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“We should use the sparkly flower for his bangs!” Lutz shouted, grabbing it from the table and holding it up to Viktor’s head.
“The pink one is prettier,” Loop argued, trying to snatch the clip from her sister.
“I like the snowflake. Then he matches Yuuri,” Axel butted in, holding it up for Viktor to look at.
“You don’t have to pick just one,” Viktor answered. Yuuri laughed where he was standing off to the side. The girls had already done his hair, requesting Viktor’s help to put it into the world’s tiniest pigtails, each held up with a silver hair tie and a sparkly blue snowflake clip. There had been almost no fighting for Yuuri, so it really should be expected that they’d argue over how to make Viktor prettiest.
“Let me help.” Yuuri walked over, and Viktor saw the girls were fighting over a comb. He combed Viktor’s bangs back, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead before letting the girls go wild with their barrettes. No matter how long Viktor and Yuuri had been dating (three months, two weeks, and six days), he never got sick of the soft kisses Yuuri would give him. They had brought the barrettes for Axel, Lutz, and Loop to wear, but they seemed much more interested in pinning as many as they could into Viktor’s hair. They’d just had their own hair curled and pulled back with bobby pins, all three wearing the same style. Really, the only difference between them were their dresses, each were wearing a designer dress Yuuri and Viktor had picked in their favorite colors.
It was “bring your children to work” day, an event they did every year so their kids could see a small-scale version of what their parents did, and have the opportunity to dress up fancy and walk a runway. When Yuuri had (jokingly) suggested they bring the triplets, Viktor had enthusiastically agreed.
They’d gotten to choose Viktor and Yuuri’s ties (pink and gold for Viktor; silver and blue for Yuuri) and do their hair. Viktor and Yuuri had bought their dresses specially made for them and let them do whatever they wanted so far this day. Really, it had seemed like the perfect day for the three.
Viktor had a livestream open on Instagram, his phone propped up on the wall beside them, so Yuuko could see all they were doing. The rest of his followers popped in and out, each one eagerly asking about Viktor’s kids (and Yuuko responded again and again that they were just the babysitters).
“We’re done!” Axel exclaimed after a few moments of rearranging barrettes.
Viktor picked his phone up, flipping it so the camera faced himself, observing the girls’ work. He laughed, and one of them let out an insulted noise, but he put his hands up. “I’m laughing because it looks good! This is just how I would do my hair when I was young. It was long, almost all the way down my back, and I wanted everything sparkly I saw in it. It looks perfect.”
The triplets beamed, scampering up so they could look in the camera with Viktor. Viktor summoned Yuuri over, pressing a kiss into his cheek before taking a screenshot of the five of them, flipping the camera again and putting his phone down. “Now! Me and Yuuri’s hair look perfect, but look at our faces. We’re so plain!” Viktor threw an overdramatic arm over his face, and Lutz grabbed his cheeks, turning his face.
“We can fix that!” Loop declared.
“Yuuri, Yuuri, can we use your makeup?” Axel begged, tugging on Yuuri’s arm. Yuuri laughed, walking over to his table and picking up the kit, handing it down to the triplets.
“You get to go next! We did your hair first, so Viktor’s gotta have his face first,” Loop explained. “Don’t worry, we didn’t forget about you.”
Yuuri laughed, sitting down in his chair and watching the triplets swarm Viktor, asking him how to use the makeup. “I wasn’t worried. I’m sure you’re going to make sure that Viktor and I are the most beautiful we’ve ever been!”
“It’s going to be hard,” Viktor said seriously, winking at Yuuri, who hid a laugh in his hands.
“You’re gonna do ours after we’re done, right? I want to wear this one!” Lutz held up a sparkly lip gloss, and Viktor smiled.
“As soon as you make sure that Yuuri and I are the prettiest we’ve ever been, we’ll do the same for you,” Viktor promised. He lowered his chair so the triplets would be able to reach his face on their stepstools.
He closed his eyes to let them have the easiest time that they could with the makeup, but he could still feel things pressing into his face harder than strictly necessary. Yuuri was giving a soft explanation on how to do things, and Viktor’s lips quirked up in a smile.
“You’ve gotta look like a fish!” Axel shouted out of nowhere, and Viktor cracked his eyes open, not looking in the mirror yet even though they’d been working for a while. Yuuri was crouching with them now, holding a blush pallet out. Viktor quirked an eyebrow, looking at them.
“Look like a fish?” he asked, though the blush gave a good hint on what to do. He got what he wanted from asking, though, as all three pulled their cheeks in, over-exaggerating the face that Yuuri had told them to make. “Ah! Of course! I’m so glad I have such good examples.”
Viktor did the same, pulling his cheeks into the same over-exaggerated face as the triplets. “Now hold still,” Loop instructed, and Viktor tried not to laugh when Lutz held his head in place. Axel carefully took the brush from Yuuri, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she approached, applying (way too much) blush onto his cheeks until she grinned.
“Perfect! Now all we’ve gotta do is lipstick. Your tie’s pink, so you’ve gotta wear pink,” Loop explained, like it was perfectly obvious, and Viktor did laugh this time.
“You three pick it up so quickly!” He praised, closing his eyes again. “Pick a good shade, okay? I need it to match my tie perfectly so Yuuri will think I’m the prettiest,” Viktor leaned in to the girls to whisper. They giggled, and he heard soft arguing over which lipstick to use.
“Let me open it,” Yuuri butted in, so they must have chosen a color. After a second, Viktor felt the lipstick press against his lips, so he puckered them to make it easiest. A little definitely went outside of his lips, but he was sure that the rest of his face was in a similar state.
“Don’t look ‘til we’re done with Yuuri,” Axel made him promise before he could open his eyes. Once he did, he saw Yuuri’s eyes, shimmering with laughter.
“Alright, let me get up so you can make Yuuri as pretty as I am,” Viktor said, shooing the triplets over to Yuuri as he rose from the chair, winking at Yuuri again and sinking into his own seat, over-exaggeratedly spinning away from the mirror so he didn’t get a glimpse of himself.
“We don’t need as much help this time,” Loop said, “since Yuuri showed us everything to do with you.”
“But you might need to open some of it!” Lutz cut in, her eyes wide.
“I’ll do whatever you need me to. I can’t wait to see Yuuri, and how good we’ll look together,” Viktor said, leaning forward so he could watch the triplets.
Yuuri closed his eyes, and they quickly went to work, over-exaggerated blues and silvers on his eyes (and a little bit around them too, probably on accident). The lines were rough, the colors more extreme than a professional would do, and everything was not quite where it needed to be, but Viktor still couldn’t believe how beautiful Yuuri looked. They picked a silvery shimmer for his lips, not something with much color, but more glitter than any other item that they owned.
“Our turn!” Loop shouted as soon as they’d finished Yuuri’s face.
“You still can’t look yet, ‘cause we gotta do a big reveal, so everyone gets to see, all at once.” Lutz grabbed Yuuri’s face to keep him from looking in the mirror.
“Of course, of course.” Viktor held his hands up in innocence. Of course he wouldn’t look at his face yet to see if he looked anything like what they’d done to Yuuri.
“Are you going to play rock, paper, scissors to see who has to wait?” Yuuri suggested, standing up and leaning against Viktor, letting his wrap his arms around his waist. Viktor kissed his cheek softly, careful not to let the lipstick ruin what the triplets had done.
The girls immediately jumped into the game, debating how many games would be fair for them until they had the real winner. Viktor leaned his chin on Yuuri’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “I love you,” he murmured into Yuuri’s ear. Yuuri turned his head so they could kiss softly, and Viktor cracked his eyes open to smile down at his boyfriend.
“You two are such good parents!” Viktor looked up to see one of the stylists standing across from them. “Do you want me to help? I couldn’t help but notice there were three of them and two of you.” She winked.
“That would be great,” Yuuri answered, repeating what she’d offered to the girls, who lit up.
Viktor stayed frozen in his spot when Yuuri tried to tug his hand forward, and Yuuri turned his head curiously. “What’s wrong?” he asked softly, turning so their foreheads were kissed together.
“We’re good parents?” he repeated. Axel, Lutz, and Loop weren’t even their kids, but it had still caught Viktor so off guard, what she had said. Of course he knew that he loved the girls and he would do anything for them, but for someone to see them, and to think that they were their parents, and to think that they were good at it? Viktor couldn’t stop repeating the comment in his head, bright red staining his cheeks.
“Vitya, the girls love you. They immediately decided that you were the best third dad they could have. You’re a great dad,” he murmured, kissing him softly. Viktor grinned widely, deepening the kiss for a moment until he heard the impatient shouts from the triplets. He laughed, pulling away from Yuuri and walking over so they could get their makeup done.
The triplets were done much quicker than Viktor and Yuuri, since they were having much less makeup done. For the most part, they just added glitter anywhere they could that would look nice and put a very light lip gloss on each of them. They looked adorable, and Viktor grinned at them.
“Thank you so much!” Yuuri smiled at the stylist, inclining his head. “You made this go so much more smoothly.”
“It’s not a problem! You’ll look great on the runway.” She smiled at the five of them before walking off to go help the rest of the families get ready for the show. Most of them were doing as much as they could themselves, but kids were a handful, and most of the models didn’t have their significant other with them, since Viktor and Yuuri were one of the few couples who both had the job.
“Are you ready for the big reveal?” Viktor asked, picking up his phone. “Everyone get together! I can’t wait to see how we look!” He squeezed in next to Yuuri, flipping the camera toward them. There was pink glittery makeup smeared all around his eyes, but, really, he didn’t look that bad. His and Yuuri’s makeup both were far from professional, but it could have been much worse considering three six-year-olds had done it.
“We look so cool,” Axel breathed, leaning in closer to the camera. Viktor smiled, shifting so he could get them all in frame and take another screenshot. He was sure that there would be plenty on the Internet to go through tomorrow, but he wanted some of his own.
“We do! You three look perfect for the runway,” Viktor exclaimed. “We’re going to go out in… fifteen minutes. Say goodbye to your mom, we need to put my phone away before we go!”
“Bye!” The three waved at the phone, and Yuuri repeated it behind Viktor. Viktor turned off the stream, sliding his phone into his bag.
“Alright! Let’s go walk over so we can go out in time.” He let the three grab onto on arm, and the reached out his other hand for Yuuri, who took it. They walked to the runway together and waited in line. It wasn’t anything big, just a small runway covered and lights and lined with models who volunteered to photograph the event every year. It was nothing for Viktor and Yuuri, but the triplets were in awe, bright eyes and wide smiles as they walked down the runway.
They paused for the photographers, letting them take pictures of the five of them. The girls did all sorts of ridiculous poses, and Viktor and Yuuri copied them, as well as making sure to get a few more serious pictures of them together as a little family. Viktor stayed back to ask that he was sent copies as well as Yuuko. Once finished talking to the photographers, he walked back to help Yuuri get the makeup off of himself and the triplets. Axel, Lutz, and Loop were much easier, but Viktor had to help Yuuri clean off his face, and Yuuri did the same for Viktor. As soon as they were as cleaned off as they could be, they loaded Axel, Lutz, and Loop into the car, driving back home as they chattered excitedly in the backseat about how much fun they had.
They dropped the triplets off at the Nishigori’s, and then immediately went back to Viktor’s house, where Yuuri had been staying the past couple weeks. He had a drawer dedicated just to his clothes in Viktor’s dresser, and hangers in his closet – Viktor was planning on asking him to move in in a little bit. He was sick of living in his big lonely house all alone, anyway. Makkachin would also like the company.
Yuuri immediately pulled him to bed, stripping off his shirt and pushing Viktor down – but not in a sexy way. In a “we just watched three wild six year olds all day and I need to sleep” way. Viktor wasn’t disappointed; he felt the same way, really. He paused long enough to tug his clothes off, wrapping his arms tightly around Yuuri as Yuuri tugged the covers over them. He took Yuuri’s glasses, setting them on the bedside table and then plugging in both of their phones to charge.
Yuuri was already asleep by the time that Viktor rolled back over, and he smiled, kissing him softly before letting himself fall asleep. It was still dark outside when Viktor awoke, one of their phones insistently buzzing at his side. He didn’t want it to wake up Yuuri, so he leaned over so he’d be able to silence it.
Viktor yawned, picking up his phone. He squinted at the clock – it wasn’t even seven in the morning yet. Knowing Yuuri, they wouldn’t be waking up for a few more hours. He started to roll back over, but then noticed that he had a long list of notifications – even longer than usual. Curious, he unlocked his phone and pulled up the list. The newest notification was a text from Chris, with a link to a news story. Viktor lowered his brightness until the screen was basically turned off, but still squinted at it. “ Should we expect a Viktuuri baby?” the title read, and Viktor stared at it before scrolling down past the picture of Yuuri and Viktor in a photoshoot together.
“Models Viktor Nikiforov and Yuuri Katsuki recently livestreamed from their agency’s bring your child to work day with the triplets the couple regularly babysit. We couldn’t help but notice how natural Katsuki and Nikiforov looked with the children, nor the lovestruck look on Nikiforov’s face when a stylist commented how well he got along with the kids – assuming they were his own. And that’s no surprise, as the only way that we were sure the kids weren’t their own was their mother answering comments in the livestream Nikiforov ran. But with how natural and happy they looked throughout the stream, it seems no stretch to ask: Is there a Viktuuri baby in our future?”
Viktor set his phone down, leaning over to put his arms around Yuuri’s waist again. He tiredly buried his face in his hair. Yuuri shifted, his eyes cracking open to look up at Viktor, clearly not wanting to be awake. Viktor didn’t either, but now that he knew that Yuuri was already awake, he couldn’t keep his question inside of him. He wouldn’t be able to sleep if he kept thinking about it without telling Yuuri. “What would you think about adopting a baby of our own in a few years?”
“Not triplets,” Yuuri groaned. Viktor laughed, kissing his hair and letting him fall back asleep.
Viktor could work with “not triplets”. That was far from a “no”.