“You know I do in fact have a door.” Y/n stated as she continued to cut vegetables and potatoes not even looking up to see who entered her place, she already knew who it was.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Sergei smiled, coming up behind her to hug her from behind and place a kiss on her head.
“It’s more convenient.” Y/n leaned back into his chest, enjoying his embrace. She knew he had fun climbing up the building and entering her apartment through a window or her patio door.
Sergei quirked a brow with a playful smile on his lips. “For who? You're busy cooking, you'd have to set it all down, walk over, unlock the door and then wash your hands and pick up where you left off.”
He had a good point but Y/n knew exactly what he was doing. “Uh huh.”
“Only trying to help make it easier.” Sergei shrugged, stepping away to let her continue without him hovering.
“Sure. That's why you do it.” Y/n dragged out smiling, she knew he did it out of pure instinct and amusement not just to make it easier on her. Sergei bit his lip and grabbed her by the waist carrying her over to the kitchen island and sitting her on top of it. “Sergei, let me cook!” She cried out in laughter.
After their laughter died down Sergei got more serious when asking. “So. . . I have something to ask you.”
Y/n shook her head in amusement. “Ah, there it is.”
“Ha, ha. But anyway my brother’s birthday is coming up and I was wondering if you would be my date?” He asked wanting her to come with him to Dmitri’s birthday party. Dmitri had been bugging him about wanting to meet the girl he was so fond of for awhile.
Y/n furrowed her brows and straightened her spine. “Sergei, we're in a relationship, of course I’ll be your date. But I thought you didn’t want me around your family?”
It was true Sergei had kept her hidden from his father and brother. He trusted his brother but not his father. “Dmitri is fine. He wants to meet you and I want you to meet him. It’s our father that I don’t trust.”
Y/n didn’t mind meeting his brother, she was actually excited to meet the Dmitri. But it was his birthday party so . . . “And your father will be there?”
Sergei sighed, that was indeed something that irked him about this. “Unfortunately. But I don’t plan on leaving your side.”
Y/n noticed how he tensed up so she started to rub her hands up and down his arms. Which seemed to work since his shoulders relaxed. “You really think he’d try something at Dmitri’s party?”
Sergei squeezed her waist in frustration. “I wouldn’t put it past him.”
“We’ll deal with it if it happens.” Y/n reassured him, sure she was anxious about what his father could try and do but that wouldn’t change her feeling’s for Sergei.
“Yeah.” Sergei sighed, leaving his forehead against hers. He hoped his father wouldn’t pull anything and put Y/n in danger. Sergei would definitely be keeping his eyes wide open.
Summary: You left him, you ran away. But he found you and he needs answers.
“Why? I thought you were different. You left me just like my brother.”
You couldn’t even look into his eyes. Avoiding him at all costs was the plan for the last year.
Well, almost a year, 11 months.
And there he was.
Sitting across from you at the table in his club.
Kidnapping you was exactly what he did. Bringing you here against your will.
And he only had one question.
“Why?”
The pain in his voice hurt.
“I had my reason.”
“I know you still love me. I can see in your eyes. So then what can possibly be your explanation?”
“I can’t-“ his fist met the table. It made you jump and his drink almost spilled.
“Bullshit,” he whispered. “Did you find someone? Someone better? Taller? More muscles?”
“No.” your answer was immediate and straightforward.
"THEN WHY?" he yelled, his eyes filled with tears.
"Because I was scared and pregnant," you said and a huge weight fell from your shoulders. You looked at your feet and blinked back the tears. "I was scared of your father." you looked into his eyes. "It broke me, but I had to leave. Who knows what he would have done if he found out? You know he never liked me."
"So, I have a child?"
"Yes." your voice was shaky yet it held power.
"How could you be so selfish? I have a child and you ran away?"
"I was selfish yes. A selfish mother who put their child before me. Please, you have to understand Dimi." you were crying. "Last year, during your birthday, your father looked at me and he told me that if I dared get pregnant he would personally kill my child and me. He looked into my eyes and told me this."
"Why didn't you tell me he threatened you?"
"You know I couldn't. And so, like a coward, I ran. I'm sorry." you stood up and wanted to leave.
"My father is dead you know. You don't have to be scared anymore. I took over his business. He can no longer hurt you." you looked at Dimitri shocked.
"How did he die?" you turned to look at him.
"Hunting accident. But I know my brother's hand was in it. You don't have to be scared anymore, come back to me. I will keep you safe. Both of you." he stood up and rushed over to you but you put your hands up, his chest met with your hands, but you didn't push him away.
Your eyes searched his for any sign of a lie.
"Is he really?" you whispered and he quickly nodded. "He is home, I can get him for you."
Dimitri looked confused.
"My father? I told you he is buried, in pieces."
"No, our son. I named him Mikhail. I call him Misha. Two months old, I found a kind woman who babysits him while I work." you looked behind yourself at the door. "I can bring him to you. You can meet him." your head snapped back and looked into his eyes as his hands came to his chest and held yours.
"You are so beautiful. I missed you so much."
His voice was so soft, so kind.
"I'm so sorry." tears began to fall again but his hand held you even closer, pulling you in.
His lips met yours.
It was so sweet and it filled your heart with so much love.
How could you leave him?
You love him so much.
"Let's get our son. I want us three to go home."
Home.
"I will get him for you, just give me a driver and a car. I need to... pack his things."
"Okay, I will still go with you."
"You won't be happy with the place I rent."
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And you were right.
Dimitry looked at the building and froze.
You took this opportunity to go in and get your son from your neighbour.
"I brought you someone," you told Misha as he giggled. "Your father." you smiled as you lifted him and began putting his stuff away.
Dimitry walked into the apartment with a frown.
"Misha, look who it is," you said to your child with a voice only babies get. Misha was still very small.
Being only two months old.
But he looked exactly like Dimitry.
"My son." you handed your son to Dimitry who carefully held and looked at Misha. "I promise you, I will be so much better."
You believed him, you knew he would try his hardest to be the best father possible.
And you know he will be able to achieve his goal.
Once you finished picking up all your stuff, Dimitry guided you to your new home.
Misha quickly fell asleep and you placed him in the guest room, in the middle of the bed.
"We will decorate a room for him, I will buy everything he will ever need."
"Thank you, Dimi."
You two also decided to go to bed shortly after.
"He usually wakes up once per night to eat," you said as you lay down.
The mattress felt like heaven under your tired body.
"I will get up for him."
"And what will you feed him with?" you asked with a yawn as you closed your eyes.
You could imagine the confusion on his face.
You fell asleep not long after that.
Dimitri stayed up and watched you.
He was so happy to have you back. He was able to finally find you.
And now there you slept next to him with his son sleeping in the other room.
Dimitri slowly got up and headed to the room next door.
He walked in and watched his son sleeping, Dimitri knelt on the floor next to the bed and watched his son sleep.
"You look just like me," he whispered and ran a finger down the baby's cheek.
His mind was completely blank all he could do was feel, Misha's cheek was so soft.
"I now completely understand your mother. I would have run away with you too."
Dimitri watched Misha sleep for about an hour before he headed back to his bed where you were.
He moved in under the blanket and pulled you close before he went to sleep.
His heart also felt full.
A/N: The above picture is not mine, credit goes to the owner. (once we have some gifs uploaded to Tumblr, I will be able to use those)
#writing
#my chemical romance
#outer banks
#the freak circus
