Three weeks of planning had come and gone, and finally all of Matthew's belongings and affairs were in order. Berwald had been granted a transfer back to his home country, and he was dead set on taking the... other parent of his child with him. They were just packing the very last boxes and Matthew was on the phone with the overseas moving company.

"Yes. Uh huh. Yeah. Can you get them there within three weeks? Great, great." Matthew had been on the phone for years, he felt. "Oh, excuse me for a moment."

He whispered loudly over to Berwald, who was packing up the bedroom shelf, "Don't pack that! That comes with in my suitcase."

"Th' book..?"

"No, Kumji-..." He paused, trying to remember what the name he had settled on had been. He gave up for time's sake. "The Teddy bear. He comes with."

"Ah... 'F ya say so," Berwald set Kumajirou aside and resumed packing.

Matthew resumed talking to the mover. "Sorry about that. No, you don't have to come by, we're dropping it off tonight. Yes. Thank you. Okay. Goodbye."

"Yer cute, Matthew."

"Hey, don't judge. He's been mine since I can remember."

"I had som'thin' like tha' when I was littl'," Berwald sounded slightly whistful.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. It was a toy car wit' a littl' tiny seatbel' in. An' doors tha' worked, too. I always want'd a car jus' like tha'."

"Now that's cute." Matthew smiled.

"It was a Volvo." Berwald said, as if that was all the explanation it needed. Matthew just smiled and nodded.

Yekaterina met Matthew at the coffee shop. She had tears in her eyes already, being as sensitive as she was. Matthew came over to the table she was at.

"Hiya."

"Hey, Matt. So, you're getting on the plane tonight?"

"Yep. Then 18 hours later we get into Stockholm."

"I know it sounds long, but it goes by fast honestly. I go back and forth from here to Ukraine at least once a year, and that's about the same distance, right?"

"I think so. I'll write you a letter during the trip, okay?" Matthew smiled at her. She smiled back.

"I'd like that. I'll come visit you sometime, okay? Check up on you and the baby. You'd better send millions of pictures of everything, too."

"Alright, I'll take pictures. And I'll come back to visit sooner or later." Matt patted her hand. "Don't worry."

"I'm a little nervous for how I'm going to get on without my best friend around..." She murmured.

"Hey, you do alright at work without me. And Natalia lives close by. I'm only a phone call away, even if it's 3 AM in Sweden. Promise."

"Okay, okay. Next time I'm in Europe, count on seeing me, okay?"

"Got it." He hugged her tight.

His watch started beeping at him.

"Dang it... Time to go to the airport."

"I can take you. We could use the extra 20 minutes to talk anyhow."

"We could."

Yekaterina took him to her car.

"Hey, Kat?" Matthew said softly.

"Yes, Matt?"

"I'm really gonna miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

Berwald was practically carrying Matthew into the house. A combination of jet lag, too much excitement, and pregnancy had pushed him to a near-catatonic state of exhaustion. Berwald took him to the sofa and eased him down.

"Yer startin' t' get heavy, Matthew."

"Your face is heavy." Matthew muttered, collapsing into the cushions.

"Tha'... Makes albs'lutly no sense."

Matthew just yawned.

"C'mon, time fer ya t' get t' bed." Berwald nudged him off the couch and in the direction of the bedroom. He stripped Matthew's clothes off for him and tucked him under the covers. He kissed him softly before they went to sleep.

When Matthew woke up, Berwald was already awake, for the first time.

"So tha's wha' ya look like sleepin'. Jus' like an angel."

Matthew smiled at him, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "You have a comfortable bed."

"I hope so. Yer goin' t' be sleepin' in it ev'ry night fer some time." He moved, straddling Matthew's hips.

**Again, where sex would go. IF IT COULD GO HERE. I've half a mind to boycott. See it here - goo. gl/xlSA2y**

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