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Lullaby- Fluff

"I'll go put her back to sleep," Victor offers, gingerly pulling out.

An ocean of mixed emotions swirls in at the loss of his presence. I want him to stay and complete me, but Valkyrie is crying for someone, and my body can finally relax if I let Victor go. I better let him, although I would like to go with him. Victor steps into a night robe and gives me a playful look, as if to say we aren't finished yet.

Oh boy. Well, that settles that.

"Thank you, Vitya," I manage weakly as he leaves the bedroom.

If he wasn't physically tired before, he looked it just then. When he comes back to bed, perhaps I can just persuade him to cuddle with me. Yes, peaceful, adoring snuggles will do just fine. And just as I begin to relish the thought, the baby monitor pipes up with a new sound murmuring beneath the fretful crying.

"Hey, Kyriya," Victor coos. "Papa's here— what's the matter, huh?" As if Valkyrie could actually answer. "There, there," he must pick her up, because her screaming muffles into mere crying.

He begins to sing a soft Russian lullaby and my heart melts as I listen. Victor is such a good father, a fact which never ceases to amaze me. I don't know where he learned it because, from what he's told me, his parents were not the best at child rearing. But somehow, Victor is just a natural. I honestly don't know what I'd do if I somehow had to raise Valkyrie without him.

The thought heralds a shudder down my spine. I lie back and try to forget the idea, telling myself Victor is here to stay while I cuddle a pillow determinedly. I don't have to worry, I know, but the anxiety is still there in the back of my brain. Dark images of me pushing him away suddenly fill my brain.

Next thing I know, I'm the baby that needs a lullaby. What's gotten into me? I can surely go ten minutes without Victor in arm's reach, can't I? But no matter how long he leaves temporarily, I know he'll come back. It's just a matter of patience.

I'm fast asleep, still cuddling the pillow by the time Victor returns.

"Well, look at that. Both of my babies are sound asleep," he yawns to a groggy Makkachin.

"Yuuri, darling," he nudges me gently. "You're spooning my pillow. I'd rather take its place, if you don't mind," he smiles affectionately as I blink up at him.

"Vitya," I yawn, releasing his pillow and stretching.

"Mm?" he hums, climbing into the bed next to me.

"I love you," I grumble, cuddling into his warmth and sleepily kissing up his neck.

Makkachin pipes up a kind of agreement from the ground. Victor pats a place on his other side, inviting Makkachin to come up. Normally, I would insist that we didn't buy Makkachin a dog bed for nothing, but I sort of like all the sleepy cuddling. So I don't protest when the brown poodle joins us in bed.

"I love you, too, Yuura," he catches my lips in a slow kiss.

"What lullaby were you singing to Valkyrie?" I yawn, adjusting and curling into his body.

"Which one?" he mumbles, amused.

"I must have fallen asleep during the first one," I admit.

"Mm," he hums, thinking. "Most of it doesn't translate well. But it's something to the effect of rest now, little one. Very repetitive, but that's probably what puts you both to sleep," he answers affectionately.

"Mhm," I mumble, taking his wrists and pulling them so that his arms will wrap around me. He laughs, but settles to hug me for himself. "Can you sing to me?" I yawn.

"Would you like me to?" he exhales in my ear.

"Mhm," I squirm to push my butt into his hips.

But I can't keep it up for long, he barely gets a note out before I've turned to face him again and get in the way of his singing with an inundation of kisses around his face. I fall asleep to his intermittent lullaby and laughter, wrapped snugly in his arms.