A/N So, I'm really bad about updating but I thought "Why not!" with this. I've seen the idea a few times, but I wanted to write it so idk anyway. Also since this is the YOI universe and also I didn't really want to write about homophobia the way we have it in our world, I made it very much "carry on the family line." mentality in Russia and therefore there's some ignorance to the fact that gay people can adopt or have surrogate kids or idk there a lot of options. But I didn't want to write about the extreme homophobia in real life Russia. (It hits a little too close to home.) So yea! enjoy!

It was a lazy morning. Quiet light peeked through the curtains caressing Yuuri's bare shoulders. I'd been awake for a few hours now. I pursed my lips as I stood in the doorway to our room. My mood was dampened from an unwanted phone call. My fiancé rolled over, dark hair falling over his half open eyes, "Victor, come lay down."

I obeyed and crawled back into bed. I curled into his chest. His arms around me made me feel safe. His lips rested against the crown of my head.

"Victor, what's wrong."

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me."

"I got a call."

I groaned, annoyed, as he moved to face me. He leaned up on his elbow and gazed at me. He seemed to search my face.

"I wasn't a big deal," I hear myself say. I've been trying to convince myself that all morning. Yuuri raised an eyebrow. I sighed exasperatedly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I kind of have to."

"Hm?" he rolled back onto his back and took me in his arms again.

"My brother called."

"Really? Important then?" my love's voice was calming and slow. His eyes were closed, but I knew he was listening.

I huffed. "Not that important, to be honest. The family reunion is happening in a few weeks and I'm invited. I mean I knew I would be. It's just the last family reunion I didn't go to at twenty two and—damn, It's been ten years already! I feel old." I looked up at him. He was smiling.

"You're not old, fiancé. Also, I know you've told me a little about your family life way back when, but I'd like to meet them eventually. We probably don't have to stay the whole time. Especially if things get tense. Of course we don't even have to go if you don't want to. It's up to you."

I cuddled into him. "Hm, maybe... I guess I haven't met my youngest sister yet."

Yuuri kissed my head. "How old is she now?"

"Uh, I was kicked out at sixteen when mom was pregnant. I'm thirty two now. She'd be sixteen. I could have met her when she was six at the last family reunion, but..."

"Did they even invite you that time?"

"Well, I was sort of invited, like, through my girlfriend at the time. She was like "Just show up and make peace." I can't imagine what would've happened if I'd have done that."

"How long did you date Nina, again?"

"Six years."

Yuuri whistled. "We've only been together for almost five years now."

"Yuuri, that's still a long time," I grinned at him. "Besides we've been engaged for almost four years."

"Dammit, Victor, I've won four gold medals, plus my two silvers, and you're still gonna—"

"You know it, love! We've talked about this."

"I just want to call you my husband."

I crawled on top of him, forehead to forehead. "Same."

He laughed.

"I'm serious, Yuuri!"

"I know, I know, you're just so cute."

I huffed. "Cute."

"Yes, cute. Anyway, about this family reunion?"

I kissed his neck ignoring him.

"Victor, I asked you a question."

Then his collar bone.

He sighed. "Did your brother say you could bring a plus one?"

"Mmm."

"Victor!"

I chuckled. I bit him again. He squeaked. Arms around my neck, we ended up kissing there for a while. It turned into sex, but whatever. We had a whole Saturday to waste, and this was something we both enjoyed so...

After showering and eating food, Yuuri and I sat on the couch watching TV. Well I was watching TV, seeing as it was in Russian, while Yuuri was on his phone.

"Victor?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you were gay? Are you Bi like me?"

"No, I'm gay. Why do you ask?"

"You dated a woman for six years."

...

"Oh."

"I know in Russia they're all about heritage and carrying on the family line and stuff, so traditionalists tend not to be as comfortable with same gender relationships more so than in most countries, you were telling me that one time, but being actively in the closet for six years—"

"Yuuri, didn't I tell you why I was kicked out?"

"If you say it's because you're gay, I'm going to flip my shit."

Oh my god, I love him.

"I told my brother I was questioning my sexuality and my dad overheard. It wasn't even cause I was sure at the time, just the idea of it. And the fact that I'm the oldest. I guess it was a shock for a traditionalist like my dad."

"So you dated Nina to hide it?"

"You know me too well. Yeah, that's why. Also her family was close with mine and I thought I could stay in touch somehow if dated her. I got really close to her, but everything in me couldn't think of it as anything more that a friendship—"

"Cause you're gay."

"Yuuri!"

He laughed. "I'm sorry, my dear, continue." He kissed my cheek.

"Anyway, I broke up with her when I was twenty two."

"Did you tell her?"

"That I'm hella gay? No, I didn't."

"Helllla!"

I burst into laughter. I always loved how he knew how to keep the mood light.

"Oh, yeah, my brother did say I could bring a plus one."

"I asked you that hours ago!"

I nuzzled his neck. "I know. I just remembered."

He sighed shaking his head, "I don't know how I put up with you."

My phone rang. "It's Dmitri."

"Your brother, right?"

"Yeah."

I picked it up. I switched into Russian. "Hello?"

"Vitya! Have you made a decision yet?"

"You called this morning! I need to talk to my fiancé."

"So, you'll be bringing a plus one?"

"Dmitri—"

"Look, Victor, in reality, it's kinda short notice. Lena was supposed to call you and—"

"Of course she forgot—"

"Exactly," Dmitri chuckled, "Anyway, even dad wants to see you, ya know. It really has been too long. Ya know when people say it's been too long but it's only been a few months? It's been sixteen years since we've done more than call. Come home. Bring your fiancé, I bet she's pretty—"

"About that—"

"But yeah... go ask her."

...

"Dima..."

"What's going on older brother?"

"I'm engaged to a man."

...

"Oh. Well, you know I knew... Um, I could warn the family? We really miss you, and Victoria hasn't met you yet."

I glanced at Yuuri on the couch. "I still can't believe she got named Victoria."

"Mom named her. Dad didn't object so... anyway?"

"I don't know... I guess it wouldn't hurt to stop by. Tell them I'm bringing my fiancé. You might want to sit dad down though."

"Got it. It your fiancé cool with coming then?"

"Well, he said it'd be cool to meet everyone."

"Nice, I look forward to meeting him. I'll text you the date and time."

"Okay, Do svidaniya."

"Do svidaniya."

"How'd it go?" Yuuri asked.

"I think we're going."

"Haha, okay. You think?"

"No, I guess we are, it's just..."

"Yeah?"

"That was one of the more stressful conversations of my life... I think it went well though."

"Well, that's good."

My phone buzzed. I looked at the text from Dmitri.

"My parents still live in the same house."

Yuuri walked over and looked at the phone. "I can't read Russian."

"Oh, yeah. It's next Monday."

"Next Monday? Oh well, how long's the drive there?"

"It's a day drive."

"Okay," Yuuri nodded and kissed me. "It'll be good."

"Yep," I kissed him again and laughed.

"What?"

"Wanna... head back to the bedroom?"

He chuckled and shook his head, but he was already walking toward the bedroom. "Come on, Victor!"

I took off my socks.