Victuuri | complete

Angel- Fluff

When the morning comes, I make the phone call. More accurately, I intend to make the phone call before realizing the agency is based in Russia and I should let Victor do the talking. Victor compromises by putting the phone on speaker and acting as a constant translator.

"She wants to know how soon we can start taking child care classes." Victor scratches his head and turns to me.

"Where would those be?"

Victor emulates the question and the woman perkily responds.

"Online," shrugs Victor, running a hand through his angelic silver hair. "Anything face-to-face we find in our area would not hurt, but they are not requiring," his accent growing heavier, I notice, as he switches back and forth between languages.

"Well, I can start this weekend. Does that work for you, Victor?"

"Mm," he nods, immediately jumping into a Russian reply.

I ruefully wish Victor would teach me Russian.

The conversation lasts forever, or it seems that way. We establish the important things, at least as much of the important things that can be established over the first phone call. The rest will be slowly taken care of after Victor goes back to Russia for a visit. Only one of us has to go, apparently, but I am welcome to come if I choose. Victor wants me to keep up my practicing, though, here in Japan. Officially retired as he is, he gets to go meet the girl first.

That's the other thing we established. Elkena was adopted by her grandmother just a month or so ago. She didn't leave before telling all the other children there about her encounter with Yurio and I, however. Only one much older girl seemed to care about Elkena's experience or bother to remember her story. She's the link, pregnant with the baby in question.

Her name will be Valkyrie, a surprisingly acceptable name to go with Victor and Yuri. That being said, Victor and I have a lot to think about when the call finally ends.

"I need to skate," Victor shakes his head as if to clear it, his accent heavier than ever.

"Me too," I admit, stretching uncomfortably. "It's almost noon— we were in that call for a while."

"Mm," Victor nods, haphazardly tossing my phone aside and taking the opportunity to finally lay back in our bed. "On second thought maybe I'll just stay here for a while," he curls into the blankets.

Victor sighs contentedly, motioning for me to join him. I carefully lay down next to him, wary not to get too comfortable. He's got a look in his eye that tells me he's got energy to burn. I'm not entirely sure I want him sexed up if we're about to go skating. As if on cue, however, we suddenly collapse into an intense, tongue-heavy kiss.

For several heartbeats, the only thing my mind can process is kissing Victor. Just as the kiss begins to hint at underlying sexual desires, however, a ray of sunlight graces my skin with a gentle warm embrace. Morning light suddenly hits the window just right.

I can feel the warmth of the sun on parts of my face and my arms, so I tenderly pull away to see what the light does to the room. I swear by my life, when I open my eyes, Victor is the only thing I see. The light glowing around his shoulders and creating a perfect halo above his head look like that of a real life celestial creature. I swallow hard and try not to cry as a sudden tidal wave of emotion surges over my eyes. Merciful Creator, he's perfect.

"Yuri?" he frowns. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I choke. "Yes. I— I just... God. I love you, Victor," I suddenly burst into tears. "Fuck—" I wipe at my eyes. "I'm such a crybaby. I'm sorry— I just— God, you're wonderful. Please don't ever leave me." I sound pathetic.

Victor's eyes glisten for a minute, though. He smiles broadly, pulling me in for another slower, closer kiss. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I'm kissing an angel. I don't know how else to describe the feeling. As a kid, I worshipped Victor, and somehow, as an adult, I've managed to marry him.

Dreams that I never even knew I had in me just keep coming true around Victor. Whether it's Victor, or love, or something else entirely doesn't really matter to me. At this moment, everything is heavenly.