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Plekhanov Residence June 15, 2008, 2200 hours The show ended with the usual sombre music. The History Channel was not exactly his idea of a quiet night in, but the show had been on a topic Yelena would be covering soon at Uni, and so he allowed her to watch it. Well, that's what he told himself, knowing that he would never have won the argument anyway. At least he did get to curl up with her and hold her body to his, something he looked forward to whenever they were apart and cherished when they were together. Holding the woman he loved was the best feeling in the world, causing him to smile both inside and out. His hands began to wander over her body, his fingertips gently gliding over her soft, smooth skin as if they were skaters on ice, so effortlessly they moved. The small murmurs of approval from his lady only resulted in an even larger smile on his face and a desire to go in search of more of her delectable noises. As his fingers continued their random journey over her body his head dipped so that he could plant a multitude of soft, sensuous kisses on her graceful neck. Again her skin was agreeably soft, allowing him to brush his lips over her neck as his hands found their way down to her beautifully pregnant tummy. Fingertips stroked every inch of the silky skin as lips caressed every bit of neck available. He closed his eyes so that the sensations would be heightened and was rewarded with a deep kiss as Yelena held his head in her hands, their tongues playing happily with each other. "Mmmm, baby that feels good!" Yelena told him. "I know honey, that's why I'm not stopping," he replied his fingertip dancing around her belly button before writing out on her tummy `I love you'. "Awwww, baby!" She exclaimed, kissing him happily. Then her face lit up even further. "The baby is kicking," she informed him. "Yeah?" He spread his hands out on her stomach and waited. After a few seconds he felt a tiny impact on his hand, and now he too was grinning like a child confronted with a pile of presents on Christmas Day. It was moments like this that made it all worth while. All his previous problems melted away, leaving him with only love for his fianc� and unborn child. He slowly shuffled down until his head was resting on her tummy, then began to speak to child softly. "Hey there little one." "Oh," Yelena murmured as she felt him/her kick in response. "I think he's talking to you baby." "Yeah, using Morse code or something. I'll have to hook him up with one of the headsets we use so we can have a proper conversation." She chuckled at that. "Or you could just wait until the birth. Anyway, what would you talk about?" "Well, for starters I'd let him know who's boss," he replied with an impish grin as he looked up at her beautiful face. "Yeah, my Dad!" "Very funny babe," he told her, then turned his attention to her tummy. "Don't listen to her, she doesn't know what she's talking about. You know I'm boss already, don't need to tell you that again. Listen up kid," he told the warm, rounded abdomen of his fianc�, "you're going to be coming into a proud family, ok? Lot of pressure there, but I know you can handle it. Granddad, well, he's a bit of a hero, and I know your going to make him proud, just like you're going to make me and you're mother proud. Still, that doesn't mean there'll be any room for slacking. We'll make sure you fulfil your potential so you can follow in your Dad's and Granddad's footsteps." "Oh, is that what our child is going to do?" Yelena asked. "Didn't know we'd discussed that." He chuckled. "Come on babe, look at the history this kids going to have, and the natural ability. I know you're a mean shot, just like your Dad, and I've been told I'm not too shabby either." He chuckled again at that. "Anyway, this kid will be dynamite. Besides, if me and Sergei do our jobs well enough then by the time they're all grown up there won't be anything to do." "Ok baby, if you say so." Her tone indicated that she knew that he wasn't being too serious, but also that he wasn't saying it for no reason. Just to reassure him she placed her hands on his head and started to run her fingers through his hair. Nikolai murmured as he felt her hands on his head, her soothing touch making him feel secure and happy. "I'm going to do my best to make sure the world you come into is as safe as possible, I promise you that," he said to the warm skin next to his face. "Me and Granddad are going to do everything possible to make sure you have nothing to worry about when you grow up. You're never going to have to worry about anyone hurting you, not now, not ever. If anyone even thinks about it they'll wish they'd never been born." "Honey, don't say things like that�." She told him gently. "Ok babe," he conceded, kissing his way slowly up her body until he mouth met hers again, delivering a kiss filled with his love for her. She moaned in appreciation, then placed his hands on her tummy. "Think we should get some sleep angel." "Ok honey. Sweet dreams." Another kiss. "And to you my love." He closed his eyes and let sleep take him away. Return |
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