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Logically, Viktor knew that an animal for a gift is a Bad Idea. Okay? He knew. He’d heard the talks about how people might not commit to something they didn’t pick out, they won’t be planned in advance to have the time and commitment to it, they wouldn’t be able to cover the costs... The list went on and on, and Viktor knew that that list existed, so he wasn’t going to do it. He wouldn’t get Yuuri a puppy for his birthday.
Even though Makkachin was getting old, and they had plenty of time, money, and resources for another dog since Viktor was retired, and Yuuri was on his way there. They might even move out of the apartment if they had two dogs, into a better house, somewhere that they could have more space. And if Yuuri somehow, against all odds, didn’t love the dog, Viktor knew that he could take care of it as well.
And that Yuuri would love it. That really wasn’t a question. Yuuri would love a puppy.
But an animal was a ‘bad gift’, so Viktor started looking into other things to get Yuuri for his birthday. He decided that he’d put some work into the kitchen, get Yuuri those new pots that he wanted. It wasn’t really as romantic or thoughtful as he’d like for it to be, but he knew that Yuuri would be happy with it nonetheless.
But then he caught Yuuri on his laptop a summer night, looking at an ad of a pair poodles in a shelter nearby, who were having puppies early in September, and Viktor looked it up again later that night, when Yuuri was working on dinner (it was his night to cook, they took turns). The puppies would be the same breed as Makkachin, and they were up to take home starting in November.
November was still the competition season, though, so Viktor frowned to himself, keeping it in mind. Fine. For Yuuri’s birthday, he’d get him the pots, but… maybe for their anniversary, he’d consider a puppy, if it looked like Yuuri wanted one still then. He could gauge his interest, take the time to make sure that Yuuri actually wanted a new puppy.
They’d gotten married in mid-July, so he would start looking in January or February to make sure that the puppy had enough time with their mother and Yuuri and Viktor would be settled down again after the season. An anniversary puppy, that way Yuuri could be convinced it was for both of them. Sort of.
Viktor had raised Makkachin when he was competing, but that was different. He didn’t have a husband and dog already when he had Makkachin, Makkachin was the only thing in his life that got any attention from him at that point. He spent so much time without her, though, that he didn’t want another dog during the competitive season. Yuuri was so close to retiring already…
“Have you ever thought about getting another dog?” It was a random comment to Yuuri that night, while they were curled in bed, Makkachin laying against their feet, already fast asleep. They’d finished eating dinner and taken Makkachin out to a nearby park, and now the dog was exhausted, and they were able to just lay in bed, watching some terrible late night movie that Yuuri probably didn’t completely understand because it was in Russian.
“Well, I mean, one day?” Yuuri shrugged, looking down at Makkachin. “We’re both retiring at the end of this year probably, right? You’re already retired, I don’t really think going another season would be good for me, so... Maybe after that. Makkachin is getting older,” He said softly, looking back up to Viktor. “Why?”
“I was just thinking,” Viktor laughed, trying to sound noncommittal about the whole situation, leaning in to kiss Yuuri again. “Like you said, Makkachin is getting old and you’re retiring soon. We’ve talked about moving out, somewhere bigger after you retire. I was just wondering.”
“What comes next,” Yuuri repeated, laughing softly. “Well, I’m sure my mom would push for a baby, I don’t know if a puppy counts as a baby.”
Viktor choked on his next words momentarily, looking at Yuuri with wide eyes. “Would you want a baby?” He asked, his eyes wide. He’d never even considered human children before.
“Definitely no babies if we’re living in this apartment,” Yuuri said, his cheeks flushing red. “But... maybe one day? We’ve gotta be settled in wherever we’re living, and I don’t know if we’d adopt, or if Mila or Yuuko or Mari would be a surrogate for us or - “ Viktor cut him off with a kiss, his mind whirring a mile a minute.
This had started as a conversation to gauge whether or not it would be his worst idea ever to get Yuuri a new puppy for his birthday and gone into them talking about having children. “We don’t need to talk about that right now,” Viktor whispered against his lips, his eyes wide. “If we ever want kids, we should talk about that after we’re settled and retired.”
“Do you want kids, Vitya?” Why wasn’t Yuuri dropping that conversation? Viktor hadn’t yet gauged whether or not he wanted a puppy let alone a baby.
“I… don’t know? I’ve never been around many kids,” Viktor said slowly, and Yuuri kissed him slowly, nodding.
“You’re great with the Nishigoris. They love you,” he laughed, and Viktor relaxed a little again, because Yuuri thought he’d be good with children. “But you’re right. We don’t need to think about that right now, because there’s no way we can take care of a baby in this apartment.”
“But a puppy?” Viktor asked, glad it was a sort of transition in the conversation, so he could kind of get away with asking it again.
“I mean, you raised Makkachin here, didn’t you? I don’t see why not.” Yuuri shrugged, and Viktor nodded his head, grinning slightly to himself. Okay. So. If he wanted to get Yuuri a puppy, Yuuri would be okay with them having another puppy here.
That was step one.
Step two was research. Yuuri was off walking Makkachin because Viktor had claimed that he had a business call. It wasn’t rare, he was still working with some of his sponsors pretty often, despite being retired. He was Viktor Nikiforov, and despite all of his world records being broken at this point, he still was the face of figure skating, and a legend that couldn’t be rivaled, even by Yuri Plisetsky and Yuuri Katuski-Nikiforov.
Viktor didn’t have a business call today, though, and instead was looking more into the shelter that was going to have the puppies, and other shelters in the area. He’d already read everything on their website, and had texted all of his friends in Russia to see if they knew anything about them.
It turned out to be the shelter that Yuri had gotten Potya from, so Viktor grinned to himself, because that meant that it was probably good. He also pulled back up the website for where he’d gotten Makkachin way back when he’d adopted his precious girl, knowing that he could trust them as well. Mila suggested another shelter to him, a little further out, but apparently she’d had friends very happy with that one as well.
He called up all three, knowing that they wouldn’t have any specific plans, but requesting that if they got any news on puppies that might be available in July. He wanted poodles most, but… He was open to anything. He just knew that they both had a soft spot for Makkachin, and that Yuuri’s Vicchan had also been a poodle.
So maybe he sort of suggested to the shelters also that if they heard of any other shelters having poodle puppies in his requested timeline, he’d be most partial to them, and willing to drive quite a distance to be able to pick them up.
He might also have mentioned that he wouldn’t mind if there were two puppies, but that was much less of a requirement than them being poodles.
Yuuri came home a little while after Viktor got off the phone with the third shelter, with three separate promises to be told as soon as there were poodle puppies available for July.
Which meant that it was a set deal. Viktor was going to do that terrible thing that people always advised against and he was going to get his husband a puppy for their wedding anniversary.
First, they had to get through the rest of the season. Things picked up quickly, and they were in the middle of it before he even realized. The Grand Prix Series came and went, Yuuri scraping by with a gold, Yurio fighting hard to try to beat him in his last season, but just barely missing, much to Yuuri’s delight. Yuuri cried on the podium, and Viktor curled him up in his arms that night, giving him so many kisses and telling him how proud he was of winning.
Nationals were no question, even with Minami Kenjirou quickly catching up to Yuuri, and gaining more and more talent by the year. It was no question that he would be Japan’s next top skater, but right now? Yuuri was still in the sport, and even Minami couldn’t rival him yet.
Viktor got a call in late January from one of the shelters that they had an expecting poodle, and he excitedly told them that of course he’d be interested in them, and to tell him as soon as they had more information. He was practically bouncing when they went to Four Continents, and Yuuri smiled at him, managing to pull off another gold, and grinning widely at Viktor, thinking that was what he was excited about.
And he was, he was so proud of his husband and every gold medal he’d won. Viktor kissed him when he came off the podium, holding him close. “Always so eager for gold,” Yuuri laughed, looping the medal over Viktor’s head, like he had every time he’d placed in a competition, resting his hand against Viktor’s cheek, the cold medal reminding him of the most important gold in his life.
“I love you so much,” Viktor whispered, holding Yuuri close and kissing him again, ignoring Yuri Plisetsky telling them off. “I’m so proud of you, doing so well, for your last season. You deserve the world, and all of its gold,” He murmured, kissing Yuuri deeply before Yuuri laughed, shoving him slightly away.
“Save some for the hotel room, Vitya. And the season isn’t over yet, we’ve still got the Olympics and Worlds.” Two things that Yuuri obviously would have a part in, as Japan’s top skater in his (probably) last season. He hadn’t yet announced to the world that he was done after this season, but they were all correctly speculating. He was ready to retire, and Viktor was happy to let him.
Especially since now he had the promise of at least one new puppy when they were done.
In February, his husband became a gold medalist at the Olympics, and he broke down sobbing the second that the scores were announced, while Viktor jumped up in celebration, clapping loudly for his husband, so proud. Now no one could dare tell him that Yuuri didn’t deserve him because of talent any more. Not that he’d ever let that fly to begin with, but now he could just laugh and have proof because his husband was an Olympic gold medalist.
When Yuuri climbed onto the podium, he smiled the brightest smile that Viktor had ever seen, and as soon as he was off of the ice, Viktor wrapped him into a tight hug and a kiss that they probably did not show on tv. It was… a little bit excess of a kiss. But Yuuri deserved it, and a thousand more kisses like that (which Viktor gave him that night).
The last competition of the season for Yuuri was Worlds. He’d already announced that he was retiring, so it was just his farewell. He started crying at the end of his free program, even before scores were announced, and Viktor held him in his arms the whole time, repeatedly telling him how good he was. Yuuri got gold, and was shaking when he took his last medal, refusing to do his exhibition without Viktor, even though most of the season, he’d been doing exhibitions alone for his final season.
They finally went on their honeymoon when the season was over, two months of exploring, a few years late. Yuuri had suggested it for an anniversary present, and Viktor agreed, not mentioning that he had one picked out.
Since they had months, they travelled all over the world. They went back to Barcelona, and spent time throughout all of Europe, just sightseeing for once. Every time either of them had travelled, it was either for skating or for school, so they hadn’t had any time to just sightsee and have fun, without any stress at all on them.
It was fun.
They went back to Japan, and that’s where Viktor got the call that the puppies had been born, early in May. He took the call while Yuuri was making lunch with his parents. “This is Viktor Katsuki-Nikiforov!” He said cheerfully, sitting on the ground with Makkachin in his lap, scratching his fingers through her fur. She got to go on their entire honeymoon, obviously.
“Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov, we’re calling to inform you that the puppies you inquired about have been born,” the person on the phone said, and Viktor’s face lit up.
“Really? And there are two I can have? Or one, I guess, but I was starting to hope for two – “ It was probably a good thing that they cut him off before he could get a longer ramble in.
“There are three still available. Two are in perfect health, the third is the runt but – “ And Viktor paused for only a few seconds before he made a decision that he probably shouldn’t have. One puppy as a surprise was a bad idea. Two puppies as a surprise was a worse idea. Three puppies as a surprise…
“We’ll take all three,” Viktor said firmly, nodding his head to himself. “It doesn’t matter the charge, we’ll have enough. Can I pick them up in July? My husband and my anniversary is mid-July, so we were hoping to have them for our anniversary!”
He made arrangements with the shelter, hanging up just in time for Yuuri to walk out and wrap his arms around him, kissing against his neck, closing his eyes. “Hey, we just finished dinner. We’re gonna eat, then we can take Makkachin on a walk and go to bed?” He suggested, kissing Viktor on the lips. They stayed there for a few moments, just softly kissing, before Viktor stood up and followed him in to eat their food.
Makkachin ran after them, obviously recognizing the promise of food.
The Katsukis spoke in Japanese for most of the meal, a language that Viktor was getting more comfortable with, but not enough to completely keep up with their conversation. Instead, he was perfectly happy to just try to listen to everything that they were saying, smiling to himself as he thought about the puppies.
They finished off their honeymoon by returning to Japan, and Viktor pulled Yurio aside one day when they went out to lunch without Yuuri, setting his hands onto the table. “I need you to get breakfast and lunch with Yuuri on our anniversary,” Viktor said immediately after he set down, and Yurio narrowed his eyes at him.
“You want me to spend your anniversary with your husband?” Yuri said, not looking amused.
“Just for the morning! I’m getting him puppies, so I need to go pick them up, and I arranged to meet them in the morning, so I’ll meet you at lunch with the puppies, but I need you to make plans with Yuuri, so you can distract him long enough for me to be able to go get them,” Viktor begged. “I’ll pay for both of your meals that day, and make sure that he doesn’t feel bad for it. I’m gonna take him out to dinner.”
“This is a stupid idea. You’re getting him puppies?” Yuri questioned, shaking his head. “Why does the plural sound all the more threatening?”
“Three! Yura, I was already going to get two, and the third was the runt, I couldn’t just leave her! Three won’t be much worse than two, and I didn’t want her to have to be alone before she got adopted, and I know Yuuri will love them and – “
“I don’t care that much, Vitya,” Yuri interrupted, putting his hand up to stop him from saying anything more. “Fine. I’ll take your husband out to lunch on your anniversary.”
“Thank you, Yura!” Viktor exclaimed happily, wrapping him in a hug. He also paid for lunch that day.
Yuuri seemed disappointed on the day of their anniversary when he realized that Viktor wasn’t coming to lunch with him and Yuri. “Don’t worry,” Viktor promised, not out of bed yet, his hand tracing down his husband’s bare arm. “It’s just us for dinner, no one else is allowed. I have a surprise for you, and I just need a little time. I asked Yurio to do this.” He kissed him again, and after a few more, Yuuri gave in.
Once he was gone, Viktor immediately walked to the shelter, leaving Makkachin at home because he knew that he’d have to have all his hands empty for his new puppies. As soon as he saw them, his eyes widened, because they were so small and beautiful. He filled out their paperwork, as well as handing off all of the paperwork that he’d have to bring.
The three were adorable. The smallest was a dark brown, almost looked black, and was perfectly happy to lay on the floor watching them the whole time that he was working on the paper work. The other two were a similar size, one a light brown color, and the other a little darker. Viktor could cry at how small they were.
He walked out with three puppies, all on leashes, but still in his arms. Two were licking at each other already, and the third was happily curled up against his chest. He stared down at them, smiling happily to himself, because these were all theirs. These were his and Yuuri’s puppies. He texted Yurio to say that he was on his way.
When he got to the restaurant, he set the puppies down, holding onto their leashes as he stood out front, waiting for Yuuri and Yuri to come out, since he’d texted Yuri that he arrived. When the two walked out, Yuuri visibly brightened up when he saw him, not noticing the puppies at first, walking in his direction before freezing.
He’d seen them.
Viktor grinned widely, raising his hand to wave at Yuuri, and Yuuri came rushing forward, dropping to the ground to pet the puppies, looking up at Viktor. “Whose are these? Where did they come? Viktor, they’re so small,” Yuuri murmured, giving the smallest puppy kisses as he licked against his face, and Viktor grinned.
“They’re ours!” Viktor exclaimed happily, dropping down to sit by Yuuri, pulling the other two puppies closer.
“Ours?” Yuuri whispered, holding the smallest closest to him still, his mouth falling open a little. “You… got us puppies for our anniversary?” Yuuri looked ready to cry, and Viktor leaned in to kiss him.
He was not at all surprised that he was knocked backward onto the pavement with the kiss, Yuuri’s hands tangling into his hair. “I love you!” He gasped out as he pulled away, looking at the three puppies looking expectantly at them again.
“Let’s go home and we can name them? And they can meet Makkachin!” Viktor grinned widely, and Yuuri nodded, reaching out to take one of the leashes from Viktor. Viktor handed him the leash with the little light brown puppy.
“I’m going home. Bye,” Yuri said, starting to walk back, hesitating before (mostly willingly) adding, “Happy anniversary.”
Yuuri immediately reached out to take Viktor’s hand in his other hand, walking back to their apartment happily. The puppies happily ran ahead of them, and Yuuri held tight to the leash. “Is this what you’ve been putting in the guest room? Stuff for the puppies? You got them beds and toys and food already, right?” Yuuri asked, still watching ahead.
“I did! I didn’t want you to see it, but these puppies are already spoiled. I bought them all their own toys, and their own beds, and new food bowls. They have collars so I can walk them home, but I bought them all their own collars we can get engraved, too, like Makkachin’s!” Viktor said excitedly, and Yuuri grinned. “They’re all girls,” He added.
When they got back home, Makkachin ran straight to them, and Yuuri immediately leaned down to rub at her, giving her kisses. “Meet your sisters, Makkachin! They’re still little, so be nice,” Viktor announced, and Makkachin gave his face licks too, sniffing at the puppies, who stayed back by Viktor and Yuuri at first before curiously going forward. Makkachin barked once before seeming just fine with the puppies, wandering away to go lay in her bed again.
Yuuri smiled, setting down his coat and scarf before unhooking the puppies from their leashes, carrying them over to their couch and patting the seat beside him for Viktor. He handed off the two bigger puppies, cuddling the third close to himself, smiling as he scraped his fingers through her fur, looking over at his husband. “Did you think of any names?” He asked.
Viktor shrugged. “We should probably name them in English, since we talk English with each other,” He suggested, and Yuuri nodded, smiling down at the puppies, thinking.
“We can name the light one Popcorn,” Yuuri said softly, smiling to himself. “She hasn’t stopped wiggling since we got here.” He laughed, reaching over to scratch behind the puppy’s ear, being rewarded with a small bark.
“Mariko?” Viktor started with that suggestion for the next puppy before shaking his head. “Matcha!” Viktor exclaimed after a moment, and Yuuri raised his eyebrows. “For this one.” He lifted the arm with the other puppy, and Yuuri laughed, nodding his head. Matcha, Popcorn, and…
He looked down at the little one, biting his lip as he thought. “Pepper?” He suggested first, shrugging though. “Or maybe Dumpling?”
“Yuuri, she’s tiny,” Viktor said, and that seemed to just cement Yuuri’s decision, because he nodded.
“Dumpling.” He repeated, and Viktor laughed, looking at the tiny puppy in his husband’s lap.
“Popcorn, Matcha, and Dumpling,” Viktor laughed, nodding his head. “Makkachin, come here!” He called out, and the biggest dog immediately came bounding over, jumping onto the couch. “Yuuri, hold the puppies.” He handed them off to his husband before grabbing his phone.
It took a little bit of rearrangement, but Viktor finally got all of the dogs looking at the camera and took a happy selfie, leaning in to press a kiss against Yuuri’s cheek.
v-nikiforov: Happy anniversary to the love of my life <3 Meet our new babies – Popcorn, Matcha, and Dumpling (left to right in Yuuri’s arms <3 <3). Makka already loves her new little sisters <3
They didn’t go out to dinner that night, which Viktor had planned. He’d already gotten all of the ingredients for them to make katsudon together, so that they were able to set up the living room to house the three new dogs, setting the puppies each into their beds.
They woke up with all three puppies in one bed, and Yuuri shocked the figure skating world by being the one to take the picture and post it on Instagram.
In fact, it took a day before someone (Yuri Plisetsky) demanded that if they were going to post that many pictures of their puppies, they just had to make an Instagram specifically for them. It became one of the most popular pet Instagrams nearly over night.
Viktor realized a month into having the puppies that they were starting to get cramped in the house. Matcha and Popcorn were always underfoot, chasing after each other or Makkachin. Sometimes, Dumpling would join in the adventures, but the tiny puppy had gained lots of weight, and now was much more likely to be found snuggling in her bed or with Yuuri (who was more than happy to snuggle with her).
Either way, every other step he took, he felt like he was stepping over a puppy or a puppy toy. No matter how spacious their apartment was, it was not big enough to house two people and four dogs.
Luckily, Yuuri spoke up first.
“We should probably start looking for houses,” Yuuri murmured, snuggled up on the couch with Dumpling, who was happily letting him just hold her in his lap and give her soft pets and ear scratches. Popcorn and Matcha were both playing on the floor, and Makkachin was following Viktor’s every move.
“Hmm?” Viktor looked up from the stove, definitely not dropping a scrap to Makkachin when he did so. It was okay, because he knew that Yuuri just pretended not to notice, and the puppies got way more treats than they were supposed to anyway.
“Well, the puppies would probably like a bigger yard to run around in, since we don’t walk them to the park every day. And it would be nice to have more room, since we have more toys, and our living room is full of dog beds, and – “ Yuuri chose not to make his last point, and so Viktor didn’t push him, smiling out at his husband and their puppies.
“So you want to look for houses?” He asked, nodding his head and turning back to dinner. “We can do that. It would be nice to have more room. With a guest room, maybe, so Yura doesn’t complain about having to stay on the couch every time that he comes over.”
They started looking for houses later that week, leaving Yuri at their apartment watching their puppies (they paid him, because they knew that he’d complain, even though he’d do it for free. Plus, the puppies really were a handful, so he probably deserved the little bit of payment and food that they gave him). A month into the search, they found a house that they loved. It was a decently long drive from the city, but it had a giant yard that was already fenced in, and enough extra rooms that they could have guests stay over, and Yuri could even have his own room if he wanted to.
There was also a spacious living room, with enough room for their four dog beds and endless dog toys. And the kitchen floor had enough room for all of the food and water dishes. Honestly, the house was perfect in so many ways.
“And…” Yuuri had said, when they were listing off the pros to the house, and it having so many rooms and so much space, but he’d fallen silent after that, so Viktor didn’t push. They loved the house, and they bought it later that day.
Chris and Phichit came in town to help them move into their house, so Chris, Phichit, Yuri, Yuuri, and Viktor moved all of their stuff in. Phichit spent a lot of time with the puppies (posting a selfie with “Instagram’s most famous puppies, and my nieces”), but they really did appreciate all of the help.
It took a few months to settle in. The first few weeks, the puppies wandered all over, refusing to sit still for very long with so much house to explore. It was so nice to have enough of a yard that they could open the door and let the dogs loose, without having to walk them to the park. The dogs wore themselves out much easier when they were able to play on their own.
There was a park nearby, though, and they walked the dogs there often. It was a dog-friendly park, and their neighbors were just fine with the four poodles. Plus, the park did provide an adventure for the dogs, and made it much easier to get them to go to sleep at night.
“So,” Yuuri murmured one night, a few months after they’d moved in, when they were getting ready to walk the dogs. Makkachin, Popcorn, and Matcha were already on their leashes, and Dumpling was in his lap, getting ear scratches as he attached the leash, letting go of that puppy too before standing up. He walked to Viktor, handing him the leashes for Makkachin and Popcorn, leaning in to kiss him softly. “We’re settled into the house now, and the puppies are used to it,” He whispered.
Viktor raised his eyebrows, because clearly Yuuri was going somewhere with this. He opened their front door after tying a scarf around his husband’s neck, making sure they’d both be warm on their walk. They joined hands, even though it was much harder to hold four dog leashes with two hands than with four. It was more important to hold each other’s hands, the puppies (and Makkachin, who thought she was a puppy) would behave. They’d always been walked this way. “Yes?”
“I was just thinking…” Yuuri rubbed the back of his neck with the hand full of leashes nervously, looking ahead at the puppies, his hand clenched tightly against the leashes, and his nails accidentally digging a little bit into Viktor’s hand, as well.
“Yuuri, take a deep breath. I’m sure it’s not that bad. What are you thinking about?” Viktor squeezed his hand softly, moving in closer so their sides were brushing together, smiling when Popcorn tried to race ahead of them, always the one to have far more energy than she really needed.
“I… well, before you got the puppies, we talked about… I mean, like, after I retired, which I am, and we moved out, to a house, which we have, we talked about maybe considering that, uh,” Yuuri stuttered through his words, but Viktor waited patiently, very curious to what was making his husband so nervous. “Maybe we might have a baby?” He finally blurted out, and Viktor stumbled to a stop, causing Yuuri, Popcorn, and Matcha to all trip a little bit.
“A human baby!?” Viktor clarified, turning to Yuuri with his eyes wide.
“As opposed to what!?” Yuuri stared at him, and Viktor realized that maybe most people didn’t have to make the mental clarification between human and dog babies. Sure, Yuuri treated their puppies as babies, but he just thought of them as the puppies, probably. “Yes, a human baby. I was just… We can talk to Mari or Mila or someone, if we want a surrogate. Or we could always adopt, there’s always plenty of babies that are up for adoption, but I want us to raise them from when they’re really little, like, newborn, no matter what and – “
Viktor turned to kiss Yuuri deeply, his breath escaping his mouth in a rush. “You’ve thought about this a lot,” He whispered, kissing Yuuri again, even though Dumpling was barking because she knew that there were treats at the end of walks, and they were certainly not walking right now. “You want a baby?”
“If you do,” Yuuri said, his cheeks flushed, opening his eyes to look into Viktor’s, and Viktor’s breath was stolen again at how completely sure Yuuri seemed to be about this.
“When do you want them? Of course we’ll get a newborn. A boy or a girl?” Viktor started to walk, tugging Yuuri and the dogs after him (well, most of the dogs. Popcorn was running as far ahead of them as she could on her leash).
“I was… I don’t know? Maybe January or February?” Viktor didn’t give him time to answer the next question.
“We could bring them to Worlds, then! All of our friends could meet them! Though, it is further away next year, maybe they’ll be born in October or November to make sure that they’ll be old enough to fly that far, because I’m sure that Phichit would love to meet them, he’s still competing, right? And Chris usually comes to Worlds still. Yuri will get to meet him far before that, since he lives so close to us and has a room in the house,” Viktor mused excitedly, walking faster as he started thinking more and more about this. A baby. A real life human baby. His and Yuuri’s.
“Vitya?” Yuuri questioned, softly, nervously again. “Are we having a baby?”
“We’re having a baby!” Viktor grinned at his husband, pulling him into another kiss as they laughed in each other’s arms.
They probably shouldn’t have stood so close, because Popcorn took it as the perfect chance to wind her leash around their legs, and Matcha happily followed her. Dumpling just laid on the ground, waiting for Viktor and Yuuri to move. Makkachin was standing excitedly in front of them with her tail wagging, excited by the excitement in the rest.
They had four dogs and they were going to have a baby.