The way that it should have been

Chapter 20

My heart and breathing stopped for a second then my heart started to pound like a bongo drum. And my breathing became ragged just like it does whenever she touches me. And all because of the way that my nickname sounded on her beautiful deliciously plump ruby red lips.

"Ohhh Roza, that is almost as sexy as when you call me Comrade." I moaned.

In a sultry breathless voice, she asked me, "do you like it Mitya?"

I felt my cock pushing against the zipper of my jeans, he wanted inside of her very badly. Just as badly as I wanted him there myself.

"I love it detka." I answered just as breathlessly as I was trying to calm the throbbing of my cock. (baby)

A little over an hour later we pulled up into the driveway of my childhood home.

The lights in the house were all off, but of course that was to be expected. It was just before four o'clock in the human morning after all, so I knew that everyone was still asleep. Especially since this is a surprise visit, and no one knew that we were even coming. Except possibly for my babushka that is. (grandmother)

I got mine and Roza's bags from the trunk in one hand and lyubov' moya hand in my other hand. (my loves)

Leading us up the cobble stone pathway, I unlocked the front door and took Roza moya inside. I was so happy to finally be able to show her my childhood home and being able to introduce her to my family in the morning. (my)

Once inside I closed and relocked the front door and we quietly made our way up the stairs to my bedroom. We were far too exhausted to do anything tonight but sleep, so we just got dressed for bed.

"What if I wanted to sleep naked next to you Mitya?" She pouted sexily.

Trying to catch my breath I said, "trust me detka, you will be glad of the pajamas in a few hours. But just because we aren't naked doesn't mean that I won't have you in my arms lyubov' moya." (baby, my love)

"All right. Goodnight, my love."

"Goodnight, dorogaya moya. I love you." (my darling)

"I love you too detka." (baby)

I smiled when she called me baby in Russian because it felt so good to hear her speak Russian. And knowing that her very first Russian word had been a term of endearment towards me warmed my heart immeasurably. I fell asleep that night, for the very first time, with that same smile on my face and my very own God sent angel in my arms.

With today being Saturday, I knew that my entire family would be here today. Including my little sister Victoria and my nephew Paul. I just hoped that my crazy family didn't scare Roza moya away. (my)

Early-ish... well actually later that same morning, about five hours later to be exact. I heard, "mama have you seen the car that's parked in the driveway?!!!" My little sestra screamed which made me smile. Nothing had changed about her apparently. I am so glad that she didn't have the type of responsibilities on her shoulders as Roza moya has had since she was five years old. Because they were just one of the reasons that angel moya had had to grow up far too fast. (sister, my, my)

And as much as I love and adore my baby sestra. I just don't think that she could ever handle the kind of der'mo that lyubov' moya has had to in her life and remain sane. We have coddled Vika as much as possible and that may very well have been detrimental to her in the long run. I hope and pray that she never has to deal with the kind of der'mo that Roza moya already has. (sister, shit, my love, shit, my)

"It sounds like someone knows that something is up Mitya."

"So it would seem detka, so it would seem." I answered as I covered her soft naked neck and shoulder with hot wet open mouthed butterfly kisses and nips to her beautiful body. (baby)