[ For the items they couldn't get at the Hasetsu equivalent of a farmer's market, Viktor shoulders part of Mama's shopping list at a commercial market so she can get back to the Yu-topia customers in time for lunch prep. Viktor's happy to do it for reasons which encompass his adoration of Mrs. Katsuki, married her adorable Omega son, and then got her adorable Omega son pregnant, so he needed to hit the market in any case to replenish their stock.
Viktor's list looks something like this:
cake
so much cake
ice cream???
some greens, god Yuuri
you're going to regret all of this when you have to work the weight off
mochi
The pharmacy counter alleges the efficacy of all manner of prenatal nutrients claiming to guarantee certain secondary genders down the road, homeopathic remedies for swollen ankles formulated specifically for Omegas, but Viktor settles on a standard heating pad with some extra quilting and moves on with the rest of his list, smiling at anyone who seemed to (and didn't seem to) recognize him. Walking on clouds, spring in his step, maybe a little tired from too many nights in a row of emergency trips to the bathroom for Yuuri and laying awake massaging his neck and shoulders until his darling drifted off again.
His life is... perfect. Not at all anything he ever saw himself having even after he was finished with the ice. But to think that he's going to go into his next, and possibly final, season side by side with his husband, watched on by their child is unthinkable and it's happening.
They have a place of their own now, but Hiroko all but insisted kindly that she put them up for the final weeks. Viktor is immensely grateful for the Katsukis' support, quelling some of the anxiousness that he only really felt when lost too far down a rabbit hole, thinking of things that could go wrong or needing help in the first days, neither of them having had children before, and who better than the best mom that Viktor knows?
Besides, Yuuri deserves his support structure that he's had all his life and Viktor's done his best to be the doting husband and not wince too much when he packs away another pint of neopolitan.
Dutifully stopping by the kitchen to drop off Hiroko's affects, Viktor wanders back to their shared room, converted from two smaller ones to accommodate a larger bed, and on that bed almost constantly now is his Yuuri and perpetual spread of licked-clean dishes and empty wrappers and bags. Viktor melts at the sight.
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Yuuuriii~, I'm back! We cleaned them out of wontons but the rice balls with furikake should work, right?
here juuuust in case
Viktor's list looks something like this:
The pharmacy counter alleges the efficacy of all manner of prenatal nutrients claiming to guarantee certain secondary genders down the road, homeopathic remedies for swollen ankles formulated specifically for Omegas, but Viktor settles on a standard heating pad with some extra quilting and moves on with the rest of his list, smiling at anyone who seemed to (and didn't seem to) recognize him. Walking on clouds, spring in his step, maybe a little tired from too many nights in a row of emergency trips to the bathroom for Yuuri and laying awake massaging his neck and shoulders until his darling drifted off again.
His life is... perfect. Not at all anything he ever saw himself having even after he was finished with the ice. But to think that he's going to go into his next, and possibly final, season side by side with his husband, watched on by their child is unthinkable and it's happening.
They have a place of their own now, but Hiroko all but insisted kindly that she put them up for the final weeks. Viktor is immensely grateful for the Katsukis' support, quelling some of the anxiousness that he only really felt when lost too far down a rabbit hole, thinking of things that could go wrong or needing help in the first days, neither of them having had children before, and who better than the best mom that Viktor knows?
Besides, Yuuri deserves his support structure that he's had all his life and Viktor's done his best to be the doting husband and not wince too much when he packs away another pint of neopolitan.
Dutifully stopping by the kitchen to drop off Hiroko's affects, Viktor wanders back to their shared room, converted from two smaller ones to accommodate a larger bed, and on that bed almost constantly now is his Yuuri and perpetual spread of licked-clean dishes and empty wrappers and bags. Viktor melts at the sight.
Yuuuriii~, I'm back! We cleaned them out of wontons but the rice balls with furikake should work, right?