Mrs. Belova

Historical

I walk up to my class room and sigh. Yelena puts her hand onto my waist and I turn around to meet her gaze. She quickly pecks my lips "You'll do great. I promise. See you later, love you."  She quickly assures and I nod "I love you too" I say and watch her leave and strut into her class room with confidence. Just how I remember her to.

I take a quick breath and head in leaning my shoulders back a bit and puffing my chest to make mysel seem more confident than I actually am. I head in and some of the students rush away from the chalkboard. I quirk an eyebrow throwing a look over my class.

I look over at the chalkboard and internally melt. I wasn't expecting this from college students. The chalkboard is filled with random doodles signed with all their names and in the middle written in huge letters 'Welcome Mrs. Belova' "This is sweet of all of you." I offer with a smile and for the first lesson we'll be getting to know eachother a little which all the students know so a few hands raise. "All of you can ask a question just state your name before asking so I can start to remember all your names" I offer before pointing to a girl with these cool round glasses "I'm Harper and I want to know what Mrs. Belova is outside of school, she kind of shows her fun side but not that much." she asks and I chuckle "She's caring and whenever we go out or something it's always together, we don't really like being apart much" I offer and she nods with a smile accepting my answer.

I point to a boy who has dark curly hair and freckles "Charlie." he states "I want to know how old you are since Mrs. Belova said you were younger than her but didn't even mention your age." He asks and I shrug "I guess you'll never know" I offer "Can we guess?" a few students ask and I nod they start guessing and they all keep guessing wrong until a girl from a corner offers "She's either 21 or 22 but I'm not sure." she says and I quirk my brow at her and point my hand toward her for her name. "I'm Hannah. I'll explain why I know later." she offers and I nod "Okay but which is it 21 or 22" Charlie speaks "I'm 22" I say and he nods. Another hand raises and I point to a dainty girl with dirty blonde hair. "Wren. Isn't it Mrs. Belova's birthday next week? We talked about birthday's and stuff in class one time." She asks and I nod "It is" I say "What are you getting her?" Wren asks and I shrug "Will you tell her if I tell you?" I ask and they all shake their heads. "Well, she's wanted a puppy for some time so I'm getting her a puppy" I explain and they all seem excited which is heart warming. They all care for Lena a lot.

Another hand raises and I point to the boy with longer, also dark, hair. "Do you and Mrs. Belova call each other Russian pet names?" he asks and I smile "We do but we also just speak Russian with each other sometimes and also sometimes with her sister if she's over to annoy her fiancé who doesn't know Russian that well yet" I explain which earns a few faint chuckles from a few students.

The questions continue for a while and then I hand out the papers and tell them to read through it until next time so they're some what informed about the topic since we didn't really do much history except learn about mine and Lena's history. The bell rings and everyone leaves except for Hannah.

She gets up and hugs me? I hug her back briefly before letting go. "Thank you, for putting my brother in prison even if he's out now." She mumbles and I furrow my brows "You're Spencer's sister?" I ask and she nods looking up at me "I'm sorry for what he did to you, that must've been hard" she mumbles and I nod looking passt her at the floor for a moment. "It's okay. It wasn't your fault. I'm okay now." I offer assuringly and she nods "See you tomorrow Mrs. Belova" she says and I wave. The rest of the day is pretty calm but now I'm thinking about Spencer.

It all would've played out differently if I wasn't stupid at 18. Now it just feels like it was my fault again. My lesson ends a bit sooner than Lena's so I walk out and just wait for her at the car. I can't clear my head anymore.

I feel a pair of arms snake around my waist which makes me jump. "Whoa it's just me, дорогой (darling)" Yelena offers pulling me closer and I lean against her. "What happened?" she asks and I sigh "Spencer's sister is one of my students and she thanked me for putting him in jail." I offer and Yelena keeps her eyes fixated on me, listening attentively. "I just haven't been able to think about anything except him for the whole day." I explain and she nods kissing my forehead. "It's okay. Let's go home and how about I try to cook tonight?" Lena offers and I can't help but smile at her trying to help me with this. She's so sweet.

I still can't wrap my head around it that I get to call this sweet, caring, loving and affectionate human my wife.

We drive home a follow our plans. Yelena manages to cook without burning the kitchen down and it turned out good so that is great. We take a calming PG shower together and snuggle up in bed and Lena reads and eventually reads out loud to me, since I couldn't fall asleep, which I appreciate because her voice calms me. I eventually fall asleep to her, deep, calming, voice.