A/N: Hi, guys. Do you know what today is? The sixth of September, Lumi. Shut up, Lumi. I know that. Well, you don't need to get so defensive. You know what? No. Stop it. Ok…? Ok… Alright then. Now, as I was saying…Today is a special day? Is it our birthday, Lumi? No! That's not until the end of November! Now, quit interrupting me! I need to stop 50% Off-ing…Anyway, today is the last day. The last update this is going to get. The thrilling conclusion. Stick around to the end because I have a few things to tell you about post this story and other places you can stalk me at and things of the like. But for now, I'm going to give you the reason you came here in the first place. And it's not to hear me ramble. Enjoy!

I had to get used to waking up alone. Victor was going to move in with Chris and he wouldn't be in bed with me anymore. At least I'd have Nadya, though. Was that what I was becoming? Was I going to be the crazy cat lady once the divorce was final? No. I'll be going around the world again next season. I won't be a crazy cat lady. I'm a gold medal figure skater with pretty eyes and flawless skin. I'm sure I'll be able to find someone to keep me warm for the night.

"Mama..." a meek little voice groaned at the end of my bed, "I don't feel good."

But a mother's work is never done, "Come here, Yuri."

"How did I get sick?" Yuri climbed up on my bed and curled into my side, "Where would I have caught something?"

"The apple juice you had last night," I put my arm around him, "That wasn't apple juice, honey. It was champagne. The event organizer had the sparkling cider and the champagne too close to each other and you got them mixed up. Don't worry, though. This is only temporary. It'll pass."

"I don't like it," he whined.

"Nobody does," I kissed my poor baby's forehead, "You'll be ok."

"Mama," Yuri looked up at me, "We don't have to go anywhere today, do we?"

"Not we," I assured, "But Daddy and I do."

"Where are you going?"

"To take care of some legal stuff," I hugged him, "Do you know if Daddy's up yet?"

"I think he's on the balcony with Uncle Chris," Yuri rubbed his eyes.

"Here," I got out of bed and pulled the blanket over him, "You can sleep in Mama's bed for a little while longer. I need to go talk with Daddy for a bit."

"Ok, Mama," he nestled down into the pillows and shut his eyes.

Before I went out to the balcony, I had one last thing I needed to check on. I walked out to the main room of our suite and found a to-go cup on the counter. Still hot, too. To whoever made the coffee run this morning, bless you. Regardless of my caffeine dependency, I looked in on Yurio. Sure enough, sleeping like a baby. I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and his little nose scrunched up. Damn, I love this kid.

I slid the glass door back and headed onto the balcony. Despite it being early December, it was kind of nice out here, "Sup, bitches?"

"Hey," Victor greeted me, "Good morning, Vi. Sleep ok?"

"Yeah," I grabbed a chair, "For the most part. Have you checked on Yuri yet?"

"Not yet," he shook his head, "Have you?"

"A little hung over, is he?" Chris figured, "And all it took was a little champagne? What a lightweight."

"He's nine, Chris," I squeaked, "He's not supposed to have a tolerance yet."

"How is he?" Victor worried like the responsible adult.

"Yuri's sleeping in my bed right now," I filled him in, "He'll be fine."

"Good," he sighed out.

"Hey, Chris," I asked, "Could you keep an eye on the boys for an hour or two?"

"Of course," Chris agreed, "is today the big day?"

"Yep," I sat in Victor's lap, "Today's the day."

"And I don't regret a single one," Victor kissed my cheek, "Shall we?"

"Yeah," I laid my head on his shoulder, "Let me go get dressed and contour the hell out of my face."

"Why all the contour?" he wondered.

"So people don't realize it's me," I pointed out, "Do you really want press to catch us coming out of the courthouse post our divorce? We're kind of high up on that pedestal, Victor. Our divorce would break some hearts."

"Good call," Victor pushed me up, "Maybe they'll leave us alone for the day."

"God, sweetie," I rolled my eyes, "It's a good thing you're pretty some days. You know how press has always been with me. They're vultures and you know it. This would be the kind of thing they'd swarm over."

"I guess you're right."

"Be careful, Violet," Chris warned me, "We wouldn't want the incident in Rome again, would we?"

"That was one time," I groaned, "And that guy had it coming. And that was eight years ago!"

"You have a nice right cross, dorogoy," Victor teased, "Such a shame that photographer had to find out the hard way."

"Thank you!" I beamed, "Now, gentlemen. If you'll excuse me."

I went back inside and dug through my suitcase for something I could wear in a courthouse. It was mostly skater dresses that made me look like a giant toddler and costumes that weren't meant to see anywhere but the ice. I guess the white one would be relatively appropriate. With the light purple cardigan. It kind of looked like one of Victor's old costumes...It's really going to be the end of an era, isn't it?

"Morning, Mama," Yurio came into the bathroom and attached himself to my leg.

"Morning, sweetheart," I wasn't going to turn him away. Never have, never will, "What's up?"

"Is Yuri still alive?"

"Yes," I giggled, "He's not feeling too hot, but he's still alive."

"Ok..."

"And there are juice boxes in the fridge," I smiled, digging through my makeup bag for some sort of concealer. I looked like I got in a bar fight.

"Bless you," Yurio shuffled out of the bathroom and made a beeline for the fridge.

I love that child's one-track mind. I just hope he can keep that kind of laser focus while Victor and I are gone. He's going to have to get used to Chris sooner or later. Hopefully, Chris can mellow out for Yurio's sake. Or Yurio's going to be hanging around my place a lot. Probably the latter over the former. Not that I'd complain.

While Yuri was still sleeping and Yurio had gotten heavily engrossed in his game, Victor and I slipped out of our hotel room and headed for the courthouse. The cab ride there was completely silent. Only his hand in mine. This was only a legal thing. This didn't change anything except my last name from Nikiforov to Plisetsky again. We would still see each other. We still loved each other. It'll be the way it's always been.

Victor always loved me. Since the day we met, he loved me and that wasn't going to change. But I knew he loved Chris, too. It was never the same love, but I was always cool with that. And now, I could let him go. I knew it'd hurt like hell, but only for a little while. Victor would tell me that I was almost flawless. Almost flawless. For a long time, I thought that meant there was always room for improvement with me. Until I realized what it really meant. I wasn't Chris.

"Violet?" Victor snapped me out of my headspace, "Are you alright?"

"Relatively," I blinked a few times, "Why?"

"I thought I lost you for a sec," he helped me out of the cab, "Can we talk details?"

"Sure," I nodded as the two of us walked up the stairs to the courthouse.

"I get the boys?" Victor walked on eggshells with me. I could see it all over his face.

"Yes."

"And the penthouse in St. Petersburg?"

"Yes."

"And this is a mutual agreement?" he asked, "No fault?"

"Yes."

Victor laced his fingers between mine, "Are you ready?"

I wanted to scream no. I really did. But I knew this was more than me paying up on a stupid bet. This was giving Victor the one thing I knew he wanted more than anything in the whole world. And I was slowly, but surely coming to terms with that, "Yeah. I'm ready."

And just like that...With a few scribbles on a piece of paper, Victor and I were no more. I was no longer his wife and he was no longer my husband. Did it punch a hole in my heart? Yes. Of course. This was the man I loved and the one that was my roommate for the past decade and my savior in so many ways. But if one loves something so much...The best thing they can do is let it go.

I needed tea. Or wine, but it was also eleven o'clock in the morning. I had morals.

As soon as Victor and I finished up at the courthouse, the two of us walked to a cafe down the block and I got the biggest, baddest cup of lavender chamomile tea they had to offer. Something to soothe my nerves and put me in a better place. Think of the positives, Violet. You're moving back to New York. You'll get your skating career back on track. You'll still be able to see the boys. You'll still be Yurio's coach. Everything's going to be fine. I think. I hope.

"Violet," Victor kicked me under the table.

"What?"

"There you go again," he teased, "Another out of body experience?"

"I wouldn't say out of body," I brushed him off, "But a little out of body, I guess."

"Are you sure you're ok?" Victor worried.

"Positive."

"Good," he hid a smile while he dug in his pockets, "Because I have a present for you."

"I swear to God, Victor," I bit my lip. I've seen that look before. He's had the exact same one in Amsterdam once. And he ended up proposing to me in the Red Light District, "If that's an engagement ring, I'm going to hit you."

"So violent," Victor teased, "Maybe this is going to end up like Rome."

"What's my present?" I sped things along, keeping my temper in check.

"It's not an engagement ring," he promised, pulling a different kind of ring from his pocket.

"What's this?" I wondered.

"I know how much house hunting makes you cranky," Victor slid the key ring across the table, "So, I thought I'd take that work out of it for you."

My heart stopped, "Victor...You didn't..."

"I might have."

"You got me an apartment?" I gasped.

"I got you a condo," he corrected me, "It's in the same building as Chris and me. Exactly a floor above us. That way, the boys are right there. And you're right there if we need anything. Or if you need anything. And you're above us, so you don't have to hear our bed come through the floor."

I shut him up with the biggest hug I could've possibly given him, "Thank you..."

"My pleasure," Victor kissed the top of my head while I choked back tears, "What's this all about, Violet? You can't start crying on me. You know how bad I am with that sort of thing."

"I know," I wiped my eyes, "Sorry."

"You're human, sweetheart," he cradled me, "I understand."

"I love you," I laid my head on his shoulder.

"I love you, too," Victor ran his fingers up my arm.

"Yet we just got divorced," I joked darkly, making sure to keep my voice down.

"Doesn't mean we don't still care about each other," he reminded me, "You were an amazing wife, Violet. An even better mother. And you're the best friend I could ever ask for. We're just not married on paper anymore."

"And you're going to make me cry again," I laughed it off, "You asshole."

"I promise," Victor defended, "It's not intentional! Either I have a way with words or you're overly sensitive."

"Or both?"

"Probably both."

"You know," I let out a heavy sigh, "I'm glad we're ending it like this. No animosity. No blow up in the press."

"Me, too," Victor agreed, "And it's not like we're leaving each other. It's just that our arrangement is going to be a little different."

"In that case," I did a quick change of the subject, "You and Chris...Big wedding?"

That brought a big smile to Victor's face, "You know it, baby. As big as we can go."

"Maybe another courthouse trip?" I jabbed.

"Maybe," he retaliated, "And maybe it can be the same one I got divorced at!"

"I don't know," I giggled, "That smells a little full circle-y for my taste."

"No," Victor rolled his eyes, "Honestly, a private ceremony in London in the winter sounds nice, don't you think?"

"That does," I nodded, "Peaceful. Simple. Beautiful. I love it."

"I don't know," he thought it over, "I'm sure Chris and I will talk about it some time soon."

"I'm still invited to that, right?" I took a sip of my tea.

"Of course," Victor scoffed, "I'm insulted you had to ask."

I knew of very few things in this life, but I knew a few for absolute certain.

1. I loved Victor and that would never change.

2. Victor loved me and that would never change.

3. Victor loved Chris differently than me and that's ok.

And probably the most important one:

4. I may not have had the most orthodox family, but I knew I wouldn't trade it for the world.

A/N: And there we have it. Adopted has now come to an end. I will leave it up to an open forum discussion. Yes. You, third row.

Is there going to be a sequel?

Yes! Yes, friends. There is going to be a sequel. It's going to be out probably in January next year.

Anyone? Anyone else? The lovely individual in the front corner.

What's going to happen in the meantime?

Well! I'm glad you asked, metaphorical person! Because I'm going to be posting a one shot next week (It's going to be kind of like this one with a Victor x Reader friendship kind of thing, but there will be some Victuri in there. I pinky promise.). And after that, I'm going to be posting a miniseries of something a little different that'll definitely be that good old-fashioned Victuri we all know and love. Is that alright with you? I hope it is.

You know, I thought I was going to get some backlash for this story when I started posting it. I really did. So thank you for not being dicks. I appreciate it. See you later. xx