A/N: Day four, friends. Day before the last day. You ready? Because I'm ready. I'm so down. Let's do this!

Even before our marriage and our divorce, sleeping with Victor was the best. His arms were warm. His chest was solid. And as creepy as this is going to sound, the sleeping face of Victor Nikiforov was not meant to be seen by mortal man. It's like the Arc of the Covenant. It's enough to turn anyone to stone. It's absolutely beautiful. Not that it isn't when he's awake. But when he's sleeping, it's so pure. I've only seen it a few times before myself. Victor always woke up before me. And on this fine morning, I'd keep my eyes shut just a little longer.

I was dreading the thought of this flight. One would think that, given my profession, I'd have no problem flying. Just because I do it regularly doesn't mean I have to like it. It's not my most favorite thing. A necessary evil. I could make it through Celestino's pageant mom coaching. I could make it through anything. But all I wanted was a little more sleep with him. Just a little more.

I felt the body underneath me move a bit. Then, the arms came up around me, "Good morning, Chris."

Awesome. Way to kill the moment. Nothing like waking up to being called another man's name, "Try again, Victor. Chris is broader than me."

"I'm sorry, Violet," Victor let out a little yawn, "It's a habit."

"Regardless," I kissed his cheek, "Good morning."

"So," I felt his smile in his embrace, "We leave for London today."

"Yes, we do," I nuzzled my face in his chest.

"Do you have your tickets?" Victor asked, pushing my hair out of my face.

"Celestino took care of it," I rubbed my eyes, "My flight was already book before I left the rink yesterday."

"That's awfully confident of you," he teased.

"Says the guy that skated his first qualifier in years yesterday," I gave him a nudge.

"I saw your routine yesterday," Victor praised, "Your Lady Marmalade has come a long way from Coney Island."

"Thank you."

"And what about your packing?" And here's worried mom Victor, "Do you have your packing done?"

"Almost."

"What about getting out of bed?" he wondered, "Where do you stand on that?"

"No, thank you," I shut my eyes, "I'll have to take a hard pass on that. Screw getting out of bed. We're ice skating royalty. They can wait for us."

"Violet!" a thick, Italian accent called from my door. Son of a bitch, "Wake up, bambina. We have a flight leaving in a couple hours."

"I am up," I groaned, hitting my forehead on Victor's chest. Did I have to? Couldn't we wait until tomorrow to leave?

"Good," Celestino walked into my bedroom and got caught off guard, "Oh...Hi, Victor."

"Morning," Victor greeted him, pushing himself up, "Now, I really should be going. I hate making Chris take care of the boys on his own."

"You had no problem doing the same thing to me." Damn. My call out reflex was strong this morning.

"That's because," he gave me one last kiss, "I knew you could handle it without oven mitts."

"Ok," I let him go, "Do you want some help?"

"I got it," Victor threw his shirt on, "You have to finish packing anyway. I will see you in London."

"Bye." I hate to see him go, but hot damn, do I love to watch him leave."

"So?" Celestino gave me a look while I pulled myself out of bed, "Care to explain what I just walked in on, Violet?"

"Victor and me laying in bed," I went into my bathroom, giving great consideration to my bathtub, but I didn't have that kind of time. A shower, it is.

"I see that," he stood outside the door, "But I thought you two were at odds. Now, you're all cuddled up together."

"We patched things up last night. I think we're good."

"That's good to hear," Celestino approved, "Don't think you won't be watched like a hawk while we're in London either."

"What the hell, Coach?" I came out of the bathroom in a black, silk robe, "Where did the gun in a knife fight come from?"

"Fool me once, Violet," he put his foot down, "With your recent regression over this past year and everything that happened last time you were in London, I won't be letting you out of my sight for long."

"Am I really getting a babysitter?" I rolled my eyes, looking for a t-shirt and a pair of leggings to wear on the plane, "Come on, Celestino. I think I'll be ok."

"No," Celestino wasn't budging, "And some of your friends are bad influences on you."

"Thanks, Dad," I groaned. Swear to God...

"Hey now," he wrapped his arms around my shoulders, "Papa just wants what's best for his baby. Is that so wrong of me?"

"No," I held back a smile, reveling in my coach's loving embrace. That's the thing. No matter how bad things get. No matter how big of a bitch I become. There's one thing I could always be sure of. Celestino always had my back and he always had my best interests at heart.

"That's right," Celestino kissed the top of my head, almost the same way Victor did before he left.

Ring, ring.

Speak of the devil? I pulled my charger out of the bottom of my phone. Huh...Not Victor, "Hi, Chris. What's up?"

"Are you busy?" he asked. By the sound of it, he's in pain.

"Are you ok?" my mothering instincts kicked in, "What's going on?"

"Yurio bites," Chris reported, "Yuri's an absolute, inconsolable mess. Victor's tried. I've tried. Help. Please?"

"On my way," I finished getting dressed and threw my phone on the bed.

"Is everything ok?" Celestino's radar went up.

"My boys need me," I told him, "All of them, by the sounds of it. I'll be back."

I left my coach in my condo and made a beeline for my boys. The elevator took an eternity. And I had to stop with the anxious alliteration. Dammit! When I opened Chris and Victor's door, Makkachin ran up to me. It's a good thing we got Gene, huh, buddy? He agreed to stay behind and take care of you and Nadya. Alright, baby. Where's Daddy?

"Violet, I've never been so happy to see you." There he is.

"Where's Yuri?" I knew Yurio would be a piece of cake. He always responded better to me than he did Chris and Victor. Even before the divorce. That's just the way things have been. Yuri, on the other hand, may prove to be a challenge.

"In his room," Victor directed me, "Good luck. He's not good."

"That seems to be the rumor," I walked down the hall where Yuri and Yurio's bedrooms were and took gentle steps into my oldest's room, speaking softly, "Yuri...?"

"Mama?" Yuri's voice sounded so strained. It broke my heart. How long had he been like this before Chris or Victor realized it?

"Hey, baby," I sat at the edge of his bed, "How you doing?"

"I..." he crawled into my lap, "I qualified already."

"That's great," I hugged him a little tighter, "I'm proud of you."

"But I don't want to go so far," Yuri shook, "I don't want to get too high."

"Why not?"

"I won last year, Mama," his voice broke. No, no...Don't you start crying on me, Yuri, "What if I don't win this year? What if I screw up in front of all those people?"

"So, you'll try harder next year," I pointed out, "You'll do fine, Yuri. If you take home gold this year at any event, I'll be proud of you. I know Daddy will, too."

"But if I don't," Yuri went on, "I would've just wasted the last eight months of his time. He could've been using that time to work on his own program, but he still coached me, too. He pushed himself so hard this past week. What if he would've hurt himself?"

"Yuri," I settled him, "It's ok. You'll do fine. Even if you don't win this year, you know Daddy would do this past year with you all over again with no remorse. And do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because he loves you," I assured, "And we all know you can crush on the ice, sweetheart. There's no doubt about that."

"You think so?" Yuri started to come down. Good…

"I know so," I snuggled him a bit tighter, "Now, are you ok enough for me to leave you alone for a bit? I still have to take care of your brother."

"Yeah," he nodded, "I think so."

"Good," I put Yuri down on his bed and treaded the rocky waters across the hall, "Alright, dovahkiin. Get up."

"I don't want to," Yurio murmured into his pillow, "Try again later."

"You can sleep on the plane, baby," I told him, "We have to get going."

"No, thank you."

"Yuri," I didn't have time for this, "I will give you fifty pounds when we land if you get up right now."

"Why would I want fifty pounds?" Yurio glared at me, "Why would I mess up my balance like that?"

"No, Yuri…" I let out a heavy sigh. Sometimes, it's a good thing this kid is cute, "Fifty British pounds. I will pay you to get up right now."

"How much is that American?"

"A little over sixty-three dollars."

"And in rubles?"

"Four thousand-ish."

"Deal," Yurio didn't hesitate. He jumped up out of bed. Did I feel bad for bribing my child to get out of bed? Kind of, but we're on a time crunch here, "Are you coming with us, Mama?"

"Sure am," I assured, gladly accepting the attack hug on my leg.

"Yay!" he ran into his bathroom and I walked out of his bedroom with a triumphant grin on my face.

"Did you manage to take care of both of them?" Victor questioned my methods.

"Yuri's coming down," I nodded, "Yurio's in the bathroom."

"That's amazing, Violet," Chris applauded, "You really have a talent."

"No talent," I shook my head, "I just know how my boys tick."

"I still think it's witchcraft," Victor jabbed.

"No." They didn't know I paid Yurio off.

"WITCHCRAFT!" My best friend was a dork, but what can I say? He's my dork. Just as it was coming down to the wire, I really had to put the Mama hat on.

"Come on, boys!" I called for them, "We got a flight to make. It's not going to wait on us."

"Coming!" Yuri came running with his bag in hand.

"How you feeling, Yuri?" Victor asked, checking him over.

"A lot better," he laid his head on Victor's hip.

"Alright," Yurio came out with his bag over his shoulder, "We can go."

Who am I to argue with him? I never need to. Yurio's got a pretty good head on his shoulders. I've raised him well. Still, we really did need to get going. One Xanax, one vodka lemonade. I'd be good for an entire flight. God, I couldn't wait to get back to London. It's been so long. Once I got to my hotel room, I had the strangest feeling of home. Like a home I never had.

Well, England, it's good to be back.

A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short. It's been a long day, friends. On the plus side, my poor little Yuri has come out of the other side of a mild panic there. I'm proud of him. I love him. I want him protected. I want to tell my neighbors about him. Yuri Katsuki is a very special boy and he's my world. Also, it's not good parenting to bribe your children with money. Don't do it. It's not cool. Well, it was cool hanging out with you today, friends. I'll see you tomorrow! xx