“Very good point. And, I hope I fit in the picture, because I want to be here for you and our baby and we could get to know each other better before deciding if bonding is right for us. I can help take care of you. I mean, I’m not overly familiar with male omegan pregnancy, but I can read, and I’ll study up, if you give me a chance. Makkachin will help too, right, Makkachin?”
Yuuri smiled as Makkachin barked in response, nuzzling Victor’s hand. “I want you in our life, both of us. I just don’t want your career to be over, just because mine is.”
“Hey! Who says your career is over? We can be a family of figure skaters! You’re still in your 20s, Yuuri. After the baby is born you can get back into figure skating if you want! Someone has to keep Yurio humble, right? We will look at all our options, okay? Nothing is for sure yet. So let’s focus on keeping this baby healthy, first step first.”
“Okay,” he agreed. It wasn’t perfect, or planned, or ideal. And it was still the scariest challenge he would ever face, but Yuuri was ready to try and hit it head on like a quad. The worse thing that could happen was he’d fall, but he could get up again and keep skating until he stuck the landing. Yeah, he could do this!