Even though he wasn't being scored, Yurio did a great job today. Improv was definitely one of his strong suits. And he was a quick learner, too! Only took him a couple hours to learn the choreography for Stole the Show and another hour to master it. Mama couldn't be prouder of him. If they were keeping score, Yurio would've just passed Yuri and left him in the dust. However, Yuri had yet to go on.

"Are you ready, Yuri?" Victor asked, tying his skates for him.

"Yeah," Yuri seemed a little more confident. I guess his win is going to do that for him.

"Good luck, baby," I kissed his cheek, "You arleady won, so you don't need to try too hard. Just focus on a good performance."

"Thanks, Mama," he wrapped himself around my leg as they called his name.

"Go on, Yuri," Chris sent him off, "Make us proud."

"By the way, Victor," I wondered, "What did you pick for Yuri's music? Did you stay in theme or did you go off script like we did?"

"Off script," Victor had a dark grin on his face, "You'll see."

A soft orchestra started to play through the loudspeakers. One that I knew too well. One that Yurio and I have skated to in practice a few times...Even worse, Victor and I have skated this once or twice, too. When the lyrics started, I thought I was going to throw up. And as soon as it ended, I made a beeline for the front door, hoping to God the press would let me cry this out.

How could he? Sure, Yurio and I skating Stole the Show as a passive aggressive message about our marriage coming to an end on amicible terms, but this? This was blatant. Like a big middle finger on a neon sign. Originally, I wanted to do this, but I didn't want to give Victor a strong right hook like he deserved right now. At least I had the courtesy to not use our song!

"Violet...?" Victor sat beside me on the retaining wall outside the arena, "Are you alright, sweetheart?"

"You're an asshole, Victor Nikiforov," I snarled, my eyes blurred with tears, "Leave me alone!"

"Violet," he tried to put hs hand on my shoulder, but I swatted him away, "Violet, can I talk to you?"

"Go to Hell!" I moved away from him, "What you did...You know what you did."

"Could I tell you why?"

"You blindsided me, you son of a bitch!" my tirade went on, "It doesn't matter why you did it. That was low and you know it."

"Violet," Victor pulled me into his chest, "Let me explain."

"No!" I tried to wiggle out of his arms, but it wasn't happening. Victor had more upper arm strength than I gave him credit for, "Let me go!"

"Only if you let me explain myself," he bargained.

"Fine," I caved, "You got five minutes."

"You can't tell me that what you did was squeaky clean, too," Victor pointed out, only making me feel worse, "You think I wasn't going to catch on to that? Two lovers that performed together splitting up? You didn't think I'd figure that out?"

"I know," I started to settle down a little bit.

"I got your message," he cradled me, "And it looks like you haven't gotten mine yet. Do you still not realize why I picked I Don't Want to Miss a Thing for Yuri?"

"No," my blood began to boil again, "Why else other than to hurt me?"

"That wasn't my intention," Victor apologized, "I love how you're handling our divorce, Vi, but I hate it all the same. I know you're doing this so selflessly, but suppressing it isn't good for you either."

"I'm not suppressing anything," I lied through my teeth.

"Yes, you are," he rocked me a little, "I know better. We've been married for quite a while. I know every one of your tells, dorogoy. And you haven't stopped shaking since I came out here."

"Because I'm pissed," I snapped, "And it's cold out here."

"Nothing's really changing," Victor promised, "I still love you very much. That will never ever change. You've raised our boys with me since day one. You sacrificed your final season, so I could have one. You're such a giver, Violet. You deserve happiness, too. So, I pose this question to you. Are you sure you're ok going through with our divorce, so I can marry Chris?"

"Absolutely," I confirmed, "Why, you might ask?"

"Why, Violet?"

"Because you're too focused on what I gave up for you," I explained, "You're thinking too much about what I've given up, what I've done. Me, me, me. But you don't see what happened before that. Do you remember the day we met?"

"Like it was yesterday," Victor smiled, "What about it?"

"I told you to leave your hotel key out of reflex," I reminded him, "How many of those do you think I got in a night?"

"I don't know," his smile started to fade, "How many?"

"I'd average around ten a night," I cringed, "The boss had a side hustle for after the show. A few of the girls, including myself, would end up escorting and Ernie might pay us extra. And the usual clientile would ask for things! Unspeakable things! Gross things...But then, you came in. You saw something in me that I didn't see in myself. I didn't see myself going any further than that. You got me out of that, Victor. If you and Chris wouldn't have come in to see the show that night, God only knows where I would've ended up. So, my happiness is a very small price to pay for what you've done for me."

I left Victor entirely speechless...and a little heartbroken, "I had no idea..."

"Yeah," I sighed out, "All that aside, though. Really and truly, why did you pick our song for Yuri?"

"I wanted it to serve as a reminder of happier times for us," he held me a little closer, "Because we're not saying goodbye. This is an entirely new beginning for us, Vi, and I know it's horrifying, but we'll get through it. And neither one of us is going to miss out on the other. I promise."

"You know," I laid my head on Victor's chest, "Yuri did a hell of a job with it, too."

"Not as good as Yurio," Victor kissed my forehead, "I've seen him skate I Don't Want to Miss a Thing and Yurio skates it better than I did."

"You should tell him that," I smiled, "He'd love to hear it."

"Tell you what," he said, "Tomorrow morning, you and I will go down to the courthouse and file for a no-fault divorce. Tonight, we'll go to the post-season banquet, have a good time, and then, go home. Sound good to you?"

"Da," I nodded, "I can do that."

"So, everything's fine?" Victor worried, "No more putting on a brave face for me?"

"Yeah," I cuddled into him, "I still love you, Victor. You're still my best friend in the whole wide world."

"And you're mine," he pulled me onto my feet and hugged me tight, "Maybe we should go get matching tattoos."

"I'm not pissing Celestino off any more than I already have," I giggled, "I'm amazed he still puts up with me."

"You know Celestino's a slave to you," Victor and I started heading back into the arena, "He can't be mad at you for long."

"Yeah," I agreed, "Changing my hair is one thing. Getting a tattoo that would be permanently embedded into my skin is a whole different ball game. He'd probably scrape it off with a spoon."

"And pour salt on it," he added, "And rinse it off with holy water. After exorcising you, of course."

Victor understood how Celestino was about me. He treated me like his own. That was one of the main reasons why he got so pissed after Victor and I got married. Victor didn't go to Celestino and ask for my hand. Hell, he didn't even go to my own father and ask. Nobody knew until they needed to. It wasn't affecting anyone else except us. Why should they know?

Before we knew it, the time had come for the post-season banquet. If I remember correctly, this was where things got interesting. We didn't have any more competitions, so all bets were off. At my last banquet, things got pretty crazy. Chris got naked, Victor tried seeing how many mini lampshades he could get on his head without them falling off. It was a grand old time.

But things were different now. We've done a lot of growing up since then. Chris knew to leave his stripper pole at home. We have babies to look after and think about. And now, I have my career to think about again. Fighting off the press wasn't exactly pretty, but Celestino took care of them for me, speaking on my behalf. When we got to the venue, it was dimly lit like a high school prom, but still a classy affair.

Yuri and Yurio were running around with their new found friends and I wasn't hesitating with the champagne. Don't get stupid, Violet. Think of the babies. I know you want to drink everything off right now, but don't get wasted. A couple of glasses of champagne to celebrate and cut yourself off. As much as you want to switch to the vodka. That was going to be even harder to do, considering the douchebag that just walked in.

"Hey, Victor's wife," JJ came up next to me.

"I have a name," I slammed my first glass. He doesn't know, Violet. As easy of a target JJ is, don't take your feelings out on him. Get another glass.

"Sorry, Violet," he gave me a nudge, "I saw your performance with the kid earlier and heard you're skating next season. Welcome back. You haven't lost a step."

"Uh..." I wasn't sure how to feel here, "Thanks, JJ."

"What about Victor?" JJ asked, a dirty, competitive smirk on his face, "I'd love to be able to beat him at his own game."

"I don't think he's coming back yet," I assumed, "You'd have to ask him."

"Where is he?" he took a champagne flute, "Last time I saw him, Victor was screwing around with that Christophe guy and a couple of kids and I haven't seen him since."

"They're keeping an eye on our boys," I figured, "Excuse me."

Before I stabbed JJ in the throat with a shrimp fork, I went over to Chris and Victor, sitting at our table, perfectly content with the world. And I couldn't blame them. However, the boys weren't there. Hopefully they went off to be social and didn't get too far. Regardless, I sat down with Chris and Victor, doing my best to keep a level head.

"Hi there, gorgeous," Chris greeted me, "What are you doing all by yourself?"

"Getting used to it," I joked darkly, "Where are Yuri and Yurio?"

"They were right over there," Victor pointed to a spot by the stage, "Perhaps they went to play somewhere else."

"Mama," one of them surfaced, "I lost Yuri."

"Ok," I wasn't going to panic. I already had a little bit of the buzz from the champagne, so I had that going for me, "Where did you see him last?"

"I told him to get some apple juice for me and Beka," Yurio explained himself, "And I haven't seen him since."

"How long ago?"

"Ten minutes ago."

"Come on," I got up, "Let's go find your brother."

"Ok," Yurio took my hand and the two of us scoured the ballroom for Yuri. If this were Yurio, I wouldn't be quite as worried, but I've seen Yuri get lost in our house and freak. If he can't find us, he's going to have a damn meltdown.

Instead of in the fetal position under a table, Yuri was stumbling around the dance floor. It's funny. Because the last time I was at one of these things, Victor was the one stumbling around exactly like that. But there's no way they're stumbling for the same reason. That would mean my nine-year-old son was drunk and no one would dare give Yuri any alcohol. No one was that stupid.

"There you are, Yuri," I called out to him. Only for him to fall on his ass.

"I'm really dizzy," he slurred a bit, "You're really pretty, Mama…"

"Yuri…?" I helped him up, "Are you ok, sweetheart?"

"I'm fine," Yuri stumbled a few steps, "By the way, Yurio, the apple juice in the fancy glasses doesn't taste very good."

Oh crap…Not good.

"Come on, baby," I sat him on my hip, "We should be going."

"But Mama…" Yuri whined, "I want to stay!"

"How much of the bad apple juice did you have?" I worried.

"Just one drink," he promised, "After that, I didn't like it anymore."

"Alright." Dammit…I went back to Victor and Chris, "We need to go."

"What's going on?" Victor got nervous.

"Yuri had some bad apple juice," I explained as Yuri hiccupped over my shoulder, "And now he can't walk straight. We need to go home."

"Alright," he nodded, taking Yuri from me, "A lightweight, just like his mama."

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes.

"Hold on," Chris took me aside, "Is Yuri drunk?"

"They need to keep the sparkling cider away from the actual champagne," I grumbled, "But yeah. He's gone."

"Will he be ok?"

"Yeah," the night air hit us and the redness in Yuri's cheeks started to go down, "I'm sure that once we get some food in him and put him to bed, he'll be right as rain in the morning."

"Daddy," Yuri groaned, "Will you do me a favor?"

"What's that, Yuri?" Victor was trying his damnedest to not giggle at our current situation, but I couldn't blame him. Yes, this was serious, but Yuri's going to be fine.

"Will you be my coach next season?" he asked, his hiccups getting worse.

"I don't know, Yuri…"

"Be my coach, Daddy…" Yuri begged, "Be my coach!"

"We'll talk about it in the morning, Yuri." Yep. This kid was gone.

As soon as we got back to the hotel, Victor and Chris put our little champion to bed while I did the same with Yurio. I gave him a kiss goodnight and threw myself on my own bed. This has been a hell of a day and I deserved three days of uninterrupted sleep. I just hoped that Yuri would be ok in the morning. Before Victor and I sign our marriage away…

A/N: What's a post season banquet without Yuri being drunk? Although, this was accidental. All this poor baby wanted was some apple juice. BUT we're also going to talk about the first part of this chapter. I want to take Victor and Violet and hug them until their eyes pop out. However, next week's chapter is going to be the last one. I know I said that in July, but this is the real deal this time. So, until then, friends. See you next chapter! xx