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Messages- Plot

After relentless texts, my phone finally gives way to the non-stop vibration of incoming text messages. Victor and I look at one another and groan. We finally break away so that I can put an end to the noise. I'm expecting the sender to be Phichit or something dumb exploding on Instagram, but it's Yurio.

My heart clenches.

I scroll through the messages, most of them spam to answer my phone, but I finally come across a few messages near the bottom with substance. In proper order it reads:

Today 11:35 PM

hey asshole this is urgent
Read 11:41 PM

an adoption agency called me saying a little girl is asking about "yuri the ice skater"
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they want to know if one of us feel like adopting her
Read 11:41 PM

i don't want a kid and im too young anyway
Read 11:41 PM

they want your number can i give it to them?
Read 11:41 PM

uhm hold on sorry this is late
Delivered 11:42 PM

I carefully lift my eyes to meet Victor's steady gaze.

Is it Elkena? Did she remember me? Whoever it is must have seen Yurio and me on someone's television. How long has Elkena been waiting for me to remember her?

"Yuuri," Victor frowns, pushing closer in order to read the texts over my shoulder.

I hollowly hand him the phone. His face hardens, as it does when he's thinking hard. One hand comes to rest on his chin as he scrolls. The sight of him is mesmerizing. I watch every silver hair weigh forward into his eyes before tenderly brushing them aside for him. When he finally looks up at me, I can tell he has already made a decision.

"This is fast," he hands back the phone as if handing me the keys to a car he is reluctant to loan. "And it will not be easy," his face is stolid. "Are you ready for a commitment like this, Yuuri?"

I look between the phone and Victor. This is not what I thought post-sex was going to be like tonight. I bite my lip and look down.

I suddenly want to rethink the decision to be a father.

Victor is right, but he's not trying to talk me out of it, I don't think. I think he's trying to put me in the right mindset, like himself. It's crazy how he can think so quickly. I admire that about him, but I envy him it more than anything at this moment.

I don't know what I feel ready for, I still feel too shocked to think straight. I do want to help Elkena. I want to. But is it her? Does it matter?

"Don't overthink it, Yuuri," Victor chastises, resting his head on my shoulder. "You'd be a wonderful father. And despite this being fast, it won't be instantaneous— we'll have time to prepare."

"You think we could do it?" I swallow a hard lump in my throat.

"Yes," Victor replies earnestly.

Knowing that Victor believes in me clears my head. Perhaps it'd be easier in the long run to be like Yurio and say no thank you. But Yurio and I are very different people. So there's my decision. I guess. I'll tell him he can give the agency Victor's and my contact information.

took you long enough asshole
Read 11:45 PM

The sudden text surprises both Victor and me. I blink hard, though, and begin typing a swift response.

sorry
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ill talk to the agency tho
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i doubt theyll answer the phone at this hour but ill give you their number hold on
Read 11:45 PM

thanks yurio
Delivered

A moment passes before a screenshot of the agency's website comes through alongside an angry:

dONT FUCKING CALL ME THAT
Read 11:50 PM