The Bratty Heiress

“We should spend this whole day talking and closing all of our issues, then come back fresh with a clean slate for the kids, for us… for our ever after…”

We had just finished our shower and getting ourselves dressed when the kids were pounding on our door. They burst into our room when I open it, Ira had probably told them about their daddy.

“Oh gosh, my munchkins are getting heavy.” He picked up the twins making them let out their loud giggles, then screams louder when he kisses their tummies. He hadn’t finished getting dressed, he was still wearing his low rise jeans showing off his abs and v trail.

Surely there was something wrong with me right? I mean we had a very eventful night where we drained ourselves to sleep. But seeing my sexy nerd in nothing but his dark-colored jeans and supporting his bruised body, while carrying our kids and adoring them to bits made me bite my lip. Hard.

“Come on kids, let’s have some breakfast. Then we need to talk.” He looked at me knowingly. Then Katya reached up to me when she saw the sudden change in my facial expression as her dad said that we need to talk.

I picked her up knowing that she needs to have the talk now and told Luka to sit with Vadim in our bedroom seating area and told him about our plan.

“Mommy and Daddy are taking this day to talk, we will come back tomorrow and everything will be good. Katya?”

I asked as she was looking at me, I honestly don’t know if a two-year-old could understand what we’re going through. But then she smiles widely and hugged me tightly.

“Okay! Now we eat!” she wiggled herself from my arms, and takes my hand to follow her downstairs.

It was two hours later when we were finally on our way back to the city. He was driving while making small talk, about him crashing into Ivan’s wedding.

“So, you went to Ivan’s wedding? and make a scene?” I raised my brow looking at him but was smiling on the inside. These damn Russians, no weddings are safe from fights.

“Yup, I hit your brother when he was looking for a fight with me. He was hiding you and our kids, and he was holding onto your phone. So, obviously, I thought you were there. And when you were not, how would you think I’d react?” he asked taking my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“Yeah, he was saying to me that you shouldn’t leave me alone, that it could be a setup. He was pretty upset with you…”

We continue our talk while enjoying each other’s company. It was not long until we arrived back at our home. Ah… our home. He had bought it without my knowledge, he said that he had purchased the house when I was unconscious for days, from the accident that I had back in Russia.

He had bought it knowing that I was going to get better and that I was the one for him and he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me. I was head over heels with him, and we fucked our way all over the house. Late that night he whispered, that the house tour was a success.

I opened the door, looking at the empty nest that we both have built over the years.

“We’ve had some good times in this house…” I stood in our cozy and homey living room.

“Do you want to buy a bigger one?” he asked snaking his arms around my waist, and kissing the back of my shoulder.

“Luka, I like this one. I like what this house represents. You bought this for me, for us. I would never want another house, just like I would never want another you.” I turned to look up and face him.

“Now… I want us to talk, the last conversation we had was about you insinuating that I could ask about Karla to Yegor, just because he had been intimate with me.”

I could see his jaw clenched. He abruptly let me go and took off his glasses, then pinched the bridge of his nose. This was one of his telltale signs, every time he gets frustrated. He started pacing back and forth, then he sighed and put his glasses back on.

“Baby I’m sorry, I slipped… I didn’t mean…”

“You lied, for years. You told me that you were fine, that we should move on but you lied… you’re holding it in…”

“I love you.” He said in defeat.

“I know!… I fucking love you too, and I just wanted you to be honest with me. I want a clean slate. I want you to let it all out, but tomorrow we’re done. We will start new… I don’t want any more lies between us. I’m tired of seeing you hurt, wondering do you still love me the same way…” I was teary from all of the pent up emotion, and he quickly engulfed me in his arms.

“Baby….” he kissed my hair lovingly, and rest my head to his chest.

“These past few days I can’t sleep well… I keep on repeating your words in my head. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Luka if I could turn back time I would do everything differently…”

He was quiet, but then he easily picks me up and lay me on our bed. He was beside me and cover both of our bodies under the comforter. He knows… he knows me too damn well. He cocooned both of our bodies and let me cry on his chest, while he keeps on whispering his words.

“I’m sorry too baby, but I was too afraid to lose you… again. I’m scared that my true feelings will make you upset, and that you would leave me…” he paused to kissed my temple and dry my cheek with his thumb.

“I love you… I love you too much to let my true feelings show. Yes, I was upset, I saw the CCTV footage from his room. I started using again just to numbed the pain…” his voice was heavy, but he kept on going.

I finally sit myself up. I didn’t know this part of the story. I didn’t know that he saw me, that I had made him start using again. I looked into his eyes, as he took my hand to his and started playing with my ring finger. He looked defeated, but he kept on going with his side of the story.

“I was ruined and I wanted to ruin Yegor too, and I was mad at you for wanting him. That I, that we… meant so little to you…” he started sitting up looking upset.

“… that you flock to his side, and cry for him while I try to rescue you…” he was holding my fingers firmly.

“God Luka… you fucking meant everything to me!! You don’t get to play the victim, While in my head I was feeling the one-sided love. I’ve waited five freaking days for you! I was getting Megan drunk with me lounging at her place, eagerly waiting for your text, call, letter, anything! Just a hint that you still want me, then I’ll come running back to you, instantly!”

His face was showing his shocked expression. Then he took my once again wet cheek, and rub it dry with his thumb.This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

“Baby… I was trying to keep you safe. I never stop loving you. Not after the first time you came looking for me to the red cabin, not after you’ve taken my virginity….” he stops and smirked at me, making me smile.

“You are the first woman that was crazy enough to come after me, that made me second guess every decision I’ve made…” he rubbed my knuckles lovingly.

“Luka…”

“Shhh… let me finish this…” he took my knuckles and kissed it.

“If I hadn’t pushed you away, this would never happen. So yes… if I could, I would turn back time and never push you away…”

“Luka, I’m sorry for Yegor. I’m sorry I gave in so easily to him. I hurt you… badly… but I need to know, honestly. I know you could never forget it. I’d never expected you to, but can you forgive me?”

“I already did baby… I’ve forgiven you a long time ago, but I could never forgive myself for making you go to him…”

That night we spent hours talking, crying, begging, sharing our loving words, and he never once let go of my ring finger. He kept on playing with it like he was afraid that I would run, that I would leave him.

That night we fall asleep in each other’s arms peacefully, feeling all the weight of our relationship has been lifted.

*****

“Morning my love…” he whispered sneaking his hand under my top. Last night was one of the rare instances, where we sleep fully clothed. I instinctively snuggled in closer to him, moaning on the crook of his neck.

“Coffee…” I whispered the word making him chuckled.

He knows I never do morning sex without coffee. I like kissing him, I like my morning sex with lots of kisses. Hence every time I say morning coffee, he’d know what’s to be expected.

Cause I don’t know how you guys kiss with that morning breath. Seriously no great love beats morning breath, not in reality… fiction yes. But my story is as real as it gets. Maybe sex from the side, or the back… but missionary is a no go.

He got up and leave me to make our coffee, I sighed and relax back to the bed and cocooned myself back under our so-called blankie, and smile remembering that we were starting on a blank page. And that we would keep on doing that, with every issue that we’d have in the future.

We’re making things work.

Our love will make it work.