One Last Thing: A Victuuri Fic!

Stained with Stress

[Yuuri's P.O.V]

I realize that walking around at night isn't a great idea, especially when you're eight months pregnant, but to be completely honest, I couldn't sleep for the life of me (and in me. . .) and it put way too much stress in my body.  I look around, walking Makkachin and Scruffy. This is nice, it's just what I needed, until I thought of being mugged, shot, raped, killed, or something worse. I know Viktor wouldn't approve of me going on my own, but I didn't want to let him see me struggle trying to relax, or maybe see me cry and get upset. I sniffle softly at the thought of my husband waking up to find me gone, thinking I've left, but to be honest I don't think he would wake up. Or even notice that I'm gone, which is pretty bad to say because he knows where I am at all times. I sigh and look at my phone, thinking of what to do, head back or keep going for a bit? I start to get this feeling of sadness in my chest, but I ignore it and turn around, deciding to go back to my love. I start walking back the way I came, but I start to feel a drowsiness coming to my head, and I stumble a little. I feel absolutely terrible, but I can't stop walking now! I pull out my phone again and call Viktor, who doesn't answer at the first call, like he usually does. I freak out, then fall to my knees, crying. I don't know what it was accomplishing, but I couldn't move then, I felt weaker than ever right now, and I knew eventually I'd pass out. 

I remembered then that I probably didn't eat much at dinner with Mom because I was worried about Viktor, and this could be the cause of my sudden feeling of sickness. I hear footsteps and they sound like they're slowly picking up, coming closer. I start to cry more, thinking I'm about to die, and I'll never see Viktor again. The fear of death subsides when the person that was coming toward me pulls me off the ground, and hugs me tightly. I knew by then the person who found me was Viktor, and he looked very worried. I told him I was okay, but I felt very nervous, and now the feeling of stress was turning into a sudden urge to get sick. I cough and whimper, trying to hold back vomit. Viktor, takes the dogs leashes from me and starts leading us home. He has no shirt on, which means he didn't bother to waste any time finding me. He seems quiet, because he hasn't said a word at all since he found me. 
I look over at him to make sure he's okay, and he looks pretty mad. 
"V-Vitya. . ." I mumble nervously.
"No. We are going home, and we are having a serious talk then, do you hear me?"
I start to cry again, feeling suddenly very upset. He looks at me shocked, then he stops walking and looks down at his feet, his hair covering his eyes as much as it could. I stop a second later to look at him, still crying. He shakes his head, looking at me now, with tears on his cheeks. 

"Yuuri, you can't keep doing that! You can't just leave whenever you want, you need to let me know! You're carrying my baby, you're eight months pregnant! You can't just disappear! Okay?!"
I find myself holding back sobs, I'm hurt by his words. He doesn't usually yell at me, but he has a point! Am I supposed to do something? 
"V-Vitya. . .P-please. . .You don't understand. . ." I sob out, he pushes his hair back and walks past me, I feel terrible and try to grab his hand but he pulls away and walks ahead of me, clearly angry with me. 
"V-Viktor! Listen to me!"
He looks back at me with a look of tiredness and anger painted on his face, which isn't normal, so it makes me nervous. I don't know what I'm doing, but I let it happen. 
"I can't take this stress anymore! It's killing me metaphorically, and our baby literally! I just needed time to release some of that stress! I don't want you to be mad at me for trying to save the only thing that matters to us right now! Okay?!"
"Yuuri. . ." He sighs, the look of anger coming off his face, turning to pain and guilt. I cry harder, because it's now killing me to see him like this, not as metaphorically.  "I'm sorry, but I just want to go home now. . .Please?" 
I stare at the ground and sigh, nodding at him. I walk slowly behind him, he stops to let me get ahead of him, but I don't think I can handle another step. My ankles are already swollen enough and with all that's going on, the feeling of sickness still hasn't gone away.