A/N: Hi, guys! A quick heads up. This chapter isn't going to be in the stock POV. We're going to do a little switchity doo here. I told you this last week. But it's all going to be from Victor's POV. In case you were lost. And I'm sorry this is up late. I've been out and about all day today and I made friends with a doggo! But I'm going to shut up now and we'll talk more later.

"Victor," Violet came into my office with Yuri on one hand and Yurio on the other, "I'll be back in a little while."

"Where are you going?" I wondered. It wasn't often Violet left the house this early in the day.

"I'm taking Yuri to the rink," she said, "You stay and spend quality time with your son."

"What?" Yurio squealed, "I thought we were going together!"

"Sorry, baby," Violet sat him on her hip, "I'm only taking Yuri. You're going to stay with Victor while we get some practice in."

"But Mama…"

"No buts," she stopped him, setting Yurio back on his feet, "We'll only be gone for a while. I'm sure you'll live."

"Fine," Yurio fumed, sitting on the futon.

"Victor," Violet stuck her finger in my face, "Spend some time with him. You have two sons, not just one."

"I know," I pulled her down for a kiss. Although, I could feel jealousy from Chris burning through me. I'm sure we could use that later for our ongoing Twister match. Soon enough, "I will. Go train Yuri."

"My pleasure."

"Bye, Daddy," Yuri jumped into my lap.

"Bye, Yuri," I cuddled him, sending him off with his mother. And so began a few minute long uncomfortable silence between Yurio and me.

"Make me a sandwich," Yurio demanded.

"You just ate, Yurio," I pointed out, "Mama made breakfast an hour ago. There's no way you're hungry."

"Make me a sandwich," he repeated.

"No, Yurio."

"Uncle Chris," Yurio ignored me, "Make me a sandwich."

"Yurio," I shook my head, "You're not getting a sandwich."

"What good are you then?"

"Tell you what," I sat the little ball of unnecessary anger on my lap, "How about instead of making you a sandwich, I tell you a story?"

"How will a story feed me?"

"It's the story of a figure skater abroad," I went on.

"Why?"

"You ask Mama all the time how I ended up with her," I reminded him, "Now I can tell you!"

"I don't think you understand what I was trying to…"

"Chris, you remember that day, don't you?" I gave him a nudge, "You were there."

"Oh yeah," Chris nodded, "I remember."

"Hold on tight, Yurio," I beamed, "Because we're about to embark on a flashback."

"What are you talking about?" Yurio snapped.

It was a few years ago after the Grand Prix Final in Montreal. Drained from the even, Chris and I decided to take a trip. We had earned it. With the long months of practice and all of our successes at the preliminary rounds. After everything had wound down, the two of us were sitting at our table at the post season banquet.

"Congratulations, Victor," JJ came up to us. I don't like him, Victor. He deserves a punch in the teeth. Patience, Yurio, "Not surprised you're taking home gold again. The second year in a row."

"Thanks, JJ," I played humble, "All it takes is a little practice."

"It would've been nice to take home gold on my debut," he shrugged, "But, oh well. You know, if you're looking to unwind, there's a burlesque show in New York City. It's the best in the world. You have to see it while you're on this continent."

"Maybe we should," Chris thought it over, "Sounds like it could be fun."

"Yeah," I agreed, "I could go for a good burlesque show."

I hadn't seen one since the last time I was in France for semifinals. Why not? It was quite the art form. JJ's face lit up, "Lucky you! One of the dancers is absolutely fantastic. And gorgeous! You need to keep an eye out for her. She's the one with the little waist and the not so little chest."

Victor, not in front of Yurio. That probably was a little too far. Anyway! So, Chris and I jump the border to New York City and looked for the burlesque show JJ was talking about. And you need to understand, Yurio. A burlesque show isn't exactly for young children, so don't bother asking Mama to teach you that routine.

Get on with it!

So, we get to this club. A small, intimate venue. Dark when we were shown to our seats. Beautiful place, though. I think it was originally a speakeasy during the prohibition era in America. But then, the lights on the stage came up a bit and the MC came out.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he called out, pulling the curtain along with him, "Welcome to the Moulin Rouge."

I knew better. I've been to the Moulin Rouge. This was merely a watered down version. You see, Yurio, a long time ago, a movie came out called Moulin Rouge and these four women who were rather popular at the time covered a song from even longer ago called Lady Marmalade. It was about a man who meets this lovely young lady looking for temporary companionship. But while every other man in the room was looking at the three beautiful women half naked in the front of the stage, I couldn't take my eyes off the one in the back.

Was that Mama?

Please, Yurio. I'm trying to tell the story. You're getting ahead. Stay out of my internal narration.

This one woman had me more mesmerized than any of the other dancers. Every move she made as like a brushstroke on a canvas. She was like a siren, but such a shame that hardly anyone was paying attention to her. Little did I know, the sweet little angel with the skill, talent, and grace of a prima ballerina who had been perfecting her craft since she could stand would shed her innocence for something a bit more risqué. She traded soft pink for a deep blood red and a dazzling gold as she took center stage.

And she took complete control over the other girls with such an effortless confidence. They became her personal dancers with their only mission in life to please her and gain her approval. She had become the ringleader of this show and I had to do everything in my power to meet her.

"Excuse me," the MC stopped Chris and me, "Are you Victor Nikiforov?"

"Yes, I am," I nodded, "Why?"

"I am a big fan!" he squealed, "Congratulations on your Grand Prix Final win!"

"Thank you very much," I used his excitement to my advantage, "Do you think you could get us backstage to meet the girls?"

"Easy!" he obliged, "Come here!"

"You know," Chris took my hand, "That's a little underhanded for you, Victor."

"What?" I shrugged, "He's a fan of mine. I wanted to test his loyalty."

The three of us ended up backstage in the dressing room with all of the lovely ladies that were onstage this evening. And there she was. She had just changed back into her normal clothes and was peeling her eyelashes off. Mama's eyelashes aren't real? Those particular ones weren't. Ask your mother about them because I have no clue. And what did I say about interrupting my internal monologue, Yurio? You don't have a problem when I do it. Actually, Chris, I do. I'm just polite about it.

"Excuse me," I tapped on her shoulder, "You were wonderful tonight."

"Thanks," she smiled sweetly, blushing a bit. Unless she had yet to take her makeup off.

"Really," I was a little tongue tied in her presence. In my defense, she was quite beautiful that night, "Your form is flawless."

"You're the first one to come in here and tell me that," she said with a bitter sarcasm and an eye roll, "Look, boys. Just leave your hotel key on the table. I'll get to you when I get to you."

"What?" I gave her a look, "I'm sorry. I think there might be something getting lost in translation here."

"You're probably just like every other guy that comes back here," she let out a heavy sigh, "Telling me my 'form' is flawless. Please. You're just looking for some-"

Victor! Not in front of Yurio. He is too young for the talk yet.

What talk?

You're right, Chris. Not quite time for that. So, we put a censor bar over it, yes? Seems fitting.

"No," I assured her, "Not that form. Your dancing. It was sublime."

Her entire body froze in place. And I wanted to freeze our moment in time together. And that face. She didn't know if she wanted to fall into my arms or strangle me. But she stood there completely dumbfounded, "I'm Violet."

"Victor…" And it was love from there. Minus a few other parts that we'll save for later.

"That's it?" Yurio pouted, "That's all? You're just going to leave me with that kind of cliffhanger?"

"Another day, Yurio," I put him down.

"But…"

"Victor! Yurio!" a sweet, angelic voice called out, "We're home!"

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" Yuri practically tackled me.

"Yuri!" I squeezed my son tight.

"So?" Violet came around the corner, "Quality time?"

"Of course," I promised, "And Chris can vouch for me."

"It's true," Chris assured, "I was here."

"Alright," she let it go, "Come on, Yurio. Your turn."

"My turn?" Yurio looked at her strange, "What do you mean?"

"You want to go to the rink with me?" Violet grinned, anticipating Yurio's answer.

"Yay!" Yurio sprinted out the door of my office and scoured the house for his skates.

"If I didn't know any better, dorogoy," I pulled her to me, "I'd think you were avoiding me."

"Like I could do that," Violet giggled so sweetly, "What am I going to do with you, Victor?"

"Tell me you love me and you'll never leave me?"

"I do love you," she rolled her eyes, "And I don't plan on leaving any time soon. Except with Yurio. I think he's half way to Natalia's studio by now."

"Go," I kissed her cheek, "I love you."

"Love you, too," Violet kissed me a little more properly, then Chris, too, "And you, too, Chris. Because heaven forbid you're left out."

"Cover Yuri's little ears," a dirty smirk appeared on his face while Violet took his warning, "Violet, you'd be the only woman I'd allow into our games of Twister."

"Honored," she bowed out, "But as of right now, I have a date with a little boy and an ice rink. And I shouldn't keep him waiting."

"See you later, Violet!" I waved my little angel out the door, missing her already.

"You're lucky to have her, Victor," Chris admitted, "I don't think I could've picked anyone better."

Yes…To have someone like Violet in my life. So patient, so caring, so understanding of our situation…? I was very lucky.

A/N: This wasn't supposed to be up so late! Shame on me! Shame, shame, Lumi! *hides in a cave* But I thought I'd try a little something, something with this chapter. If you liked it, tell me. If you didn't, I'll never do another chapter like this again and we'll pretend this never happened. Also, if you have some things you need to see me do, you can tell me those, too. See you next chapter! xx