The Unexpected

Chapter 10

**Author's Note!**

Random little update, I have shin splints and they hurt like HELL, plus I pulled a muscle in my thigh so now I can't touch my toes without intense pain. Fun.
Also, there's this girl in my French class and Homeroom and I just found out that she loves Yuri!!! On Ice too and I finally have someone to fangirl with in person!! I'm so excited! Author's note over, enjoy the story!

June 19, 2025- 18 Weeks- Three Weeks Later-

Yuri's POV 1st Person

I roll over in bed, comfortably hovering in the realm between being awake and asleep. Before long though I float to consciousness and reach for my phone to check the time. 8:15, Otabek'll be long gone by now, off at training, not home until 5. I sigh, I miss being able to go with him, it was nice seeing him all day. I get out of bed and stretch, dropping my phone on the covers as I do so. As I go to pick it up again it rings, the caller ID registering Yuuri (Formally known in my phone as 'The Pig'.) 

I answer and am at once hit with a rush of words, "Yurio, I am so sorry to ask but can you watch Maria for a while? The sitter flaked and we can't find anyone this last minute, and she especially requested you." He pauses, and I sigh. They're obviously desperate if they're calling, they've been trying to stay out of my hair these past few months which has been a welcome relief, but I do miss Maria, I haven't seen her in ages.

"Sure," I reply, just this once in a nonhostile tone, "When?"

"Now," Yuuri says a bit apprehensively, "I'm at home with her at the moment but I really can't stay, Victor's waiting for me at the rink and my shift started almost an hour ago," He's obviously referring to their rink, the one Otabek's in right now. They bought our training rink last year, and in the time since have turned it into one of the best in Saint Petersburg. It's very successful and even though I hate to give him credit, Yuuri really has pulled off something incredible. Theirs is the only 100% non-hockey rink that I know of and is completely geared towards encouraging figure skating. They offer Freestyle seven days a week and public skate three additional ones but never stick time (Suck it, hockey players!). They even teach skating lessons and offer coaching, advising people on everything from programs, to how to make it competitively, to which skates fit their needs best. Yuuri's the mastermind behind this and how he's pulled it off I'll never know. While Victor's tried to help he just isn't as good at business and mainly works with people instead of with practicalities and budgets, but the two make their dynamic work well.

"I can be there in fifteen minutes," I reply and hang up. I'm true to my word and fifteen minutes later I'm pulling into their driveway. The door opens immediately by a desperate looking Yuuri,

"I'm really sorry to bother you, thanks again," He says as he stands back to let me in, obviously (although trying not to be) searching my petite frame for the small bump that's visible even underneath my loose sweater.

"Whatever," I say with a noncommittal shrug, "What time will you be home?"

"My shift ends at 6:15," He says and I nod, not having any idea what I'll do to entertain the six-year-old in the time until then. Speak of the devil, Maria comes running up to us from the living room and stops just before she hits her father,

"Bye Daddy!" She says brightly and gives him a hug,

"Bye Maria," He says and returns it before standing up and turning to me once again, "We owe you," He says and I agree,

"You do," He goes and I find myself alone with the bouncing energetic little girl staring at me. "What do you want to do?" I ask her and she grabs my hand at once, pulling me to her bedroom.