( make my muse blush | not accepting )

                          It was a lazy evening, Yuuri laying on one side of the couch and Viktor on the other, watching a romantic comedy they’ve watched umpteen times before, while Liza was in her room, hopefully sound asleep. Viktor was so fond of times like this, where his family was around him, all safe, happy, without a care in the world. Compared to how he had been only a couple of years ago, it was difficult to believe that it was the same place, the same flat in St. Petersburg. It used to be only him and Makkachin, silent nights, spent mostly alone — now he had everything and he must stop and pinch himself sometimes to make sure it’s not a dream.

                          A pair of small footsteps echoed through the hall, and since they were too silent to be Makkachin’s, Viktor turned his head to the entrance of the living room, just as his daughter wandered inside, “Hey, dushka — why are you awake at this hour ?” He asked, a hint of worry in his tone before the girl climbed up and lay down on his lap. She quickly fell asleep and a warm smile spread to Viktor’s lips, she was adorable. Once he made sure she was asleep, an idle hand ran through her hair gently and he glanced over to Yuuri who was also dozing off peacefully. A sudden rush off affection hit him and his smile widened — yeah, he loved his life.