A/N: Hi, guys! Welcome to day two. Today's chapter…It's going to be adorable. There's old friends, new friends, and a piece of bubblegum stuck to the bottom of my shoe. Or there's a 100% chance that Lumi needs to shut her hole. Ok! Read on, sweet children. And for the not so sweet children, *extends middle finger*. Right here, buddy. Right here.

My boys were champions. Yurio had two gold medals under his belt. We needed to celebrate and we will, just not quite yet. Even though my boys are on their way to finals and that's definitely cause for fanfare, we had one thing to take care of first. Something a little more important than either one of them winning.

Once we touched down in New York, the five of us went to our hotel. Yurio's sleep was sketchy on the plane, so he could probably use the rest. Yuri, too, just on principle. When he gets anxious, it takes more out of him than he realizes. And my baby doesn't need that. Either one of them. Not to mention, both of them with jetlag at the same time is not a pretty picture.

"So, Violet," Victor wrapped his arms around me as the boys slept in the other room, "Juniors is in a couple days. Nervous?"

"Not anymore," I cuddled into him, "I was before we left Barcelona, but I'm good now."

"What changed your tune?" he asked.

"The gold that Yurio has in his bag," I smiled, "And the fact that you're scared."

"Scared?" Victor scoffed, "What makes you think I'm scared?"

"You're starting to sweat," I poked at him, "You see me as a threat now. One less gold medal you could be responsible for. And at the hands of your wife and son, no less. That, my love, makes you scared."

"I'm not scared, Vi," he promised, "I can't wait for Yuri and Yurio to go up against each other in such a high stakes situation like this."

"Can we make a pact right now?" I insisted, "If Yuri wins or if Yurio wins, we'll be happy for each other."

"No resentment," Victor agreed, "Either side."

"Good," I got a quick kiss from him.

Knock, knock.

"Did you order room service?" Victor wondered.

"No," I shook my head, "And Celestino said he was going to visit an old lady friend of his."

"I'll get it," he gave me one last kiss, leaving me on our bed. Then, a stunned silence stood at the door, "No way..."

"Who is it, Victor?" I started feeling my jetlag set in. I pulled the quilt on our bed over me, giving great consideration to a nap.

"In bed this early on a Friday night in New York City, Violet?" a soft, Swiss accent echoed through our room, "Motherhood has changed you."

"No," I jumped out of bed and into his arms, "It hasn't really. What are you doing here, Chris?"

"The boys made it to Junior finals," Chris pointed out, "Like I'd miss that."

"I missed you," Victor stuck to him like glue. If I didn't know any better, I'd think there were happy tears glittering in his eyes. And I couldn't blame him.

"I missed you, too, Vitya," Chris gave him a gentle kiss, "Why else would I have come here?"

"Hey, Chris," I jumped back onto the bed, "How did you know where we'd be staying?"

"Victor Nikiforov is a creature of habit," he reminded me, pulling up a chair, "Do you not remember this hotel, Violet? Our first season together, we stayed in this hotel."

So many other things have come and gone through my mind that the hotel parties we had were fleeting thoughts. Not to mention, they'd occasionally get out of hand. Mostly, that'd be Chris' fault, but not our fault he traveled with his stripper pole. I must admit, though. He had a talent. Now, I'm starting to remember this place.

"Are you staying here, too?" I asked.

"I have a room a floor up from here," Chris told us, "I miss New York. How long has it been since the three of us were here?"

"A lot of years," Victor sat in his lap, "Still feels like yesterday we went into the burlesque club and found this little gem hiding in the back."

"Excuse me?" I grinned, "I was center stage, baby."

"Not at first," he corrected me, "Before you were Lady Marmalade, you were the sweet, little ballerina, dancing so perfectly in the back. The innocent, little angel. From agape to eros with the snap of my fingers."

"I remember," I blushed a bit, "I wonder if they'd let me get back up on stage for that."

"I don't see why not," Chris shrugged, "Do you have anyone you can leave the boys with for the night? I think I saw your old coach with you in Barcelona. Did he come with?"

"As moral support," I nodded, "I don't know about leaving Yuri and Yurio with him again."

"Celestino is more than capable of taking care of them," Victor said, "He did in Barcelona when we went out."

"What were you two doing?" Chris wondered, curiosity getting the best of him.

"We skated together," Victor smiled, winking at me, "She's still got it."

"So do you!" I squeaked.

"Now that you mention it," Chris thought it over, "I think I remember seeing a video in my casual browsing. When are you coming back, Violet?"

"Next season," I announced, "Once this is over, I'll make the formal announcement."

"And are you getting Victor to be your coach?" he wondered.

"Nope," I chirped, "Only one coach for me. I can't leave Celestino like that. We've been through too much together."

"And what about you?" Chris poked at Victor's side, "Are you going to grace the skating world with your presence again?"

"I'm not sure," Victor figured, "With the way I've been lately, coaching Yuri, I couldn't leave him. Which reminds me, Violet. If you're going to make your big comeback next year, are you still going to coach Yurio through Juniors?"

"Yes, I am," I assured, "I'm not going to leave him either. I made him a promise and I refuse to go back on that. Junior competitions are always before the Senior division. I'm sure I'll have plenty of time to coach Yurio and knock out a killer routine on my own. I could probably handle it."

"If it gets to be too much," Victor offered, "I can coach him while you're in competition, too."

"But," I argued, "What if you were competing, too?"

"I'm not ready to make my comeback," he sighed out, "Maybe some other time. For now, I have to take care of Yuri. Perhaps Yurio on occasion."

"It's criminal you're in semiformal retirement," Chris jabbed, "I'd kill a man to see you on the ice again. By the look of that video, you're in need of the competition circuit again."

"I've had the competition circuit," Victor laid his head on Chris' shoulder, "For the past few months. Just from the other side of the barricade."

"You know you miss it..."

"I think," Victor kissed his cheek, "You're the one that misses me."

"I do," Chris confirmed, "I can't get properly motivated without you. I need you on the right side of the podium."

"Excuse me?" Victor gasped, "If I recall, you were the one on the right side when we'd compete. Would you like to see my medal collection? There's a lot of gold in it."

"I threw the competition."

"My perfectly sculpted ass, you did!"

"Boys," I settled them, "We have babies sleeping in the other room. Relax."

"It's how we play," Chris wrapped his arms around Victor, "No malice intended."

"You're both too much," I buried myself in blankets, "And that's when you're separated."

"What do you mean, too much?" Victor took one side while Chris took the other.

"We're not too much," Chris assured.

Chris and Victor were the very definition of too much. If Victor wasn't being extra, it's like a dog not eating. And Chris...Chris was the oil to Victor's fire. And they complemented each other perfectly. To be in the middle of them made me a tad anxious, but at the end of the day, I know they wouldn't try anything. Not when I'm right there.

"Yes, you are," I put my foot down, "I'm not having this argument with you two. I'm tired. I'm going to sleep."

"Good night, Violet," Victor kissed my cheek, "Love you."

"I love you, too," I mumbled into the pillows.

"If you're going to bed," Chris suggested, "Maybe you and I should go play, Victor."

"Go ahead," I allowed, "Make sure you stretch first."

"We will," I got kisses from my boys and sent them on their merry way. As long as the room Chris had wasn't above ours, I'd be good. I've heard them two play Twister before. I thought the bed was going to fall through the floor. In that same game, I ended up taking Victor to the hospital for the pulled hamstring. Oh, the memories.

Before I go to sleep, I should probably check on my little boys. Sure enough, sleeping like babies. My little warrior and my little prince. Hard to believe that in a few short hours, my little prince was going to have a big surprise. We had a few days before finals to rest up. Other coaches were probably pushing their skaters twice as hard. Fortunately, these two had the best coaches they could've asked for. Sleep soundly, boys.

I shut their door behind me and crawled back into bed. This trip has physically drained me and I needed to get some sleep or I'd wake up hating myself in the morning. Victor probably should, too, but I understand. Chris is in town. He's not passing that up.

The next morning, I woke up with my husband in bed with me. Odd. I'm pretty sure he went to bed with Chris last night. Unless they weren't playing Twister. A game for another day, maybe? Regardless, I'm not going to look this gift horse in the mouth. I rolled into Victor's arms, making myself comfortable. Do I want to get out of bed? No. Should I? Probably.

"Good morning, beautiful," a warm Russian accent shook me to my core.

"Good morning," I rubbed my eyes, "What are you doing back so soon?"

"What do you mean?"

"I thought you'd be with Chris all night," I assumed.

"Not necessarily," Victor pushed my hair out of my face, "We can keep our hands off each other, Violet. That happens. All we did was go for a drink and catch up."

"That's it?" I fished, "Nothing more? Nothing less?"

"I promise."

"And here Chris was giving me crap about getting old and boring," I teased, "You guys are just as bad as I am."

"What are we doing today?" Victor changed the subject.

"I'm not entirely sure," I thought it through. I've lived in this city. I should know it like the back of my hand. Then again, I didn't really go out that much other than to the clubs for work.

"Do we let Yuri decide?" he asked.

"You know how Yuri gets when he has to make snap decisions like that," I reminded him, "Today is the last day I ever want him to get bad."

"Let's go wake him up," Victor took my hand and helped me out of bed, "We'll figure something out."

"Ok," I followed him to the boys' room, cracking the door open. Yurio was already awake and playing a game, "Morning, baby."

"Morning, Mama," Yurio didn't take his eyes off the screen.

"You think you can put that down for the day?" I asked, sitting him in my lap.

"Not right now," he kept playing, "I'm going to end up dying."

"Sweetheart, it's just for today," I promised, "Then, when we get back tonight, you can play all you want."

"Fine," Yurio let his character die and turned it off.

"Now," Victor sat on the other side of the bed, taking our other baby into his arms, "Happy birthday, Yuri. It's time to get up."

Slowly, Yuri's little eyes opened up, "Good morning, Daddy."

"Good morning, Yuri," I smiled, "Happy birthday."

"Is that today?" Yurio grumbled.

"Yes," I nodded, "That's today."

"I guess, happy birthday, piggy," he put his game down, "What are we doing then?"

Then, it hit me. I knew exactly what we could do today. We managed to catch a nice day toward the end of November. There's no way we could let it go to waste, "Let's go to Coney Island."

"What's Coney Island?" Yuri asked as he crawled toward my lap.

"It's a big amusement park," I told him, "When I was living here, it was a regular visit when I had nothing else to do. Sound like fun?"

"Definitely!" Yurio was on board.

"Ok," Yuri agreed.

"Alright then," I gave them both a nudge, "Go on. Go get ready."

Both Yuri and Yurio jumped down from their bed and dug through their bags for clothes and each claimed a bathroom. It didn't take much for those two to get excited. I wish I had that kind of spark still. But on the bright side, I'd get to do Coney Island with four of my favorite people in the whole world. I guess I couldn't complain about that.

"So," Victor asked, "When are we going to tell them that Chris is here?"

"What?" I giggled, "Is he not coming with us? Does Chris have something better to do today?"

"I don't think so," he thought it over, "Call him. Ask him."

"He's your boyfriend," I poked him with my foot, "You ask him."

"No," Victor blushed a bit, "He'll think I'm trying to make a move."

"Then, make that move!" I was ready to club him, "Honestly, Victor. You act like we haven't been doing this since the day we got married. You're not making a move. You're inviting him to come play with us for Yuri's birthday. No ulterior motives. No nothing."

"Ok," Victor got up to find his phone while I waited for one of the bathrooms to open up. My money was on Yuri. He took nearly no time to get himself ready. Yurio, on the other hand, was an entirely different monster. I've never seen a child invest so much into their own vanity. And he said he was nothing like Victor.

Knock, knock.

Gee. I wonder who that could be.

"Violet!" Chris sang. I'm so shocked.

"Hi, sweetie," I let him in, "I'm assuming you're coming along with us today."

"Yes, I am," he nodded, "Where did you say we were going again, Vitya?"

"Coney Island," Victor came in.

"Violet," Chris smirked at me, "Do you remember our trip to Coney Island?"

"What?" Victor gave him a look, "When did you two go to Coney Island together?"

"You were sick," I remembered, "And we were bored. While you were resting, we did Coney Island. And yes, I remember. On that day, we learned that Violet gets motion sickness on roller coasters and I had to get Chris new shoes. High maintenance…"

"I'm not the one that threw up on my shoes," Chris teased.

"You're also the one that didn't pay three hundred US dollars for new ones!" I yelled at him.

"Mama," Yuri came out of the bathroom, "Why are you angry?"

"Yuri!" Chris scooped him up in his arms, "Happy birthday!"

"Uncle Chris!" Yuri and Chris had a special relationship. Very few people could get him to be completely ok again after his issues gave him problems. Me being one, Victor being another, and Chris having the record of five minutes. I wasn't sure what he did differently than us, but whatever it was, it worked, "Are you coming with us?"

"Of course, I am," Chris promised, "I didn't fly all the way here for no reason."

I let those three be alone and went into the bathroom in Victor's and my bedroom. I'm sure someone would appreciate a fair warning, "Yuri?"

"What, Mama?"

"I have something to tell you," I bit my lip, "But you're not going to like it very much."

"We're not going now?" Yurio guessed.

"No," I assured, "We're still going. It's just that we have one more person coming with us."

"Celestino's coming, too?" he pulled his shirt over his head. Backwards, but he tried.

"Not Celestino," I spun his shirt around, "Uncle Chris is here."

"Oh, god…"

A/N: Well, kids. Tomorrow, we're going to have Yuri's birthday! Yaaaay! Even better, CHRIS IS BACK! YAAAAAY! And fun fact! Yuri Katsuki's birthday is November 29th, is it not? Do you know who else's birthday is November 29th? Mine! When I found that out, my little nerdy heart exploded. That made me so weirdly happy! And Coney Island…*sigh* Coney Island is going to be a delight. So! I'll see you next chapter! xx