Nanny Dearest

Chapter Ninety Fresh Routine

I finished making our plates as it was becoming dark outside, Makar was still at the table trying to finished his homework, he was becoming frustrated, Ruslan caught on and joined him attempting to help without giving the child any answers.

Carrying two plates in hand I place Makar food on the table along with Ruslans plate. I told Makar to take a break which he gladly drop the pencil pulling his plate of food towards him. I push Ruslan plate towards him a little but he slide the plate back at me without making eye contact with me. I attempted to give him the plate sliding it back but once again this grown ass man slide the plate back towards me.

"Are fucking serious?" I asked watching him pull out his phone and asking Makar for a piece of paper to write on. I watched him as he lay his phone on the table where his Gmail was easily seen on the screen. I watch him as write a couple of things down from different emails he was tapping on. Sucking my teeth I snatch the plate going back into the kitchen putting it on the counter as I rest my hands on the edge of the counter looking down taking a deep breath. Hearing footsteps I look back seeing Ruslan entering the kitchen heading straight for the fridge opening it. I watch my significant other ignore the food I completely made as he took out a TV dinner for himself instead. I bit my tongue holding a rude remark make and took the plate I made for him, putting the rice and meat back in their individual pots. As I moved to the sink, I started to wash the plate,  I look at  him seeing that he moved beside me to use the microwave. He glance at me as I fixed my eyes back towards the plate finishing washing it and putting it on the dish rack. 

Moving out his way completely I went towards the stove opening the top cabinet to grab the two big container so I can pack the leftovers in and won't have to do it after I'm done eating. Plus my food is still hot so that gives it time to cool down.

Lifting the pot that has the beef cubes in it I sat it on the counter using the big soup spoon moving the meat from the pot to the container. I pack the rest of the food into each container and set the pots in the sink. I let out a yawn but ignored tiredness rolling my sleeves up to get ready to do the dishes.

"Makar you're done eating?" Ruslan raised his voice so our son could hear him.

"Yea." Makar answered and I heard the chair move in the dining room.

"Come do the dishes." He said and I can hear Makar footsteps running over here, I look at him, he gave me a smile trying to scoot me over taking the sponge from me.

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The night went normal as usual but without Ruslan and I speaking a word towards one another. Makar finished his homework and went upstairs after sometime leaving Me and Ruslan downstairs.

We were in our same spot before dinner the only difference is that instead of Ruslan watching tv he's now on his laptop typing away still drinking.

My mind started to wander off while I was reading making it hard for me to focus on the book. I hate silence. To me, I hate the silent treatment. It makes no sense to me. I rather for the person to say how they actually feel even if it's bad instead of being silent because that leaves me to figure out and rethink and over analyze a conversation.

"I'm assuming you're not going to sleep in the same bed as me as well." I didn't bother making eye contact as I kept my eyes on my opened book. I heard him stop typing for a second until I heard him typing again. Not going to lie this silent treatment kinda hurt a little, dealt with this type of shit when Anthony he just used to do it a lot when he doesn't get his way. It's annoying and frustrating.

There's no point in telling him that since I bitch and complain twenty four seven.

Getting up and deciding not to bother him anymore, I closed the book in my hands walking back to the bookshelf placing the book back in its original place before I head upstairs.

I went to our room we shared heading straight for my dresser taking some pajamas out which was just a long baggy tee and some sweatpants. Putting them on my arm and making my way to our shared bathroom grabbing my soap and body scrub along with my rag along with my bonnet with the toothbrush and toothpaste.

Leaving the room I walk to my old room that's now the guest room. I lay my pajamas on the bed and head to the bathroom.

After what felt like an hour because I do take long showers. Getting dressed fully I was about to relax on the bed when I jumped hearing the door open seeing Ruslan with a bored expression on his face.

"If you're going to work you don't need to tell me." I simply said having my hand over my heart because he did pop in without a damn knock scaring me for a split second.

"I'm finished with work for now, I came here to continue our conversation from earlier." He spoke still standing at the door with his hands in his pocket.

"Okay.... Are you going to take a seat or just stand there with the door wide ope-

"I prefer to stand." He cut me off and I bite down on my tongue nodding my head.

"Am I starting the conversation or are you?" I asked and he hummed.

"You lack trust drastically." He began and I blink.

"I never said I didn't trust you." I respond but he quickly spoke.

"You don't have to say it your fucking actions shows it." He said as if he prepared for every response I had for him.

"Well I apologize if I made you feel that way because I feel like I do trust you." I said choosing my words trying not to add fuel to the fire.

"If, does not go in a apology so I don't need it. I decided a few things are going to change, rather you agree with me or not." He spoke and I made a confused expression as I raised one eyebrow .

"Oh so I have no saying?" I question him.

"Correct." He said, folding his arms .

"That not equal at all in a relationship-

"I don't fucking care. Now this is what is going to happen, you are no longer in charge of that little restaurant. I am. You will no longer be a part of anything, family meetings or outings, dinner and more when it has to deal with my job. That means not being around Nadia." He finished and I shook my head no.

"I'm friends with Nadia and Emery. I see them the majority of the time when we go to these meetings. If anything I'm basically going to see them like once when we're not busy being mothers." I respond but he simply shrugs his shoulders as if he is saying I don't care.

"They'll listen to their boss instead of the wife, if anything you should be grateful. You don't have to worry about anything anymore." He announced.

" You brought me alone to meet these people, I became friends with some genuinely and you're telling me to just drop everyone. I have a girls trip coming with Nadia and those girls." I try to reason with him.

"That you won't be apart of because during that trip they will be discussing work, maybe next time you can join them when it's a regular vacation." He said and I sucked my teeth feeling myself catching an attitude.

"That's just- .." I was trying to find my words.

"That's just what? You don't feel safe, correct? I'm doing what I can to make you feel safe and let alone be safe. This should be easy for your trust to develop all you have to worry about is actually family matters. What regular people do, take care of their kids and stay in touch with family, nothing more nothing less." He explained and I was about to protest but it looked like he was ready to respond to whatever I was going to say next. Closing my mouth knowing the conversation is now at a dead end if I was to say anything else I know for a fact we are going to be going in circles.

"Fine." Was all I could say, Ruslan unfold his arms placing his hands back in his pocket.

"Good glad we finally come to an agreement on something, I refused to let my lover sleep alone. Come on, let's go to bed." He said, stepping aside from the door waiting for me. I stared at him for a good minute as he stood patiently completely unbothered from our conversation. I hesitated but got up walking towards him leaving the room hearing him close the door behind us.

"You've been having stomach pains lately do you want me to massage your stomach?" He asked as we walked down the hall.

"... yea."