A/N: Don't I know you cuties from somewhere? Oh, yeah! I do know you! I don't know if you've read Adopted before or not, but before you continue on with this, I suggest you go back and read Adopted if you haven't or none of this is going to make any sense. But to the seasoned vets who have been here before…

Hi! I missed you! I haven't seen you guys since September! Unless you've been keeping up with Dr. Nikiforov and Not a Perfect Fairytale. In which case, I haven't seen you since last week. But I think I did say there was going to be a sequel. Out in January of next year. Here it is, January of next year. And tomorrow, from the day I'm posting this will mark one year of this series, so yay! *insert Felicia Day yay GIF here* Now, I'm going to let you sit and read for a while, ok? I'll be at the bottom taking any questions you may have. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee…

"So, Victor and Uncle Chris are married now?" Yurio asked, pulling at the skirt of my dress. I'm so glad they didn't go with the big ceremony. After Victor and Chris talked it over, they decided the five of us should just go down to the courthouse and make it official. And at the same one that Victor and I got divorced at. And he was worried about it being too full circle.

"That's right, baby," I nodded, "The way things should be."

"I don't get it," Yuri thought, "Weren't you and Daddy married, Mama?"

"Yes," I clarified, "Daddy and I got married. Then, we got you and Yurio. And now, we're divorced. Simple as that."

"But you still love him?"

"Of course."

"Then, why did you and Victor get divorced?" Yurio meant well, but he still had much to learn.

"It's complicated, sweetheart," I let out a heavy sigh, "All you need to worry about is that I love you and your brother more than anything. Married to Victor or not."

"Alright," Victor and Chris came out of the courthouse, "It's official. Chris and I are now married."

"Congratulations, you two," I hugged them both, "It's been a long time coming."

"Thank you, Violet," Chris kissed my cheek, "Yet again, you go above and beyond for us and we'll never be able to repay you."

"Oh, shut up," I hushed, "I wasn't exactly happy to do it, but it was the right thing."

"First, these little monsters," Victor poked at the boys, "And then, my one big monster..."

"You think me a monster, Victor?" Chris gasped, a little glint sparkling in his eye, "Would you care to see what kind of monster I could be?"

"You're about as threatening as Cookie Monster, Uncle Chris," Yurio grumbled, "Can we go now?"

"Sure, baby," I lifted Yurio onto my shoulders and the five of us started heading home. It only took a few months after competition before Chris and Victor finally get married. When I first met them, I already thought they were a couple. Then, Victor told me he had feelings for me and that was all she wrote. We all know how that story goes. We adopt the boys. Chris comes over for casual sex. Simple as that.

After they got married, though, I didn't expect the love and hospitality they gave me. I knew to expect some. Victor and Chris weren't going to abandon me like that. Yuri and Yurio wouldn't allow it. Those two are Mama's boys. There's no doubt. I have a feeling they'd both take a bullet for me. Especially Yurio. If Victor would've left me out to dry, Yurio would actually kill him.

The five of us went back to our own condos. Always the hardest part of the day. I had to tuck my boys in first. After they got a good night from Chris and Victor, I'd get the honor and privilege of putting them to bed. Yuri didn't take much. A blanket, a pillow, a kiss on the cheek, and he was out cold. Yurio, however, was a bit more complicated.

"Do you have to leave, Mama?" he whined, "You could talk Victor into letting you stay."

"Yuri," I scolded him lightly, "You know where I live. I'm just upstairs. Besides, we're starting practice for this season in the morning. You'll see me then."

"Do I still have to do dance lessons?" Yurio asked.

"You should," I thought it over, "Just to keep your skill sharp."

"But I won't have Auntie Nat to teach me anymore," he pointed out, "Who's going to be my dance teacher?"

"We're in New York, dovahkiin," I reminded him, "I'm sure we could throw a rock and we'll hit one."

"What if I don't like them?"

"Then, we'll keep looking until we find one you do like," I promised, pulling his blanket over him, "In fact, if it's alright with you, I think I know of one. She's been retired for a while, but I know she hasn't lost a step."

"Who?" Yurio wondered.

"Her name is Sharmay," I tucked his tiger under his arm, "She's a very nice lady, but you treat her with respect. Promise me you will, Yuri. Right now."

"Alright!" he swore, "I promise! And I'll meet her tomorrow?"

"You'll see her tomorrow when we set up your lessons," I clarified, kissing my baby's forehead, "Now, get some sleep, ok? You're going to need it."

"Mama," Yurio grabbed at my cardigan sleeve, "You're not going to work me as hard as Yakov, are you?"

"No," I assured, "But I'll be by after my practice tomorrow morning, ok?"

"Ok," he curled into my side, "I love you, Mama."

"I love you, too, Yuri," I held my baby tight, "Go to sleep."

"Yes, ma'am," he shut his eyes, changing his position around a few times. Then, in a matter of minutes, sleep would no longer elude him.

I walked back out to Chris and Victor's living room where my boys were cuddled up on the couch with Makkachin laying across them. They were watching the Real Housewives trying to kill one another with her bare hands. Quality programming. Meanwhile, I was missing a UFC fight I had recording upstairs. I doubled over onto the couch, giving Victor and Chris a kiss on the cheek each.

"Good night, gentlemen," I swung back on my feet, "I'll see you in the morning."

"Good night, Violet," Victor returned the favor more properly, "Love you."

"Love you, too," I started heading out, "And Chris, just so you don't feel left out, I love you more than Victor."

"I know you're lying," Chris admitted, "But I do feel accomplished."

"Night, boys," I waved behind me and headed upstairs. Not to my empty apartment, though. I still had Nadya. She was a good kitty. And cuddly, too. If I wasn't paying attention to her regularly, she'd get pissed. But I still loved her. My little angel...

Although I just wanted to lay on the couch and watch the fight with Nadya, I needed to go to bed. I set an alarm for four o'clock, so I could get to practice by five, get a two-hour session in, and do it all again with Yurio. It's going to be a long preseason, but hopefully, it'll be worth it. In a perfect world, both Yurio and I will go home with some gold hardware for the trophy case this year.

"Violet," a soft voice spoke in my ear, "Wake up, bambina. We have a rink to get to. You've been out of practice for a while and we need to get going."

"Mmmm..." I rolled over in bed, "I regret giving you a key to my condo, Coach."

"I got espresso and my undying love," he promised.

"Do you have an extra hour of sleep?" I asked, feeling Nadya jump onto my lower back.

"That's what the espresso's for," Celestino nudged me, "Come on, Violet. I know you're tired, but I promise I won't work you too hard."

"Good," I started waking up, "I still have to do the coach thing with Yurio today."

"I understand," he helped me out of bed, "That's why I won't kill you today. Tomorrow may be a while different story."

"Thanks, Celestino," I shuffled lazily to the bathroom, "You're such a peach."

"You're welcome!"

I love my coach, but some days, I wanted to beat him with a rolling pin. Today would likely be a rolling pin day. Maybe because of sleep deprivation or general exhaustion or just me being in a bitchy mood. Regardless, I got in the shower and let the hot water burn me awake. I couldn't wait, though. Nothing made me feel more alive than being on the ice.

When I was still skating, I had a constant stream of attention on me in some way. Whether it was press begging to talk to me or fans telling me that my skating was their inspiration to start or Celestino and Victor doting on me, someone was always paying attention to me.

Did that make me sound a little conceited? Kind of. I deserved it, though. I was a good wife, a great mother, and now, I could go back to being a hell of a figure skater again. Instead of being the bitch that took Victor away from the world, I could go back to being the one who stole the hearts of millions along with some of Victor's spotlight. Even when we skated together, all he had to do was sneeze and there'd be full press coverage. Not anymore.

Idiot Violet should've thought ahead last night. Simple things like having her warmups out already or maybe having her skates by the door or her gym bag packed. Instead, she comes home and immediately crashes, fully aware that all of these things are on opposite ends of her condo. Some even still in boxes from the move. Boxes on top of boxes. Way to go, past Violet.

I threw on a t-shirt (that I'm pretty sure I might have stolen from Victor...Oops...) and a pair of leggings, hoping to God Celestino hasn't dropped me yet. With a cup of coffee in my left hand, a granola bar in my right hand, and my keys in my mouth, I got into the cab outside our building. I practiced my apology in my head. Please don't kill me, Celestino. I'm still getting used to things again. Yes, I still want to skate. Yes, I can handle this. No, you wouldn't be better off with that monkey.

"Good morning, Violet," Celestino leaned over the railing, scrolling through his phone, "How are we doing on this beautiful day?"

"Tired," I took my shoes off and put on my light purple skates. Victor got these for me, "But I'll be ok. That's why God created espresso, right?"

"You can thank my people for that," Celestino took the credit, "Slam it, Vi. We have a lot of work to do."

"You're not dropping me?" I hoped.

"Of course not," he promised, "Violet, you haven't competed in years. So, you were a couple minutes late to practice. It's not the end of the world."

"I love you, Coach," I took off the blade guards, "Let me shake off the cobwebs first, ok? I haven't skated since the end of last season. This won't be pretty."

"I'm sure you'll do fine," Celestino brushed me off, "It's only been a few months. Any song in particular you'd like to start with?"

"I'm not sure," I skated to the middle of the rink, going through my playlist in my head.

"Let's think of it this way," Celestino suggested, "What do you want your program theme to be this season?"

I already knew that one. Chris and I had that talk when the boys were still in competition. With the big changes going on in my life-moving back to the US, divorcing Victor, my comeback-a rebirth wouldn't be too farfetched. The way I planned on rebranding myself, though...That would be the unexpected part. After being the image of purity for so long...After losing who Violet used to be before the husband and the kids...It's time to revisit that Violet.

"Celestino," I took center stage, "Play Lady Marmalade. My theme this year is going to be lust."

A/N: …eeeeeeeeeeeeeee. Alright! I am here for an open forum discussion. I can't really think of any stock book club questions for this as of right now. So, if you have any questions, you're more than welcome to ask. You know where the review section is. Don't be shy. So until later, my friends. See you next chapter. xx