Whatever you do, don’t think about Makkachin being a protective puppy with Victor and Yuuri’s baby. Don’t imagine their baby toddling around after Makka and pulling on the poor poodle’s ears and trying to ride her like a horsey and Makka just taking it because her people seem to really love this loud, squishy thing they brought home almost as much as they love Makka and, therefore, Makka loves the loud, squishy thing. And don’t think about some of the baby’s first words being, “Ma, maaa,” and people being really confused because this kid has two dads and no “mama” to speak of and Victor and Yuuri having to explain they’re pretty sure the baby’s trying to say, “Makkachin.” Don’t even consider Makkachin waiting under the high-chair for the baby to inevitably drop food or Makka licking the baby’s face clean or Makka and the baby falling asleep together on a blanket while Victor and Yuuri coo and take pictures.
Don’t. Just don’t think about it. Don’t do that to yourself.