“мамочка,” there’s tenderness in his tone as he speaks, the edges of his lips curving swiftly into a smile at the sight of the female. “Since I am the number one man in your life--perhaps even the most handsome and talented, if I may propose--I decided I should visit you on this very special day. Very big news, by the way. You’ll finally be getting that grandkid you always dreamed of. At last--a бабушка.” There’s a gold bottle in his hands--white wine--and on his arm, a pink bag with balloons strapped on it. He lifted the bottle slightly. “We named him alcohol.” @natrcmancff











