That weekend was the first time Viktor interacted with little Yuuri.
It was Sunday and none of them had to go anywhere, so the couple stayed longer on the bed. Viktor had Yuuri's frame between his arms, with his sleepy face facing him. The silver haired man observed entranced as his beloved rested, completely at ease. His long, dark and curly eyelashes trembling like the wings of a butterfly.
Viktor had the chance to enjoy the sight of his sleeping boyfriend for a few minutes more before the other one woke up.
And Yuuri woke up feeling little. Viktor had been watching the dark haired boy more closely the last week, starting to recognize some signals that let him know that Yuuri was feeling small. He had never seen him fully slip, something that had worried him before. What if he couldn't tell his Yuuri was in little space?
He shouldn't have worried.
As soon as Yuuri's eyes fluttered open, a shy smile spread on his pretty lips. He snuggled closer to his body, sighing contently as he closed his eyelids once again.
"Oh, none of that sleepy head." Viktor replied, rocking his shoulder softly. "Wake up, it's pretty late already."
He was also curious. Viktor wanted to discover how it was to interact with his boyfriend while he was in little space. They had talked about what was okay to do while Yuuri was little, and Viktor was sure he would knew how to act. However, he was a bit nervous.
"Nuu-uh m wanna sweep more..." Yuuri whined, voice higher than usual and still heavy because of the sleep. "You no make me wakey..."
Viktor didn't know what had he expected, but definitely it didn't make justice to this. Just hearing Yuuri's baby talk made Viktor's chest hurt due that amount of cuteness.
"Come-on, little one." he cooed, brushing away a strand of black soft hair from Yuuri's face. "We have all the day just for us. Did you sleep well, baby?" It was so easy to shower Yuuri up with compliments, Viktor really was that cheesy.
"Uh-huh..." The younger boy nodded. Yuuri blushed as he caught Viktor's gaze completely fixed on him, burying his face into the blankets to hide it. Viktor wondered how his boyfriend had ever considered that something this adorable could disgust him.
"How if we get you into some comfy clothes, huh?" Viktor asked, receiving an almost imperceptible nod from Yuuri. A big brown eye suddenly appeared when the boy tilted his head, looking at him expectantly. "Wait there, baby boy. I'll be back in no time."
Viktor went to their dresser, and opened it from Yuuri's part. The CEO had helped Yuuri to reorganize his wardrobe, so the Japanese boy could have his little clothes on one half and the other one with his normal street clothes. It wasn't something they should put inside a box, hidden. Yuuri didn't have to hide anything, not from him at least.
Viktor grabbed the baby blue feetie pajamas decorated with yellow polka dots and the smaller box where they kept the diaper supplies.
He returned to their bed, placing a big towel on it. He gestured the little boy to get on it, in order to change him. A tiny whimper escaped through a very sleepy Yuuri, but he complied. Viktor coaxed him to raise his hips once more so he could put the diaper under his bottom.
Viktor spread some cream around Yuuri's prince parts to make sure his baby didn't get a rash. He added a generous amount of baby powder before tapping the diaper up. It was one of the thicker ones, with cute animal drawings printed on the front that would disappear when wet. Viktor then cleaned his hands using the towel under the little boy before wiping the excess of baby powder of his boyfriend's thighs.
He helped Yuuri to get his legs into the feets of the pajamas, and Viktor made him incorporate so he could zip up the front.
"Oh my, Yuuri, look at you!" Viktor cooed over the boy, who once again was snuggling on the blankets. "You're so cute, baby."
And he wasn't lying. Yuuri looked out-of-this world cute, dressed in his feetie pajamas, curling in a small ball and giving him those adorable and innocent looks with his Bambi eyes. Said boy was currently gnawing on his index fingers absently.
"'M cute, Vitya?" he asked, his voice soft and muffled because of his occupied mouth.
"Lots." Viktor assured him. "And so tiny that I could keep you inside my pocket.
"Nuh-huh 'm big." Yuuri mumbled, puffing out his cheeks and covering his face with the blanket.
Viktor sat on the bed, uncovering Yuuri's head and stroked his hair. The silver haired man was currently thinking of how perfect his boyfriend was, wanting to be the same for him. Viktor ached to deserve someday the title of Daddy.
"Very big indeed sweetie." he played along. "I'm going to warm your milk but do you want something else, baby?" Viktor asked, still with his fingers deep on Yuuri's impossibly soft hair. Said one only shook his head. "Use your words, little one." he reminded him.
"Mm-mm, no." Yuuri said, only to frown a second after, as if he was thinking way too hard for his little mind.
Yuuri's rosy lips opened in a pretty 'o', his brown doe eyes shining with what seemed pure joy. "Vitya! I know what I wan'." he said, catching Viktor t-shirt in a tiny fist.
Viktor hummed, raising one brow. "And what does my little boy want, huh?"
Yuuri made a gesture for him to lean closer, and as soon as the older male complied he giggled and cupped his petite hands around his ear. "I wan' Vitya." he whispered, and then he squealed.
Okay. Viktor had been Yuuri's caregiver for less than an hour and he already knew that he absolutely adored this. He could do this for the rest of his life -that if he didn't die due to Yuuri's adorableness.- His boy really was perfect.
He smiled fondly. "I'll be yours in a moment. Just let me bring your milk, okay?" he kissed the boy's forehead softly before getting up from the bed.
Yuuri nodded, adjusting himself on the bed to a more comfortable position. His chubby cheek squished by the pillow under him.
Viktor had never had more rush to return to the bed as he had when he left the room.
The Russian returned minutes later with a baby bottle full of warm milk with a bit of honey. As soon as he entered the room, Yuuri's eyes widened at the sight of the bottle. "F-fo me?" he whispered shyly, as if he couldn't believe it.
Viktor sat next to him on the bed, putting the little on his lap.
"Of course it is, only for you, love ; for my one and only." Viktor answered, feeling a bit sad because he had just confirmed that Yuuri had never used these kind of regression items. "Only the best for my baby prince."
To emphasize the issue, Viktor started to shake the baby bottle with a Hello Kitty printed on it near the little's face, trying to tempt him.
Yuuri, for Viktor's surprise, looked down and started to chew his lower lip. "B-ut I don' de-deserve," he muttered. "Vitya d-does too m-uch... Sowwy"
"Love, I need you to look at me right now, okay?" Viktor asked, a bit more serious now. Yuuri lifted up his gaze with such a sad look in his eyes that broke Viktor's heart. "What I'm going to say is very important, so please listen to me." he waited to receive an answer, continuing after Yuuri nodded. "I don't want you to say or think again that you don't deserve something, love. I want to take care of you, to make you feel loved. And I enjoy doing it, I really do." he paused. "Besides, I remember that talking bad about yourself was on our list, wasn't it, baby?"
He coddled Yuuri in his arms, patting his head while he gently rocked him.
"I'm so proud of you telling me about all of this, Yuuri." He added, words a mere whisper now. "It is completely healthy and normal to seek for comfort, little one. Just let me take care of you."
"S-so no time-out foh-for me, wight?" Yuuri snuggled closer to him, feeling completely vulnerable.
Viktor shook his head, kissing between Yuuri's delicate eyebrows.
"I wouldn't punish you for something like this, love. I just want you to never think such things again."
There was a short silence -in which Viktor could hear Yuuri suckling his thumb- before the little boy's high pitched voice sounded again.
"Vitya m wan milky" he somehow managed to whisper around the digit in his mouth, face pink and slurred words barely audible.
The poor thing was making a little mess, drool starting to fall down his chin. Viktor had understood what his Yuuri had said, but he couldn't help but to tease.
"Yuuri, take your thumb out of your mouth. You know that it's rude to speak while you have your mouth full." he reprimanded.
Yuuri's blush darkened a few tones pinker and quickly took his thumb out of his mouth, pouting. "Wan my milky, pwease Vitya." he tried again.
Viktor decided to give what his baby was asking for, nudging the rubber nipple against his baby's shinny plump lips. The boy started suckling right then, his eyelashes trembling as he gave a content hum while he drank the sweet milk. Yuuri sniffed cutely, soft sounds escaping from his petal lips as snuffled around the bottle.
He whined when Viktor tugged on the bottle in order to let him breath between gulps, the right procedure to prevent babies to get hiccups.
Yuuri's cheeks were puffy and full of milk before Viktor let him start gulping again. He let out a little happy sound while he snuggled nearer Viktor, seeking for his long needed comfort.
That moment was the start of a very wonderful thing.