After all the testing in the hospital, it was confirmed that I lost the babies and was taken out from me. Mari was next to me as I was chatting with her. I was interviewed with the police in the hospital. The doctors were informing things about the miscarriage. They told me that I have to stay another night here.

The whole night Mari was next to me.

The next morning later, I was wakened by someone stroking my face and whispering something that I couldn't hear very well. I slowly opened my eyes to meet Victor's loving face. "Victor…" I whispered, rising my hands to cup his face.

"I'm sorry that I couldn't protect you." He grabbed my hands and kissed them.

"Shh," I hushed him quietly. "It's not your fault."

"But you loved the babies. I saw how-" I cut him off.

"I know I'm going to grieve for the babies, and you will be there for me when I need you the most. I will always remember my first pregnancy even if it's a miscarriage." I spoke softly to him looking at him with gentle, loving eyes.

"It turned out that we're going to have to stay here longer because of the case that the police is having with you, the man, and his girlfriend." He sighed.

One week later,

We were back in Japan. It was pretty hectic at Barcelona.

Victor was watching over me as I stayed home, laying in my bed. "Are you hungry?" Victor came inside the room, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Yeah. It doesn't matter what I eat," I replied back to Victor.

"You just need a lot of rest." He planted a kiss on my forehead before exiting the room.

Not long after, he came back in the room to give me my food. "Should I feed you?" He questioned, looking at me.

"It's fine," I declined.

"No, because you fed me when I was injured." He recalled, grabbing the eating utensils and picking up the food to feed me.

Victor was shedding me a lot of love as I was recovering from the miscarriage.

"Remember when I said I'll tell you something when the time comes?" I nodded at him, remembering that day.

"Yeah, what about it?"

He grabbed my hands together and face close to mine. "Come and live with me in . I'm going back to skate again," he declared, kissing my forehead.

I let out a smile. "We came this far, Victor. Why wouldn't I want to live with you?" My eyes were getting watery. "Do you doubt that I love you? You came back into my life and went through everything to get us where we are now. Of course I'll live with you and support you." I blinked my eyes and small tears were streaming down my face.

He lets go of my hands and hugged me tightly.

"Where has my life been without you?" He murmured.

"Skating," I bluntly said to him.

"Yeah, but when I was skating, I would think about you. You left a big hole in my heart." He released me and flopped onto the bed next to me.

"You're not the only one who had a hole in your heart."

"But it's okay now. We have each other. I had a feeling that one day I'll see you again." He pulled me in to cuddle.

"Was it bad that I wanted to be with you even though I was dating and getting marry to my fiancé?" I asked.

"I don't know." He replied unsurely.

"But aside that, Yuuri is still going to skate right? Because I heard from someone that he was going to retire from skating when he wins gold."

"Yeah, but that was like a week ago when you were in the hospital. But he's going to be living in as well, training with me as I train for my comeback." He moved his bangs to the side.

"Ahh," I nodded.

"Let's get packing!" He jumped out from bed and started to get boxes from somewhere in my house, and getting the things in my house packed.

"When are we leaving?" I was confused as I watched him pack things up.

"Somewhere this week." He moved his head side to side.

"THIS WEEK?!" I stared at him in disbelief.

"Yes," he nodded. "I'm going to keep on packing while you rest."

Today was the day where we moved to . "Are you excited?" He held in his squeal.

"Yes." I nodded.

"How good is your Russian?" He asked as we walked inside the airport to head to our flight.

"Decent. You know I was practicing my Russian with you. Do you think my Russian is good?" I asked, turning the question to him.

"Like you said, 'decent'. You have to get on my level to know more than one language." He laughed, holding my hand tight.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you can speak English, French, and Japanese. I'll speak my little to no English, my decent Russian, and my full on Japanese."

"How about Chinese?"

"You mean mandarin?" I corrected him.

"Yeah. Can't you speak the language?" He inquired.

"Yeah, but not a lot. I know very little, I suppose." I shrugged.

"You supposed?" He stared down at me.

"Yeah, I suppose." I nodded at him.

"Have you ever thought about meeting your biological parents when you were in China?" He asked, as we got into our plane and sat next to each other.

"N-no." I shook my head. "I already like how my life is. Things happen for a reason. Maybe I just don't want to know why they left me, you know? And being called out that your parents left you." My heart was getting heavy from just thinking about it.

"Don't cry, Suyin." He pulled me close to him. "I was just asking. Don't take it to the heart." He stroked my hair.

"Our new life awaits…" Victor let out a big sigh. "I can't wait it do it with you," he whispered.

"What?" I perked my head up at him. "Do what with me?"

"Oh nothing~!" He smiled childishly, locking my head to his chest.

"Victor!" I squealed as I couldn't break out from his hold.

"You'll have to wait for a while until we get to my hometown!"