One Last Thing: A Victuuri Fic!

Two cities, One month

[Yuuri's P.O.V. Back to the convo with Pichit]

I'm waiting for Viktor to come back downstairs and I'm playing on my phone, the dogs laying on me, I'm calm and don't have any worries, then it totally hits me like a truck that I don't think I ever called Pichit back and I start to freak out again. I look at Viktor who is suddenly in front of me, pulling the dogs off my stomach, and pulling me close to him, letting me relax into him. Just as he got comfortable, I stood up and sighed, walking into the kitchen. Viktor follows me and I give up trying to get privacy, because honestly he wouldn't care about what I say to Pichit. Just as Viktor touches my cheek, Pichit answers me and I get a bit excited.

"Pichit! I'm so, so sorry I never called you back! I totally forgot, Viktor and I--"
He cuts me off, yelling excitedly into the phone.
"Viktor is back?! And you're both okay?! Yuuri, you had me worried!"
"Yes, Pichit I'm fine. . .Thanks to Viktor. In fact, there's something we need to talk about, face to face. Do you think you can get a flight out here soon?"
"To St. Petersburg? Of course! But I'll need to take the flight to Moscow then go down to--"
"O-Oh right, you don't know. . .We moved to Moscow, and it's something to do with what we need to talk about actually. The whole reason Viktor. . .Left. . ." I say quietly, feeling anxious.
"Really? Wow! Cool, I can try to get a flight for sometime in the next two days or so?"
"Yes, thank you Pichit! I'll make sure we have a room for you to stay in, and we can go out and talk and explore, but Viktor might follow along and all, but that isn't a big deal. . .Right?" I peek at Viktor, just to see his face. He seems worried. . .
"Oh, no! Viktor can come along! I don't mind at all! It'll be like the year you won gold!"
We talk for a little while longer, then we hang up and I look at Viktor again and he's rubbing my sides, which hurt quite a bit for some reason. He's also kissing my neck, which is making me melt in his arms because it's just that relaxing. I smile at him and take my hand up his chest, but it's soon interrupted by a knock on the door, which is probably Yuri and Otabek. 

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Yesterday morning was the morning that Pichit called to say he was coming in to Moscow, so we are currently on our way to the airport, and because my gorgeous husband needs his 'beauty sleep' I'm driving. Today I decided to wear one of my kinda smaller shirts, and I think it was a stupid idea, because guess who's showing through? Pichit is sure to notice, but Viktor was too tired to even notice, and he's passed out cold beside me. I smile at him snoring softly and then he mumbles every now and then. I think about how Yuri and Otabek are, because we kinda left them at the house alone. Don't get me wrong, they know and they said they would get the place cleaned up so we don't have to worry about that, but I told them they didn't have to but then Otabek insisted they did, because it was pretty obvious that we had things planned and I couldn't do it alone, plus being gone for the next few weeks after Pichit leaves will be time that I won't be able to get things cleaned up for the party we're apparently having in a month or less. 

I turn on some music quietly, just so I don't wake my sleeping husband. I hum along to the song that's on the radio, I notice Viktor smile softly, and he wakes up hearing me sing a little, and I blush and stop singing. He giggles softly, then rubs my hand softly. 
"You sounded so good, Yuuri. . ."
"N-No I didn't. . .It's just a song. . ."
"But you did. And you know it."
"Shush. . ." 
"Yuuri, you look so cute today. . ."
"What is up with you today? You're acting so weird. . ."
"I just love you so much. . . and you do, you look amazing today. I love that shirt on you. . ."
"It's kinda. . .Tight, don't you think? It shows off too much."
"Well, I think it's cute, because I can see our baby. . ." He says, sounding tired.
"Exactly, someone is gonna notice. . ."
"Isn't that what we want, kinda?" He says now sounding confused.
"Well. . .I guess so, but I'm not technically ready for that yet. . .I just didn't think this all through this morning and now I'm kinda stressed about it. . ." I tell him shakily. He must hear how upset I am in my voice because he takes my hand and kisses it, making me feel better a little bit at a time. I relax, but I've just been so nervous about what everyone is gonna say that I let it all start getting to me, and now I'm having trouble keeping myself calm while driving. Viktor tells me to pull over and let him take the wheel, so I pull over to the side of the road, letting myself cry a moment, then I switch spots with him and he sighs, trying to get me to relax, he pulls me close and lets me listen to his heart beating, because he knows I have a habit of doing that when I'm really scared or upset. I guess it's all the stress I'm putting on myself with overthinking, but Viktor says it's probably just my hormones. I have a hard time believing him, but I guess it could be true.