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Two days to the Nikiforov-Katsuki wedding and Yuri was tired. He was less tired than the people he was picking up at the airport, though. As he saw Yuuko and Takeshi Nishigori make their way toward baggage claim, he saw how exhausted the two were. They had had a delay -- not just any delay, but an impressive delay, even for Aeroflot. The triplets were now eleven. They didn't run up to Yuri. In fact, it didn't look like they wanted to even walk as far as their baggage.
"Welcome to Russia, the grooms are being exactly as extra as you would expect, so I am going to be at your beck and call." Yuri smiled as he moved to hug Yuuko and then her husband. Each girl got a hug no matter how tired they were. Next, he picked up Axel, balancing her on her hip before moving to start grabbing suitcases.
"Uncle Yura, I'm too big to carry."
"Never too big." He set her down, though, so she could also grab her suitcase. "I used the valet parking, so it would be easier on you."
The smooth flow of getting things so they could leave the airport was stopped when Yuuko kept looking at the luggage belt. "It's not here."
"What's not here?" Takeshi was trying to take an inventory of the luggage.
"The suitcase with the girl's dresses in it. It's missing. I had them all in the blue suitcase." There was a hint of panic in her voice now.
"Yuuko, give me the receipt, and I'll talk to them." Yuri was calm. This was far from the first time in his life that Aeroflot had lost his luggage.
An hour later, everyone was more exhausted, but they had their answer. The bag was showing it had been scanned in -- in Italy.
With what luggage they could find in hand, they went to the valet kiosk, and in only a few moments, a car that didn't look at all like it would belong to Yuri was pulled up to where they were waiting.
Maybe it made sense. There were six of them, so a larger SUV style made sense. What did not make sense was that this car was evidently not borrowed. This was definitely Yuri's car unless Yuri carried around his own seat covers in black leopard print. With the luggage in the back and everyone in the vehicle, Loop fell asleep before everyone was even buckled in. Lutz started to complain about being hungry. Axel just looked angry. Yuuko and Takeshi looked exhausted and ready to snap.
"I can drive through Mcdonald's on the way to the hotel so the girls can get something? There is one just a little ways away that we don't even have to get out of the car to get them something."
"Oh, You don't have to do that, Yurio!" Yuuko tried to decline the offer, but from the grumbling coming from her daughters, she ended up accepting, "But that would be really nice of you."
"Do you want something as well, or do you want to just order room service? I'll make sure you get up to your rooms."
"As nice as the offer of fast food is," Takeshi even sounded exhausted, "We haven't had anything to eat that didn't come from a food court in two days, so …."
"No problem. I'll get the girls something. We'll get you to the hotel, check-in, and then you can eat, sleep, and recover before tomorrow."
With everyone else too exhausted to argue, that was precisely what Yuri did. If he bought the meals with a fancy new credit card, no one noticed. With the girls eating (even Loop woke up when fries were in her hands), the car ride became much quieter, and then Takeshi was the next one to fall asleep in the car.
Maybe it wasn't much of a surprise. But, knowing that Yuuko and her husband were exhausted, Yuri made the offer to pick up the girls the next day and take them to the mall to get replacement dresses if it looked like the bag wouldn't be here for the wedding, and Yuri was positive the bag would not be here for the wedding.
Yuri ended up actually just carrying Loop up to the room. None of the girls weighed that much. This was nice, though. As he made sure the Nashigori family got checked into the fancy suite that Victor had reserved for them, he also passed along a little tip to ensure the room service would get there faster once it was ordered. The girls had two queen-sized beds to share between them, and the master bedroom of the suite had a king-sized bed, but the important thing was the room service menu and Yuri translating it.
He'd be back tomorrow. Tonight, they had his cell phone number and instructions to call at any hour if they needed anything. However, as Yuri left and the room service food was just getting there, the girls were already asleep, and he knew he wouldn't hear from anyone until morning.
It had been nice. Had he wanted to spend hours at the airport because it was such a short flight for the last leg, and it had been delayed three times for just that part? No. It had been nice, though.
Tomorrow night was the final practice. Tonight Victor and Yuuri were at dinner with only their parents. Even Victor's stepfather wasn't included in tonight. But, honestly, Yuri didn't blame anyone for that. There were things he had to do, and he didn't really belong at that dinner anyway.
When Yuri parked in the underbuilding garage, Mitya's car wasn't in its spot. It was only a short elevator ride before Yuri walked into the apartment. It wasn't his apartment. He was very aware that he just lived here. It was his Netflix account on the TV -- well, everything was his on the TV. The old TV hadn't been set up for streaming. The tiger-striped blanket on the couch was his. The sweet cat sleeping on that blanket was definitely his.
Yuri sat next to Potya, letting his fingers run through her soft fur. The bedroom was Dmitrii's. The office was very much Dmitrii's. The fancy coffee machine in the kitchen was as well -- but the carefully proportioned meals prepared by Yuri's nutritionist were his. Well, theirs now. He had convinced Mitya that eating healthier would be easier this way.
The wine glass he took hold of wasn't his, but the bottle of red that he had bought was his. The dirty laundry on the bathroom floor was his, and he knew he should throw that into the hamper -- but the hamper wasn't his.
Yuri hated these nights. As he sat on the couch wondering when Dmitrii would get home, he flicked on the TV to just have something to distract him. Having the girls around would be good. Tomorrow they would distract him. Tonight, he fell asleep in an apartment that wasn't his, on a couch that wasn't his, listening for a man who really wasn't his either.