Part 3! READ Ms. Belova & Almost Mrs. Belova FIRST
This book follows Y/n as she gets married to her fiancé whom was also her collage professor their story might be odd and unusual but it's theirs.
Yelena emerges from our room after a while looking absolutely stunning.
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I smirk getting up from my spot on the couch and walk up to her. "You look gorgeous my love" I say with a smug tone in my voice. She gives me a quick kiss and slides her thumb over my lips to clean her red lipstick off of them making me chuckle. "Will you be wiping all of your kisses off me tonight?" I ask with a playful pout. "Alright I'll leave messy red lipstick smudges on you then" she offers and I shake my head "Okay okay" I say taking her hand "Let's go" I decide and she nods grabbing her bag, I don't want to take a bag or anything so I hand my phone to Lena so she can put it into her bag.
We walk out to her car and she opens the door for me. "So where are we going" I ask once we're settled in the car "Just a fancy restaurant so we can eat good food without me having to burn some shit." She says with a shrug and I chuckle "I haven't even seen you try to cook in all the 3 and a half years we've been together" I state and Yelena lifts her brow "I was in the kitchen right before you graduated" She says "You didn't cook then though.. You pretended to, to try and get my attention but you could always learn if you wanted to" I state. "Are you trying to tell me that you're tired of cooking for me?" Yelena asks and I drop my jaw in offense. "That's not what I meant!" I defend crossing my arms "Я знаю, дорогая, прости (I know, honey, I'm sorry)" she chuckles sliding her free hand onto my thigh. I don't say anything but I intertwine one of my hands with hers for the rest of the drive.
We park and I look to see an old French kind of style building. "French?" I ask and Yelena chuckles at me "Oui" She states before placing a soft kiss on the back of my hand.
We head inside where Yelena tells the waiter about her reservation and he takes us to our table. Our table is in a nice secluded corner with a few decorative plants around. Lena pushes my chair in as I sit down and sits down herself afterwards. Once we're seated the waiter brings us the menus and takes our orders.
Through out that we talk about random things going on at the moment and start taking about dogs again "So if we were to get a dog what would we even name it?" I ask and Yelena thinks about it for a little before chuckling "Fanny. I found Nat's stash of fake ID's once and on one of them her name was Fanny Longbottom" she explains through chuckles and I laugh along once she says that Nat's ID said her name was Fanny Longbottom. "If we get a boy though then he can be called Francis and Fanny can be a nickname or something" Yelena says and I nod "You really like that name, huh?" I ask chuckling and she shrugs "I find it hilarious and I can annoy Natasha with it" She says with a smug smirk.
"What about kids? What would we name them?" Yelena counters and I shrug "I'm not sure yet but I know that I want our kids to have unique names" I say and Lena nods in agreement. (Feel free to leave name ideas c: ) The waiter comes with our food, Yelena got pasta of course and I decided to try a traditional French onion soup.
Once we're done eating Lena reads through the dessert menu and I'm bored so I decide to tease her. I slip off one of my heels and slide my foot against her leg. Her eyes dart from the menu to mine. "Y/n." She says with a warning tone. I smirk and move it further up her leg to her thigh. Thank God for the long table cloths here. "Y/n what are you doing?" she whisper-yells and I grin at her "I want to go home." I decide and she raises her brow "No dessert?" she questions and I roll my eyes "I want dessert at home." I say and she snickers "How about I order here but ask if there's a way we can just take it with us?" she asks and I cave nodding. I know that after what we'll be doing at home neither of us will want to make any kind of dessert.
Yelena flagged down a waiter and asked if it was possible to take what we want to order for dessert with us and the waiter said that as long as it's not ice cream that we could so I let her pick out a few things and now we're in the car with a bag of styrofoam containers filled with various desserts. "This was nice. We should go out more often" I decide and Yelena nods taking my hand into her free hand "We should." she agrees. I lean over and kiss her cheek "Thank you for tonight" I say leaning onto her shoulder. "Well, according to you tonight isn't over yet." She says and I nod "That's true but what we'll be doing at home will take much longer than just tonight so it deserves it's own thank you afterwards." I declare and Yelena raises her brow. "What are we doing at home?" she asks even though she already knows. I look at her through the mirror "Fuck until morning. I thought that was clear?" I offer with a smirk and she chuckles "It was. I just wanted to hear it from you." She says as we pull up at our apartment building.
