One Last Thing: A Victuuri Fic!

White Lilly (Part 2)

Viktor's P.O.V. [Warning: Graphic content ahead!]

I smile at Yuuri, seeing as he's extremely happy. In fact, he's so happy, he's crying tears of joy and it's making me feel like the proud dad I am soon to be! I hold Yuuri's hand happily and I kiss his neck softly, telling him just to take it easy, and I can take care of our stuff with our stubborn son-like friend and his lover. Yuuri giggles at me and nods, not even trying to fight.
"You can take a look around the rest of the house, too. I think you'll enjoy the bedroom especially." I wink at him and he blushes heavily. I can tell days of stress are coming off at this very moment! I can feel it in my heart!

I go to walk him to our room and he stops for a moment, looking at me, so naturally I pause and look over my husband, worrying.
"Viktor, I love you." he says out of nowhere.
I mean, it's not really out of nowhere if you're married to the love of your life, right?
"Oh, I know, Yuuri. . .And I love you, too." I respond, walking over to him, taking his hand in mine, he plays with my fingers, then sighs softly. That isn't a good sign. . .
"I'm still so stressed out and stuff, and I just wanna be with you right now. . ." He says softly, looking at his feet.
Not as bad as I thought, but I also don't really know what to say. No, wait! I got it!
"How about I get the boxes inside and we can unpack tomorrow, then go to practice?"
"You always have a plan, don't you Viktor? That's why you're gonna be a great dad. . ." He smiles, and so do I.
Good job, Viktor. You've made your Husband happy for another day.

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I listen to Yuuri's skates hitting the ice as he tries out some jumps for his new program. I don't think he's very into this, yet. He seems shakier then usual and he's got a lot less stamina then before. Maybe it's because he's not focused on his feet, and skating, and he's more focused on himself, and me. He's been acting very needy towards me lately, and I can't tell if it's from his hormones being all messed up, or just the fact that it's been about three weeks since I got back and we've moved to Moscow, and he's scared I'm gonna leave again. He's pushing himself too hard, so I need to get him to take a break.

"Yuuri, you're pushing yourself. . . Come take a quick break, then we can continue to practice these jumps." I call over to him.
He definitely seems tired and weaker, and I know his body is going through some changes since he's now almost two months. I sigh and push my hair back, and my husband doesn't seem to be listening to me, and now he's skating back around to try another jump.
I don't remember much, but I do remember hearing Yuuri hit the ground, hard.

I looked back at him just in time to see him do a very badly failed quad lutz, his arms couldn't move fast enough, but he tried to put his arms around himself. His arms didn't move in time to protect him. He landed on his front side, hitting his head, arm, stomach, and hips. He didn't move, so naturally when I saw him I began to freak out and call his name in a panicked way. I saw him twitch the slightest bit and I couldn't stop myself, I ran over to him, falling to my knees by his side. My vision was starting to blur, then I realized I was crying, I pulled Yuuri close to me and called his name again.
"Yuuri! Yuuri, can you hear me?!"
He mumbled, crying as well, his arm laying limp beside him.
At first I didn't hear him, but I carefully and quickly made out what he said as being 'I can't feel anything' and that made me worry even more.
"What do you mean y-you can't feel anything?"
"M-My arm. . .I can't feel my arm. . .A-a-and my. . H-head. . "
"W-what about your head?" I say as I whimper.
"O-oh God, it hurts. . ." He whispers shakily.
I then took note of the mark on his head, red, and possibly a little bloody, he might have gotten a concussion, but I couldn't move, I was stuck by his side, staring at his arm, which seemed to be swollen already and I could see his arm was bent a little weirdly. Suddenly I remember telling him to move his arm, to put his hand in mine. He said he couldn't and I then proceeded to tell him to prepare to be picked up, and that we were going home, and I was calling the doctor as soon as possible.