it froze eight times

Rest Day

Small shout out to the amazing @alexadooodle who inspired this chapter because of his most recent masterpiece

The room was dark, with the only light coming from the small cracks in the curtains.

The only sound he could hear was the soft sound of breathing and the slightly muted sound of the world outside the window – singing birds, cars driving by, an occasional bark of a dog.

He slowly became aware the he was lying on his back with a warm mass pressed against his left side.

He also noted that his left arm was slightly numb, something that was becoming more noticeable the more he woke up.

He tilted his head to the side, only to smile at the sight that greeted him.

His beautiful fiancé was curled up against his side, cocooned in ninety percent of the blankets, with the small amount not wrapped around his fiancé draped across his stomach.

His beautiful fiancé was also using his left arm as a pillow, which explained why his arm was numb.

He leant over and pressed a soft kiss to fiancé forehead before gently lifting his head and replacing his numb arm with a proper pillow.

Yuuri let out a small whine of protest at the movement before settling down quietly against his side.

He stretched his arm above his hand, clenching and unclenching his hand to try and get the blood flowing through it again before reaching towards the bedside table where his phone was located. A simple press of the home button revealed the time – a couple minutes passed eight in the morning.

He froze as he stared at the time. He was late! Yakov was going to have his head. And that also meant that Yuuri was going to be late if he didn’t get up soon. They had to get Yuri up, dressed and feed and out the door in about twenty minutes so he wasn’t late for school. And then Yuuri had to get ready for work. He shifted to get up, only to pause when he felt an arm wrap around his waist.

“No,” Yuuri mumbled sleepily, attempting to tug him back down to the bed while half-asleep.

“But Yuuri, the time,” he said, showing his fiancé his phone.

“Rest day, Vitya,” Yuuri whined.

“Oh,” he mumbled before frowning, “But Yurochka?”

“Minako-sensei picked him up last night,” Yuuri sighed while tugging him on his waist again.

“Oh, yeah,” he mumbled, letting Yuuri tug him back down onto the bed.

“Stay,” Yuuri mumbled while shifting into his side again and nuzzling into his chest.

“Staying,” he ensured his fiancé, raising a hand to run it through Yuuri’s hair.

He remembered now, for the first time ever their rest days aligned, meaning they had a day together where they could do whatever they wanted.

Minako had even arrived at their house yesterday evening to pick up Yuri, stating that she would deal with the boy for the day, leaving them childfree until the evening.

“Just a few more minutes,” Yuuri mumbled softly with a content sigh. He lay there a moment, letting Yuuri use him as a human pillow.

“You have morning breath,” he mumbled softly causing Yuuri to lifted his head up to look him in the eye, a blank expression on his face.

“I want a divorce.”

“What do you want to do today?”

Yuuri glanced up from his morning coffee to stare at Victor.

Victor, his beautiful fiancé who was super chipper despite barely being a sip into his first coffee of the day.

He let out a small sigh while shrugging his shoulder, deciding to enjoy the rare morning view bestowed upon him – the lovely view of his Victor’s chest because his fiancé couldn’t be bothered putting a shirt on when they finally stumbled out of bed.

“Do you want to go out for lunch? Oh, I know! We can go shopping, your shoes have been looking a bit tattered lately,” Victor said while reaching over to grab the hand not cradling his coffee.

“My shoes are fine,” he mumbled.

“The soles look really worn, how long have you had them?” Victor questioned, arching an eyebrow.

He stared at his boyfriend – fiancé, he kept automatically going to boyfriend every now and then. He still couldn’t wrap his head around it sometimes, Victor agreed to marry him, Victor was engaged to him.

“So, we will go shoe shopping. How are your ballet shoes going? Are we due for a new set yet?” Victor asked, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He hummed thoughtful while taking another sip of his coffee.

“They will last a little bit longer,” he ensured Victor, only to get a frown in response.

“We will get you another pair then,” Victor stated simply before pausing, “We have to go to the bank too.”

“The bank? Why?” he questioned in confusion.

“We need to set up a joint account,” Victor stated simply.

“We do?” he questioned.

“Yes, I can’t expect you to continue to pay for all the groceries and stuff. So, we will make a joint account,” Victor stated simply.

“But you pay for all the bills, I can pay for groceries,” he insisted, frowning while staring across the table.

“Yuuri,” Victor warned.

“Victor,” he responded.

They stared at each other for a moment, clearly waiting for the other to back down. He wasn’t going to let Victor to pay for everything, he had already given up the bills fight, leaving all the bills for Victor, but he wasn’t going to give up the only real thing he contributed to the household.

“Can we set one up for just in case measures than?” Victor suggested, squeezing his hand gently, “Like if Yurochka needs something.”

He stared at Victor for a long moment before sighing and nodding his head.

“Fine,” he conceded.

Victor stood up and leant across the table to press a kiss against his lips.

“I love you,” Victor mumbled sweetly. He couldn’t help but smile into the kiss.

“Vitya,” he sighed softly as they slowly broke apart, “You have morning breath.”


Skater Next Door AU

AO3 Skater Next Door / Skater In Training