Author's Notes: Hi everyone! I usually put these at the end of the chapter, but there were a few things I wanted to clarify. This chapter is set a bit in the future (Akane is 9 or 10 and Junko is 4 or 5). In terms of everyone's ages, Raiden, Akane, Erik, Sosuke, Yuna, Maria, and Bella (as well as a few other characters who haven't been introduced yet) will all be in the 119th generation when they get to Totsuki. Junko, five years younger, is in the 124th generation, and Sofia (and our potential baby Yukihira) would be in the 125th generation. I've written more about these ocs on Tumblr, but I wanted to make sure I explained things here. Anyway, thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!

In the morning they were both leaving—her for a conference in Dublin, and him for a meeting in Mumbai. They should have been packing, or making sure their daughters wouldn't burn down the kitchen, but instead they were on the couch with their favorite drinks, watching the Winter Olympics.

"That was a pretty good run," said Akira, who did not understand winter sports, but loved to pretend he did.

Hisako, who had worked as the official nutritional consultant for Team Japan a few years back, rolled her eyes. "He won't even place."

"You can't possibly know that."

"It's obvious to anyone who watches sports more than twice a year," she said, barely watching the competitors that came next.

"You don't even like sports," he replied. "You like athletes."

"Well, that can't be true," Hisako said as she sipped her gin, "or else I wouldn't have married you." She stretched out so that her legs were draped over his, and smiled when his fingers started drumming against her left thigh. That felt nice.

Minutes later, when the final ski jump scores confirmed her hypothesis, she shot a pointed glance his way. There were few things Arato Hisako loved more than being right.

"Shut up."

"I didn't say a word," she replied, grinning smugly. "But if I had, I would have said that your perception is severely lacking."

And then, somehow, they started making out. As her Harvard sweatshirt slipped over her head and she found herself under him, Hisako knew that this probably wasn't the smartest idea because...

"Ewww! They're kissing!" Junko screeched.

"Mom," Akane groaned as she followed her younger sister out, rack of Olympics-themed cake pops in hand, "you were supposed to tell me when figure skating came on."

...because children.

As Hisako straightened and ran her fingers through her matted hair, she saw that they were almost halfway through the women's short program. "Sorry, sweetie," she said. "It'll be on YouTube in the morning."

Jun shook her head at them as she came in after the girls. She would be staying with them for the next week, until Hisako got back from Ireland. "Honestly, you two are just as bad as you were in high school."

Hisako flushed, hand flying to the side of her neck as she recalled all their sneaking around the Shiomi Lab and the Nakiri Mansion, all the hickeys she had to explain as rashes or bug bites.

"Jun," Akira said to the woman who raised him. "You're blocking the TV."

"It's true," Akane added before taking a seat on the arm of the couch, distributing her cake pops to everyone.

Hisako glanced down at hers, a white one with the flags of over fifty nations intricately painted inside of the five Olympic rings. That girl never ceased to amaze her.

Soon Junko had climbed onto her lap, and Jun took a seat on the other side of Akira.

And they stayed up to watch the skaters.

And they still hadn't packed.

And it would be so hard to leave her family in the morning.