Nanny Dearest

Chapter Eighty Nine Under Pressure

"Russian men are hard to reason with, you shouldn't be going back and forth with Ruslan." Katia said while her eyes were still on the tv watching a random soap opera. I rolled my eyes looking at my phone checking the news since Katia refused to watch it saying news can be depressing sometimes.

"He is hardheaded." I comment while scrolling through my phone.

"You are too and you're stressing the baby." She said, picking up her whoppers, shaking them in her hand before popping one in her mouth.

"How the fu-

"You're in grown men's business, mind your own. You have a man who can protect his family when things like this happen. It's best to listen instead of having an input. Only job you have to do is protect your babies." She glanced at me and I turn my attention to the tv.

"I don't like how he just taking this blackmailed thing so lightly." I mutter and she laugh.

"Wouldn't be the first time he went to prison." She said casually and I raised an eyebrow. Before she answer the confuse expression on my face. "In his 20s he got locked up for money laundering." She said and I scrunched my face up.

"That's like 20 years." I said and she shrugged.

"Money changes people's morals, just like there's crooked cops there's crooked judges too." She turns her attention fully on me. "Did you eat? It's already lunch time one o-clock to be exact." She said getting up going to the kitchen and I got up following her making my way to the island leaning on it while I watched her open the fridge seeing it fully stock. I honestly just want a snack. I don't want a full meal.

"I want some strawberries and yogurt." I told her as she pulled out what I wanted.

"Ask for more, this is not going to fill you up." Katia looked at me putting her hand on her hip tapping her foot while her other hand held the handle to the fridge.

"Toast with sour cream and cheese." I rolled my eyes, like I said I just wanted something to snack on, for the first time eating a lot seems like a chore lately. That's because Ruslan cook big meals feeding me the same portions as his. That man eats like a bear.

"Sour cream?" Katia question as she started prepping my plate.

"I mix worse shit during my pregnancy this ain't nothing." I yawn covering my mouth.

"Ah I bet all that complaining and bickering have you tired." She said placing the yogurt on the plate while she had the strawberries in her hand opening the container heading to the sink.

"I wasn't bickering, I was voicing my concerns." I said rubbing my eyes, I stop leaning against the island fighting my sleep.

"Concerns? An hour ago when the two of you arrived the both of you were practically yelling your heads off disrupting my damn piece." She said and I huff walking over to the dish rack getting a spoon so I can eat my yogurt.

"To be fair .... He raised his voice first." I said taking my yogurt off the plate and peeling the wrap back as I began to eat.

"Oh how childish of you, I would curse at you too if you tried to tell me how to do my job." Katia looked at me tapping her index finger on her forehead. I opened my mouth to protest but closed it, rolling my eyes. "You don't see him stepping on your toes when it comes to that little restaurant of yours." She pointed out and I scrunched up my face.

"He handle his business in my storage if anyth-

"Business that he allowed you to have since you wanted to be everyone's savior. She interrupted and I squinted my eyes slowly eating my yogurt.