Even though we took a more direct route, the drive to Mykolaiv still took almost 8 hours. We made a stop for lunch that also included a bathroom break and gas before we hit the road again. The drive was kind of quiet, Cosima had the radio on the whole time to try and make this trip a bit better then our last one which was done mostly in silence. But finally, we got Cosima's farm. This time, we took the street directly from the highway and then turned right up the long driveway.

The house was just the same as I remembered. It didn't help that we pulled up at night again though. Cosima stopped the car and we got out. As we were pulling our bags from the trunk the front door opened and I turned and watch as Petro walked out onto the porch. It took a few moments for his stony face to break a bit and a smile stretched onto his lips. As we walked up the steps of the porch, Morgan gave Petro a hug and I followed in her path. Petro's hug was warm and it felt a lot better then the last one I gave them when we left the farm all those years ago. As Kuzma came up behind me, he stopped and looked at Petro.

"I don't know if you remember the week you spent here, you were a lot smaller then." Petro said and smiled at Kuzma.

Kuzma didn't say anything but just closed the gap between them and hugged Petro. It didn't last too long but when he pulled away, Kuzma smiled.

"Of course I remember you Petro. You were the first person to play soccer with me after the sky started to fall." Kuzma said quietly before making his way into the house.

None of us said anything as we made our way inside. The house was quiet, but everything was like I remembered. It did look like the place was renovated a bit in the years that have past. Cosima led us all upstairs and showed us to the rooms we are going to be staying in. Kuzma went and put his things down in his room while we did the same before meeting everyone downstairs. Cosima's mother, Anya, was waiting for us in the kitchen and started to bring us a plate of food for dinner. It was then that we learned that Cosima's brothers couldn't make the trip because of work commitments.

Dinner went over well and when Morgan and I tried to help cleaning up, Cosima tugged us out of the kitchen. We decided then that it would be good if we retired for the night so we all said goodnight before heading upstairs for bed. Kuzma went right into his room and closed the door behind himself for the night. Morgan and I got dressed for bed and freshened up in the bathroom. As Morgan started to get into bed I turned my attention to the window and looked outside. From here, you couldn't see the town, I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one.

"It's a different room, I think Cosima did that on purpose." Morgan said from the bed. I didn't say anything, just closed the curtain and went to the other side of the bed and got in. The gun the guys gave me was tucked under the mattress for easy access if needed, giving me a little peace of mind. I laid on my back for a few moments before Morgan wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around my wife and held her tight. It didn't take long for her breathing to even out and I knew she was asleep. It took me a little longer but finally my mind relaxed enough for me to sleep.

The next morning I jolted awake in a cold sweat. The night the bombs fell replayed in my brain and shocked me into consciousness. The move knocked Morgan off of me as I sat upright and took a few deep breaths to try and calm down. It took a few minutes to get it together but when I did, I looked around the room and saw Morgan laying next to me alert and awake, just watching me with her hand stretched out towards me. I slipped my hand into hers and focused on her thumb rubbing over my knuckles. This was one of our grounding techniques. We knew enough by know not to touch each other when we get like this. So we would leave our hand out for the other to take when we were ready.

Slowly I laid back down and wiped my face and cringed, I need a shower. I could feel the sweat clinging to my back now.

"You okay?" Morgan asked quietly.

"The bombs fell all over again, I'm going to need a shower before we do anything." I said.

"You should go now then, it sounds like the house is awaking up." Morgan said. I just nodded and pressed a kiss to her hand before getting up out of bed and finding some clothes for the day.

The bathroom was empty when I got there so I jumped into a shower and tried to be quick about it. Once I was done, I jumped into a pair of sweats and returned to our room. Morgan was looking out the window when I got back into our room. Her back was tense as I put my dirty clothes into a pile on the floor. I made sure to make some nose as I came up behind her and put my hand on her back but Morgan still flinched. She turned around and it took a few seconds for her eyes to clear.

"Breakfast?" I asked. It took another few seconds for Morgan to take my hand and together we went downstairs to kitchen. Anya was once again working on the stove while Petro and Kuzma were talking in Ukrainian about a soccer match.

Just as I was about to ask where Cosima was, the back door was thrown open and she came inside, looking like she just came from a run. When she saw us standing there she flashed us a smile before opening a cabinet and pulled out three mugs.

"Just sugar?" Cosima asked us as she pulled a coffee pot off the warmer.

"Please, Morgan likes some milk in hers if you have." I said and pulled my wife fully into the kitchen and took a seat at the table.

Anya put some eggs, sausage and toast on the table for us to eat while Cosima came over with the coffee. We all ended up chiming into the soccer conversation with Kuzma and Petro and we ate breakfast, wanting to keep things light hearted. As we finished breakfast, Morgan and I almost forced Anya to sit down while we cleaned up. Kuzma went outside with Petro to kick a soccer ball around.

After we finished cleaning, Morgan and I went up to our room and got dressed. I took the gun from under the mattress and stuck it in my waistband as the last piece of clothing. I took my coat from the hook while Morgan followed. When we were ready we went back downstairs and found Kuzma waiting for us at the table all dressed for the day. As we came into the kitchen, he jumped out his chair and looked at both of us.

"I want to come with you." He said looking back and forth at us. I swallowed hard and nodded.

"Do you want me to come with you guys?" Cosima asked as she closed the newspaper.

"Up to you Cos." I said and watched as Kuzma grabbed his jacket.

"I'll stay here then. When are you leaving, I'll give you a ride." Cosima said and looked at us.

"We're going to walk." Morgan answered.

"Okay, call me if you need anything." Cosima said looking at both of us as we started to move towards the back door.

I nodded and watched as Kuzma pulled the door open and left the house first. We followed after him and closed the door behind us. Looking around at the backyard still looked the same. The barn was off to the left and a few pick up trucks were around the property. The grass is shorter now though, looks like it gets mowed regularly. Kuzma kept close to us as we started to walk the same path we took in trucks all those years ago. The walk was quiet as crested the ridge but took a lot longer then it did that night. If we went on foot, a lot more people could have died.

Finally we got to the top and Morgan and I stopped as we looked at the town before us. Nothing looked the same as it did when we got here. All of the apartment buildings were torn down and it looks like single family houses took there place. We all just quietly took everything in for a few minutes before I started to make my way down the hill. When I got to the bottom I turned to find Morgan and Kuzma behind me.

"Do you remember it?" I asked looking at our son trying to swallow my own emotions.

"The building is gone, but it was right there." Kuzma said and pointed towards the area were his home used to be.

"That was the first building we searched that night. Found you in the third apartment we went into." I said remembering that night just like it was yesterday.

"I didn't know what to do when everything started to shake. The explosion threw me off my bed, that's how I broke my arm." Kuzma said with tears in his eyes. "When I got up, I tried to get out of the door but it wouldn't move, so I just went back to my bed, hoping Mama and Tato would come and get me, but then you and Morgan pushed the door open and shined the flashlight in my eyes."

Morgan and I looked over at each other as we listened to what happened that night from Kuzma's memory. He's never talked about it before to us. Up until now, I thought he didn't really remember what happened that night. Looks like I was wrong.

"You guys were rushing around the room and then I remember you saying your name Dani and that was the only thing that I could latch onto in the moment. Then I was in your arms and we were moving out the door. I just closed my eyes and held onto you as you were yelling. I didn't want to let go of you. When Emmett put my arm back in place, all I wanted to do was stay in your lap because I knew that even though Mama and Tato wouldn't be coming for me, that I was safe with you." Kuzma said and wiped away a few tears.

"I didn't want to leave you either buddy, but we had to finish our job. Once Emmett put you back together I needed to finish up. When I got back to the hill after we finished up, I was surprised to see you come up to me with no issue. With you in my arms as the sun came up, I knew I couldn't leave you behind in the town, that's why we brought you back up to the house with us before we moved out again." I said giving him some more answers about that night.

"After you left, I stayed with Petro for a few more days before another team of soldiers came. They told me that you sent them and they took me back to the base in Poland. When the doctors looked me over, they said I needed surgery on my arm. Annabelle was there with me after the surgery. She helped me a lot until she put me on the plane and told me that I was going to stay with your moms until you came back." Kuzma said and leaned on me.

"I remember calling you on the phone and we talked when I was in the hospital in Poland. You seemed to be doing okay with Shannon and Peyton." Morgan said and looped her arm through Kuzma's.

"Yea, they made me feel at home. Dominic too, he helped a lot, we played soccer a bit and watched movies together." Kuzma said looking still looking over at where his old apartment building used to be.

"There is somewhere else I would like to bring you if that's okay." I said and nudged his shoulder.

Kuzma nodded and I pulled out my phone to check the directions before we started walking. Morgan and Kuzma chatted a bit behind me as we walked through the town. I knew from looking it up before we came here that once we turned the corner, Kuzma would be able to see it and I had a feeling this would shatter him a bit. So I waited at the corner and looped my arm through Kuzma's before we turned the corner.

Kuzma stopped talking and looked at the cemetery in front of us. We gave him a minute to collect his thoughts before Morgan and I gave him a tug to move forward. Slowly we walked through the front gates and I took the lead. When I did my research before coming here, I made sure to find out where Kuzma's parents headstone was located. It didn't take lone to find out that all of those that passed away the night of the shelling where all in the same area.

It took about ten minutes of walking to find the right area before I pulled the piece of paper from my pocket to find there reference numbers to see if we were in the right row. It took me a minute but once I found the correct row it only took a few seconds to spot the familiar last name. Demetri and Anna Petrenko. Proud Parents. My eyes connected with Morgan and she led Kuzma over. His eyes were red as he stood in front of the graves for a moment before he sunk to his knees. Morgan came over to me and leaned on my shoulder as our son cried for his parents. It made my heart hurt to hear him and know there wasn't anything I could do to take away his pain.

I could tell Morgan was struggling to hold it together but we didn't know if Kuzma would let us share his pain. We gave him another minute before I gave Morgan a little push forward. She put her hand on his back and Kuzma leaned into it so Morgan took that as a good sign and wrapped her arms around him. Kuzma grabbed onto her arms and clung to her and she started to rock them both to calm down. It took another few minute before he quieted down and I joined the pair on the grass, pulling both of them into my chest.

"How did you know where they were?" Kuzma asked with a shaky breath.

"Annabelle and Google." I said and Morgan couldn't help but snort at my comment.

Together we just sat quietly, letting Kuzma have all the time he needed with his parents. After about twenty minutes I had to stand up because my but and back where started to go numb so I left Kuzma in Morgans arms. I stuck my hands into my coat pocket and pulled out another piece of paper. It took a few minutes of looking around to find the right row before I was able to find her. Marta Smirnoff. Beloved Wife and Mother.

I dropped to a knee as I felt the tears starting to form in my eyes. Her stone was not lonely, there are plenty of pebbles on top of her gravestone and fresh flowers laid in front of the stone. My first tear fell as I pulled the paper from my pocket and unfolded it. Marta's eyes were staring back at me again. I tucked the paper behind the flowers to rest on the gravestone, hoping that whoever loved Marta would maybe get to see this drawing before it flew away.

"I finally got a new job, not as crazy, but I'm not worried about getting shot anymore." I said in Russian and tried to wipe another tear away from my face but failed. They were coming to hard to stop at this point so I just leaned into it.

"I fought, fought really hard for your country. I think I did enough to be okay in retiring. You're country is free. I finally fell like I don't have this weight sitting on my chest every time I think of this place. I hope with some more time, I'll be able to come and visit here more often." I said and finally got control of my tears. It took another few seconds for me to pull it together and stand and when I did, I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand up. Someone is watching me.

I looked over to see where Kuzma and Morgan were and clocked them still sitting in front of his parents grave sight a few rows over. With caution, I took in the area in front of me and didn't see anyone. My right hand was itching for the handgun in my waistband but I knew I couldn't pull it right now. We were too exposed. Morgan and Kuzma were too far away and there was no real cover between them and I. So I forced myself to listen. I could hear two sets of footsteps, the grass is cushioning them a bit but I could that one was that of a child. The other could either be a slight man or a women, I just couldn't tell from here.

My hand rested on the outside of my thigh, close enough to reach my gun if needed, and I turned around. A women with a young girl were looking at me as they got closer to Marta's grave. I stood my ground for a minute and watched as they came right over to me. The little girl could be no older then ten and it made me miss when Kuzma was that small. My hand started to relax a bit as I took them both in. Even though I only saw her once, I could tell that the little girl was Marta's daughter.

"Who are you?" The women asked in Ukrainian. It took a second for my brain to switch gears from Russian to Ukrainian again.

"Nobody, just paying my respects to her." I answered in kind.

"How did you know my wife?" The women asked as the little girl let go of her hand and walked over to the gravestone and put another pebble on top of it.

How do I answer this question? I guess honestly. If she hasn't seen the drawing she probably will once I leave.

"I was a solider. The night the bombs fell, my team found your wife. Her injuries were not survival able. Myself and a teammate stayed with her, she didn't died alone." I said with a lump in my throat. My eyes were filling with tears again and I tried to push them away. This women deserved some answers on her wife's final moments, I doubt she has heard of anything in detail about that night.

It took a minutes for the information to register but once it did, the women was in tears. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth to try and smother a sob, but it escaped. I held my hand out to her and she took it tightly into her own. That's when she turned and faced the grave and saw my drawing. Her knees wobbled and I put my arms around her to steady her as she looked at the drawing. Now that she was finished putting her rocks on top of the stone, the little girl saw the drawing. She squealed and took the drawing in her hand.

"Mama!" She said with excitement and turned to face us. The women smiled sadly at the little girl and pulled her into her arms so they could look at the drawing together.

"Yelena, how about you tell Mama about your day while I talk to my friend for a minute." The women said quietly in Ukrainian. Yelena just nodded and handed her the picture before sitting in front of the gravestone.

"I don't have many pictures of her anymore. Most were destroyed in the shelling and fires. I only have a handful of her and Yelena together. But you only saw her for a little while and you captured her perfectly." The women said as she stood up from the ground her eyes locked on the drawing.

"I'm glad I brought it with me then." I said.

"What is your name?" The women asked and looked at me.

"Daniella, and yours?" I asked in return.

"Svitlana, but I usually just go by Lana." Svitlana answered.

"Daniella!" I heard Morgans voice and I snapped my head in her direction. She was looking at me while holding onto Kuzma's hand. They both looked curious as to why I was over here and not with them still.

"Your family?" Svitlana asked. I turned back to her and gave her a small smile and nod.

I held out my hand towards her in an offer to shake it but Svitlana pushed it away and pulled me in for a hug. A sigh escaped my lips and her hold tighten around me.

"Thank you for bringing her back to me." Svitlana said in my ear and I could feel my tears starting to form again.

"You're welcome, I just wish I could have really brought her back to you." I said as I tried to hold onto my tears. Svitlana pulled away from me and put her hands on my cheeks to look me in the eyes. She held eye contact with me for a few long moments, no doubt she can see the pain in my eyes, before she wiped my tears.

"Don't you see? You already have and because of you, she wasn't alone. So thank you Daniella, truly." Svetlana said, her eyes pleading with her voice for me to believe her. I hope one day I will, but for now I will take her word for it. I just nodded and she wiped away a few more tears before she brought her arms down to her side.

"Daniella!" Morgan said from right behind me and pulled me back from Svitlana and put herself in between us.

"I'm fine my love, it's okay." I said wrapping my arm around her waist to hold onto her from moving forward. I could feel the tension in her back and shoulders, ready to jump into action but there was no need for that right now.

"Your teammate?" Svitlana asked me, ignoring Morgan.

"Yes, Morgan this is Svitlana." I said to Morgan and rested my head on her shoulder.

Svitlana came over to us and held out her hand, Morgan took it and Svitlana put her other hand over them. That's when Morgan noticed the drawing in her hand. Her eyes shot back up to look at Svitlana.

"Thank you for staying with her." Svitlana said with tears in her eyes. Morgan swallowed hard and nodded. It only took a few seconds but once Morgan clocked the name on the grave, she knew who was standing in front of us.

"She kept asking for us to leave, but my wife is stubborn and we stayed for her." Morgan said with a shaky breath.

"Thank you for that, it brings me comfort to know she wasn't alone in her final moments. I don't want to take up more of your day, but if you are going to be in town for little while longer, would you be open to meeting up for coffee?" Svitlana asked and finally dropped Morgan's hand. Morgan turned her head to find my eyes, my answer written clearly in them.

We exchanged numbers with Svitlana and said bye for now before we left them with Marta. Kuzma was still sitting in front of his parents gravestone when we walked back over to him. His eyes were clearer now then before as he stood up when he saw us coming over to him. When we reached him he wrapped us both up in a hug. After he let go he took my left hand and Morgan's right and pulled us right in front of the grave.

"Mama, Tato, I want you to formerly meet Dani and Morgan, my adoptive mothers. They took me right into there home when ours shattered like the rockets that night and made me one of there own, a Donovan. I'm now Kuzma Petrenko-Donovan." Kuzma said, his eyes red but was able to hold in his tears. I could feel Morgan's eyes burn into the side of my face when Kuzma called us his mothers but I knew if I looked at her right now, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from crying. So my focus stayed on the grave in front of us. It took about a minute for Kuzma to take a deep breath and turn to face Morgan.

"Mom, can we find a place for lunch, I'm kind of hungry." Kuzma asked looking at Morgan I couldn't help the smile on my face as Morgan started crying but nodded through the tears. Kuzma smiled at her before he turned to face me.

"Mama, thank you for showing me there grave, but I think it's time for us to go now." Kuzma said and bit his lip.

"Whatever you want my son." I said through my own tears.

Kuzma gave me a smile before he let go of both of our hands and knelt down in front of the stone. He leaned his forehead against the stone and whispered to it for a few moments then stood up and started to walk away. Morgan and I just looked at each other, unmoving, with tears pouring out of our eyes over the fact that Kuzma just called us his moms.

"Let's go moms, I'm hungry!" Kuzma yelled from a little ways up the path and that had both Morgan and I breaking out of our stares to follow after our boy.

a/n: shorter then the others, but I was so excited to write this chapter. well excited and overwhelmed and crying while writing this. song on the side is called Seven by Taylor Swift. Thought it would fit this chapter better then the next one so I switched the songs around.

also wanted to wish those who have one to celebrate a happy fathers day. and to those families who have two moms a happy sunday. to those who have lost their father figure, i hope you find some peace today knowing that they are in a better place now. until next week.