@ victoria’s apt.
Hearing Victoria’s voice on the other side of the door, Alek opened it only to be held at gunpoint by her. Closing the door a little harder than necessary, he barely gave the gun a second glance before locking eyes with her. “Is this some kind of fucking game to you?” he asked, the irritation clear in his tone. He took a few steps towards her, but didn’t follow her into the kitchen. “All I’m asking for is a conversation about our kid, to talk about our plan. But if this is all some joke to you or payback and if you have no intention of involving me at all, then just say so, Victoria.”
Walking back out of the kitchen Victoria stopped enough to give herself space to sucker punch him but still be out of reach. "Mr. Voznesensky do not insult me. If I say I'm going to do something, I am going to do it. Naturally I would like to keep far away from your family. But this baby is part yours and since I have decided to involve you by informing you of its existence you need to get over yourself it's nothing personal...." going back into the kitchen, Victoria dished out her plate and garnished it to look appetizing. Taking a photo of it she waited for the picture to come out so she can attatch It to the book she had opened with a recipe written down. Looking up at Alek she rolled her eyes at him. He was being childish " i could have but I didnt so if you did not appreciate the steps I will go to protect this child we will have a problem. I had to make sure you werent being followed as I cannot chance having another home visit from your sister. Or God forbid your father this time. Now reign in the attitude or otherwise this will be a rather hostile dinner. Bolognese?"











