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Yuri groans. They always get Katya's name wrong no matter how many times he tells them it's Ekaterina Plisetsky Altin. Whatever.
He was out getting lunch with Katya at their favorite restaurant down the street. She'd asked for a bowl of peanut and was gobbling one after the other into her mouth.
"What was it, mama?" Katya asks when Yuri puts his phone down on the table.
"Nothing, sweetheart, just the fans finding out mama is pregnant," Yuri mumbles, taking one peanut to eat. He hums and takes the menu in hand. He already knows all the dishes here, but the chef had promised to make him something special. "Figured out what you want already?"
Katya nods, supporting her coloring book on the table. "Pasta," she says, beginning to color a mermaid. She buries her other hand into the peanut bowl and eats some more.
Yuri sets the menu down and watches her. "Darling, if you eat all of that you'll have no space left in your stomach for lunch," he says, and Katya pouts, shooting him an upset look before going back to her coloring. "Hey," Yuri prompts, remembering something, "do you know how to do this?" He takes one of the peanuts and throws it up. It descends in an arc and into Yuri's awaiting mouth.
Katya gasps. "No. I want it!"
Yuri teaches her how to throw the peanut so it wouldn't stray too much from her face when it fell. Katya gets gradually irritated when she doesn't manage it, peanuts landing on the table, her seat and on her hair; one even on her forehead. Yuri can't help laughing, but when she finally gets it right he whoops and hugs her over the table, wiping the stray peanuts away from her and bunching her hair into a high ponytail.
Yuri bends to get the peanuts from the floor and the waiter hurries his way. "It's okay, sir," he kneels to get them, probably having already spied Yuri's small baby bump. Also, the news of his pregnancy had spread like wild-fire in Kazakhstan's news reports.
"Sorry about that," Yuri apologizes. He really didn't mean to make the guy do that for him. The waiter nods and asks if they would like something else. Yuri orders Katya's pasta and a juice for them.
Katya waves at him when he goes, going back to coloring. Yuri's phone chimes with a new message from Otabek.
Just left the studio, baby
Where are you two at?
Yuri smirks, the only restaurant that puts up with me.
Got it.
want me to order for u?
Yes. Whatever you're having.
Yuri grins. sure u want to eat salad?. Otabek's answer doesn't come right away, which means he must've already pocketed his phone. Yuri waves the waiter and asks for Otabek's favorite dish here.
"Guess what?" Yuri asks Katya, "Daddy's coming to eat with us."
Her face lights up and Yuri has to calm down her shrieking. She shows him her colored mermaid, a tail painted in blue and purple, hair pink and dark skin. The pencil has run through the drawing lines more than once.
"It's perfect, baby," Yuri coos accordingly. Katya'd started school three weeks ago and though the beginning was painful she now had the habit of coloring with the other kids and wouldn't stop. Otabek had bought her all the coloring pencils there were in this whole world and she left them scattered all around the apartment. It was a headache to collect all of them and more than once Yuri had had to shout for her to put it away.
Their juice arrives and so does their food. The chef had made Yuri a different kind of salad, with dark olives, chicken and a simmering sauce that tastes heavenly. He's about to ask the waiter if he could take Otabek's dish back until he arrived but at the mere thought of it he hears the engine of a motorcycle roaring down the street and a dark silhouette parking at the other side.
Winter has been slowly creeping towards Almaty, so Otabek is wearing his scarves again, jacket zipped up to his collar and jeans. He stores his helmet back into his motorcycle, waving at Yuri and Katya through the window's glass.
Katya shrieks in excitement, kicking her legs when he enters the restaurant. Otabek greets the waiters with a nod and walks towards them, enveloping Katya with his arms and tickling her. She screeches and bats at him, and Yuri has to hiss for them to stop it when the other patrons look their way. Otabek guiltily leaves her be, leaning towards Yuri to give him a kiss.
"How are you?" Otabek asks, reaching a hand to rub his bump over his clothes.
"Fine," Yuri shrugs, "your food is here," he indicates the plate next to Katya's. Otabek sits down beside his daughter and hums.
"Thanks," he nudges Yuri's foot under the table. Yuri squints at him teasingly, Katya shoving her coloring under Otabek's nose to show him.
"Katya, sweetie, let your father eat," Yuri mumbles half-heartedly, but Otabek is already complimenting her artistic talents.
Yuri forks some more of his salad, watching as Katya fiddles with her pasta. "Katya, why don't you eat, darling?"
"I'm eatiiing," she drawls, scooping some more into her spoon.
"Beka, help her," Yuri asks, finishing the rest of his salad and drinking up his glass. Otabek is still chewing on his food, but he reaches out to scoop more pasta and feed Katya. Yuri peruses the menu once and waves the waiter over. He asks for a tiramisu, a big slice, if they could.
"I want a milkshake," Katya announces, eyes on her drawing while Otabek inches the spoon closer to her mouth. She's got sauce all around her lips.
"No," Yuri says, "You'll only have milkshake when you're done eating."
"But-"
"Katya," Yuri gives her the look. She pouts and whines. Otabek sighs, but tries not to console her. Yuri's been ingraining that in his mind. "Wipe your mouth, come on," Yuri reaches over the table and dabs the napkin on her mouth. She frowns but doesn't bat him away.
Yuri's dessert arrives and while he gets his face stuffed Otabek slides his phone towards him. "What's this?" Yuri takes it in hand, looking down at the screen. There's a picture of a modern house and a tremendous price. Yuri's eyebrows slowly inch together. He looks up to find Otabek analyzing him, both eyebrows raised. Yuri sighs, sliding the phone back to him.
"I want to see," Katya makes grabby hands at the phone. Otabek takes it and brushes off the webpage before handing it back to her.
"We'll need a bigger place," Otabek tells him. Yuri chews on his dessert, shrugging. Otabek clears his throat, turning to Katya and urging her to finish eating.
Yuri pays the check and Katya thankfully doesn't remember to ask for the milkshake again. She takes Yuri's hand when they go back home, walking dutifully by his side on the sidewalk while Otabek takes his bike to put in the garage.
Yuri's only got a couple minutes to brush his teeth and change before they're headed to get his ultrasound done. Otabek goes help Katya brush her teeth and meanwhile Yuri inspects the contents of his closet. He's about to button a jeans button-down when he catches himself in the mirror.
He doesn't look any different than what he looked at the same stage with Katya. The curve of his belly is smooth and barely there at three months and a half along. He's thinking about not taking the break he did for Katya, in fact, he's been working non-stop these last few days and doesn't think about stopping until he's one or two months before going into labor. He doesn't know what he'll do when he becomes big enough that he won't be able to walk on the catwalk anymore but surely Lilia would find a way to pester him. He can even draw some pieces for her, if she would ask.
Smiling, Yuri caresses the slope of his belly. "We're finally going to see you today, little one," he murmurs, and then slips on his shoes before taking a coat and heading to the living room.
Katya is sat on Otabek's lap on the sofa, in the light blue parka Yuri'd brought from somewhere around the world he'd been to and thought of her. She's playing on her tablet, tapping furiously on the screen and raising it to Otabek's eye-level when there's something that needs reading.
"Daddy, what is this?" Katya asks, shoving the device in Otabek's face.
"You've already used of all your golden coins," Otabek dutifully reads out loud, "would you like to gain more?"
"Yes," Katya shrieks, but Otabek takes it from her grasp.
"No, those things aren't free and you're not becoming a game addict," Otabek says, locking the tablet and putting it aside. "Let's go, mama's already waiting for you," he continues when Katya is about to protest. She jumps off his lap and goes running to Yuri, taking his hand as they take the elevator to the garage.
Yuri sits her on her chair on the backseat of the car, fastening the seatbelts. He takes the passenger seat once finished and Otabek pulls out. He keeps giving Yuri those small smiles and squeezing his thigh excitedly.
"Can't wait to meet it," Otabek says, beaming.
Yuri rolls his eyes, but shares the same sentiment.
"I want baby!" Katya shrieks from the backseat.
Yuri gulps nervously when they arrive at the clinic. Otabek parks and they finally get down from the car. He helps Katya out and soon walk towards the entrance. Otabek's phone rings and when he looks down at the caller id he gives Yuri a look and mouths 'Mom'.
Yuri grunts internally. The last thing he needed was Damira here. He had had to manipulate Otabek into denying her from coming. It was a bit mean on his part, he knew. Yuri still wasn't over that foreign feeling he'd gotten when Damira had hugged him when hearing the news of the pregnancy, but this moment was a bit private.
"Hey, mom," Otabek speaks on the phone. Yuri walks ahead and pulls the door to the clinic open. Katya attaches herself to his leg, while Otabek follows, speaking lowly on his phone.
There are not many people inside. Half of the reception room is occupied by chairs. There's a couple sitting next to the coffee machine, a lady by herself and old woman knitting something next to her. It smells like a dentist office, and Yuri goes to the reception desk to present the form from his doctor. The receptionist doesn't bat an eye at him, smiling and typing on her computer.
"That's all, Mr Plisetsky. Would you wait, please? Someone will call you shortly," she says, and Yuri directs Katya towards one of the chairs. Otabek comes to take the seat beside him and pockets his phone with a sigh.
"Mom asked us to go see her when we're done here," Otabek says. Yuri hums, taking out his cell phone from his pocket.
Katya gets up from her seat to tap on Otabek's knee insistently. "Daddy, daddy..."
"We could stop home first though," Otabek continues, probably not taking Yuri's silence as a good sign. He takes Katya's hand to stop her from nudging him. "She's excited to hear the news on the baby and probably the sex- What, Katya?"
"Water," Katya says, pointing at the machine. Otabek sighs but stands up, turning to Yuri. "Do you want some too?"
"No, thanks," if Yuri were to drink anything it was possible he would pee on his pants. He doesn't remember feeling like this for Katya's first ultrasound. He'd been a little lost and desperate to that but now he just feels itchy, like he wants to get it done with as soon as possible.
"Is this your second?" The lady he'd seen before leans to ask him. He hadn't noticed before, but she's pregnant too, her belly way bigger than his. Yuri estimates eight to nine months.
"Uh, yes," Yuri nods.
The woman smiles. "This is my first, a boy," she states proudly, rubbing a hand on her belly through her coat. Yuri congratulates her. "Thank you. My husband couldn't come but I'm just doing a check-up. His name will be Dimitri. Do you know the sex to yours?"
Yuri shakes his head. "Not yet," he glances at Otabek, coming back with Katya balanced on his hip. "But I think it's a girl," he murmurs, "again."
The woman glances at Katya and nods. "A mother's intuition is always good. But I thought mine was a girl too at first," she winks and leans back when Otabek returns. How could she just throw him that bomb and go away?
"Everything okay?" Otabek frowns, settling Katya on his knee. She is drinking the water and loudly crinkling the plastic cup.
"Yes," Yuri nods and pockets his phone. He supposes he doesn't care if it's a boy and not a girl. A boy could be good, for a change. He already has a daughter though so of course another girl would be in his comfort zone. He knows the tricks already, even though a boy couldn't prove to be much different, right? Babies were the same. It could only grow to be different when they were older.
Yuri taps his foot impatiently. The woman he'd talked to before has her name called, and she waves at Yuri before accompanying the nurse.
Otabek glances at her and then at Yuri. "What did she tell you?"
Yuri shrugs. "It's her first pregnancy, she's excited, blablah."
Otabek raises one eyebrow. "Was that all?"
"Yes, Beka, that was all- Katya," he gives her a look. She's still on Otabek's lap, but now peeling apart the plastic cup. She gives him wide eyes and a guilty face, settling the cup on her lap. She waits until he's looked away to continue.
"You know you don't have to be scared of anything, right?" Otabek asks, settling a hand on his thigh over Yuri's legging.
"Right," Yuri sighs, and drops his head on his husband's shoulder.
"Mr Plisetsky," a nurse calls.
Yuri gets to his feet, his heart thundering. Otabek gets up with Katya, throwing her cup in the bin when they follow the nurse inside. She leads them towards a white hallway. There are several doors painted in light blue, several health adds on the walls depicting breastfeeding and some safety tips for babies.
The nurse opens one of the doors to them, holding it open while they filter inside. "Is she your daughter?" She asks, pointing at Katya, following in front of Otabek.
Otabek nods, taken aback. "Yes. Do we have to wait outside?"
The nurse pauses but shakes her head. "No, that's fine. The doctor will be here in a minute. Mr Plisetsky, could you lie on the bed, please? Yes, thank you."
She leaves and closes the door. Yuri sighs, positioning himself on the bed, belly up. Otabek pulls the chair next to the bed and sits down, Katya between his knees.
Katya reaches out to Yuri's hand, looking frantically around and to the ultrasound with wary eyes. "Mama, it hurt?"
Yuri smiles, squeezing her little hand. "No, sweetie, it doesn't."
The doctor arrives. He greets them politely and shakes their hands, taking the seat in front of the screen.
"So," he smiles, turning to Yuri, "How have you been?"
"Good," Yuri shrugs.
"Nausea? Cramps? Feeling anything different, anything that makes you uncomfortable?"
Yuri shakes his head. "No. The nausea has passed," he murmurs, "mostly."
"That's good to hear," the doctor turns the machine on. "Could you please lift your shirt? I'll have to apply this gel on your belly," he glances at Otabek, as though he thinks he'll say something against it. "It might be a little cold."
Yuri takes his coat and throws it at Otabek, unbuttoning the last few buttons of his shirt and pulling the hem up. The slight curve of his belly becomes visible and doctor snaps his gloves on.
"Could you- your pants please?" The doctor asks shyly.
"Sure," Yuri lowers the waistband of his pants. The doctor doesn't say anything as he smears the gel on Yuri's lower belly. Yuri flinches and sees out of the corner of his eye the way Katya is watching him warily. He gives her a soft smile.
"Fourteen weeks along, right?" The doctor asks.
"Fifteen," it's Otabek who answers.
The doctor nods and takes the probe from its stand. "All right, let's take a look at this baby. Ready?" He asks, and Yuri nods. The probe tickles a little bit when it touches his skin and the doctor slides it around for a while, staring at the screen. Katya is tilting her head trying to see.
Yuri can't see much other than black and white waves. The doctor holds the probe at the center of his lower belly for a while and hums thoughtfully. Otabek glances at Yuri.
"Do you wish to know the sex?" The doctor asks.
Yuri turns to Otabek. He shrugs. "Yes," Yuri says, trying to make sense of the image on the screen.
"Ok. Any lucky guesses so far?" The doctor smiles.
"Hm," Yuri stares at Katya, "I was hoping another girl."
They all turn to Otabek, who glances at Yuri. "As long as it is healthy," he says. There's a pause, "But a boy would be nice."
Yuri narrows his eyes at him. He had a feeling inside his chest that Otabek was rooting for a boy. "Traitor," he says under his breath.
The doctor chuckles and looks back at the screen. "Well," he says with a small sigh, "If I'm right, I suppose it's a win-win situation."
Yuri frowns. Otabek has this face like he's slowly figuring something out, and Yuri looks back at the doctor, who turns the screen their way. "They're twins. Congratulations."
"Holy fuck!" Yuri claps a hand to his mouth. The image is weird, but there are definitely two white heads in there. "Shit," he feels Otabek clambering to kiss him.
"What is twix? Mama is bad?" Katya is asking, clasping Yuri's hand.
"Your mama is fine," the doctor says, "He's having twins, two babies."
"I knew it," Otabek is saying, but takes his place back at the chair.
"Shut up," Yuri sighs, resting his head back on the pillow. Gods, he can't fucking believe it! He was having two damn babies.
"So," the doctor continues, "I'm fairly certain this one is a boy, so, congratulations on that," he tilts his head towards Otabek, pointing at the lower white form. Its head is discernible from the rest of the body, slim and fragile. "This one I'm still not sure," he points at the one on top. "Fifteen weeks is not a very good time to determine the sexes still, you may want to wait a bit longer and come here to take another look. Then I'll be able to tell with certainty. But the placentas are separated, see?" He points at a thin white film surrounding each of the babies. "They're fraternal. If this one is indeed a boy, we're still at fifty-fifty with the other one. But they are not identical."
Otabek nods. "Okay. That's good. We won't confuse them," he chuckles, clasping a hand around Yuri's thigh. "Are they healthy though?"
"Yes," the doctor replies, "everything in order. And if you should feel anything different, Mr Plisetsky," he turns to Yuri, "Contact your doctor, okay?"
Yuri nods.
The doctor hums, turning back to the screen. "Would you like a picture?"
