What stuff?” he asked, still a bit groggy from his nap.
“The…the basket and vitamins. Does…Does Otabek know?” Yuuri asked, curious.
Yuri yawned. “What? No, not yet. I just found out this morning.”
“This morning? Wow. Um…What…do you think about it?” Yuuri asked.
Yuri shrugged. “It’s cool, I guess. Sorry, Katsudon, but I’m tired. I’m gonna go back to bed. Tell the old man I said hi.” Yuri said.
Yuuri nodded as if he understood. “Yeah. You must be tired. Um…I’ll…talk to you later?” Yuuri asked.
Yuri shrugged. “Yeah, sure.” He was about to shut the door when Yuuri spoke.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call me, okay Yurio? No matter what time it is. Okay?”
Yurio gave him a weird look, but nodded.
“Uh, sure. Thanks.”
Yuri then shut the door and headed back to bed.
Yuuri got about halfway to the rink before he realized he forgot his jacket again. But that didn’t matter. Yuuri practically ran all the way back to the rink.
…
It was quiet when he returned, the scraping of blades against ice the only sound being made.
Otabek saw Yuuri and headed over to get his music.
“Thanks again, Yuuri. You’re a lifesaver.” He then noticed the odd expression on the young omega’s face.
“Are you okay, Yuuri?” Otabek asked.
“Umm…Otabek, I…I think you need to go home. Forget about practice for today.” He said.
Otabek’s brow furrowed in confusion.
“…Why? What’s wrong?” he asked.
Yuuri bit his lip in nervousness.
“Well…um…it’s Yurio…he…um…” he began.
That got Otabek’s attention.
“What’s wrong with Yura? Is he ok?” he asked, concerned.
“I…um…I don’t really think it’s my place to say…” Yuuri started.
“Yuuri, what is it? What’s going on? What’s wrong?” Otabek asked him again.
Yuuri bit his lip even harder.
“It…it’s Yurio…he…”
“What? What is it? Is he ok? What? You’re scaring me. Is he ok?”
“Yurio…is….he is…Yuri’s pregnant.” The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop it.
Otabek froze.
“…What did you say?”
Yuuri fidgeted more.
“Shit. I…I didn’t want to say, because it’s not really my place to do so, but…he’ll need you. He just found out this morning, so…you need to go be with him.”
Otabek was unable to move for a few moments, but then it was as if Yuuri’s words all hit him at once. Yuri was pregnant? His Yura? His precious Yura? That’s…that’s just…
A sort of unknown feeling rose in his chest. It was like a mixture of pure joy and terror at the same time.
Otabek quickly took his skates off and stuffed them in his bag, practically sprinting out the door.
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