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The 9 Month Wait | Viktor Nikiforov

"You can learn many things from children. How much patience you have, for instance."
- Franklin P. Jones

Viktor Nikiforov would consider himself a man of much patience. So much patience, he would say. He had trained for years, giving himself patience when it came to perfecting his routines.  He had married the girl of his dreams on February 14 two years ago after dating for four years. He had to have patience for that because he had proposed twice a year for the final two years of dating (she wasn't scared of commitment; it was the fact that she wanted to live together for a while first). He had patience when it came to making love ("I want us both to feel equally good" equals, "I'm drawing this out because being this close to you is something I never want to give up"). He even had patience when he was into his thirties, and wanted to really settle down, by starting a family (because tick-tock goes the biological clock). She was 7 years his junior, and she wanted to enjoy life a little more before having a family. Now, at 32, living in Japan to train Yuuri Katsuki, his wife, [Name] Nikiforov, had agreed to give him their first child. And the wait was testing his patience.

Oh god, the wait. The wait for it to be born. Was. Living. Hell.

They sat in their living room, [Name], age 25, with her feet propped up, and being rubbed by a loving Viktor, and Yuuri talking about his latest skating routine, "[Name], Viktor is being so amazing! I... I doubt I could ever be this attentive." Yuuri was in awe as to how Viktor was so attentive to [Name]'s needs. How he was being so patient with her. Viktor and Yuuri shared a bond that was very close, but it didn't come close to how much Viktor was in love with [Name] and their unborn child.

She looked up from a baby name book (where she had underlined the name Anastasia), and looked at Yuuri, "He just does this. Viktor cares so much for this baby already. I'm so close to being due. I feel like I've been in my 39th week for a year." She sighed, "We've been together since just before he met you, Yuuri. I've known him since I was 16. At 19 he asked me out... I don't know what I did to deserve it."

Viktor laughed, "You love me! I'm just showing my thanks!" He put her foot down, and looked over her shoulder, "What about Anya?"

[Name] gave him a dead look, "As much as I would like to say yes to that, Anya is Georgi's ex's name. And while he was pushy and creepy, I'm not naming them that."

Viktor shrugged, "Just trying to help."

"You can help by getting some rest. You've been taking care of me since I woke up." [Name] laughed, "I love you, but I'm not going to give birth for another week."

Yuuri looked up, "You're due on January 1st, right?" He asked.

"Yup. A new year's baby, considering they want to come then." [Name] said.

Viktor sat on the edge of his seat, "What can I-"

"Viktor. No. You have to be tired. Go rest." [Name] ordered.

Viktor sighed, "Only if-"

"I'm sure! Yuuri will be here, and I can walk. I have two legs, with two freshly rubbed feet. I'm not helpless, Viktor." She kissed him as he leaned down, "Now, do yourself a favor and rest."

Viktor sighed, he was tired. But if the baby came... She would scream and I would hear it. He assured himself.

As he laid down in their room, Yuuri and [Name] chatted.