Have some parenting headcanons for father’s day!
–Despite Yuuri being the father that worries more about their kids, Yuuri is also the parent that says “don’t ask me, ask your other father if you can do that.” This is because, rather than saying ‘no,’ Viktor often gets involved in whatever crazy activity the kids have planned, and makes it both supervised and fun.
–”It isn’t fair,” Viktor murmurs to himself. He is looking down at a pile of children, two dogs, and his beloved husband. Yuuri had fallen asleep on the couch while watching Food Network. Viktor had been taking a nap in their extremely plush king-sized bed. And yet here Yuuri lies, blanketed by and being everything that Viktor holds dear, because Yuuri is the one everybody always chooses to sleep with.
–If Viktor went overboard with petnames for Yuuri, then he has a SEA of petnames for his kids. “Do you think Papa even knows our real names?” Their eldest giggles. Yuuri blinks very slowly, thinks of JJ and Viktor staring with a pretty, unrecognizing smile at most of the sponsors. Oh my god, he thinks, no, that’s… “Of course I know your name,” Viktor laughs, giving her a squeeze, “remember when you went out on the ice unsupervised and tried a double and I had to scold you? I even know your MIDDLE name, kotyonok.”
–Apparently, years of avoiding the press to have a bit of alone time is not sufficient training for avoiding their children. Luckily, Viktor tends to not wear a shirt around the house anyway, so their son just eyes them disinterestedly before handing him a jar. “Open, papa, please.” Yuuri buries his face in his husband’s chest and slides off the table where he’d been sitting. A babysitter. They need a babysitter.–“You’re so stupid,” Yurio says after Viktor spends ten minutes complaining about their current babysitter. “Why did you HIRE someone? Lilia and Yakov are furious. They’ve been taking it out on me during practice.” The children are henceforth deposited into Yakov and Lilia’s grim arms. Initially, Viktor worries they’re going to come home as soldiers. Instead, they come home spoiled.