Spice [NaNoWriMo 2023 Winner]

Eleve

Yuuri was admiring the fabric of beautiful silver blue when his phone rang, passing the fabric off he answer with a smile.

"Hi Phi!" He laughed when his friend just screamed into his ear and then just devolved into stressed laughter, "Aww, did your Mom ask when your wedding would be."

"Yep," Phichit said,

"Did she ask Malee when she expected a ring...or baby?" Yuuri asked,

"She did," Malee said in the background, giggling wickedly, "Phichit's family is great fun."

"She has been joining them!" Phichit complained, "Saying things to them to get their hopes up and then just skipping away."

"As she does," Yuuri snickered, laughing as Phichit started to growl at him. He assumed Malee either took or caught the phone because now Phichit was in the background and Malee was talking to him.

"He knows I don't expect an engagement, his Mother is just excitable and I had to play a little," Malee laughed, "Speaking of excitable people...how's Victor?"

"Busy," Yuuri chuckled, "Which is good, he seems to have some modeling appointments, but he said he needs help with some offers he has been getting. He has no idea how to actually handle contracts."

"Don't you understand those contracts?" Malee asked, sounding bored as Phichit continued to pitch a fit in the background.

"I do, but not the same kind of work? I have only worked with the models for runway events, my marketing team handles anything else," Yuuri explained, it had been a journey and a half to find a team that wouldn't airbrush a model's freckles off because they were 'undesirable traits.'

"Well give him my contact number, I was a model for years, so I can help," Malee said as she laughed. Phichit must have finished panicking because he heard him collapse on the bed with a huff. "You know I don't need a ring any time soon."

"Yeah," He sighed.

"And you don't need to ask me to marry you just to shut up your mother, please don't do that, that's not fair to me or you," Malee said, "But when you are comfortable we can talk about it, okay?"

"Okay," Phichit's voice was muffled and Yuuri chuckled softly,

"Now who's the anxious mess," Yuuri teased. Phichit was always the level headed one, excitable and easy to please, the man craved adventure. The rare times when Phichit's own insecurities showed, showed how deeply he could feel. Phichit loved Malee, Yuuri was sure of that, they had been together for nearly a year now but Phichit always took his time. Unlike Yuuri's family, who were protective and guarded Yuuri with their lives, Phichit's family were more traditional and wanted to see their son wed and with children of his own.

"Invite me to the wedding!" Yuuri giggled,

"You first," Phichit teased back and Yuuri's face exploded with colour.

"I hate you," Yuuri muttered, smiling affectionately as laughter filled his ears.

The three of them continued to chat, Phichit would be in France with Malee and the four of them could celebrate Christmas together. Yuuri told them of the dinner plans he had with Victor and how he wanted to get to know more about him.

"You should invite him to the onsen," Phichit said, "I mean, it's the best place for him to see the real Yuuri and not Katsuki the Designer."

"I don't know," Yuuri worried, "How will he feel about my family?"

"I mean, you know his," Malee said, "Don't know?"

"I know his skate family, not his parents," Yuuri said, "I don't even know if his parents are still around."