Mother Knows Best (Russia x Reader)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝘁𝐞𝗿 𝐗

Later the same evening, Y/n and Russ were having their usual dinner. Their dogs laid close by. The dinner was fine, although the large dining room was quite empty, Y/n could count up at least 10 empty seats. 

She felt strange, her heart was beating quite fast. She wasn't sure what this large dining room meant. But, she had a feeling she might find out in three weeks' time. 

"Your mother said she'll visit with your stepbrother tomorrow." - Russ coldly spoke, "I am well aware, she sent me a letter this morning." - she replied while taking another sip of her drink.

"I hope you won't make a scene, Russ." - she said. He flinched and glanced up at her. 

"Don't give me that look. You know both your mother and my mother have a bad tolerance for your shenanigans, and I cannot protect you the whole time my mother will be visiting. She'll know something's wrong." - she said. 

Russ sighed, "I know." - he said. Not a single apology, but then again, what did she expect? They had been together for a week now, and not much had changed, except that she came to a certain point of openness with Russ, and now it stopped. 

She touched her cheek, it still stung like a bitch. But she wouldn't say it in front of him. But, either way, she finished up her meal. "Excuse me." - she said. 

She walked off to the door. Only to be stopped by an "ahem". She stopped her hand about to reach the door. "What?" - she muttered, slightly angry. 

"Go to our bedroom." - he said. She scoffed, "No. Not until you get it in your thick skull that you can't solve every fucking attitude I give with a damn slap, Russ!" - she spat. 

He looked at her in disbelief, "I really like you, Russ, and I know it's hard for you to be sentimental and gentle, but you need to know limits." - she said, "Today you slap me... Tomorrow you'll beat me, and the day after I'll be six feet below." - she said. 

"I try, Russ, a week has passed, and I'll keep trying up till our wedding, but you need to let me get to know you and vice versa. I don't want it to be an empty, loveless marriage..." - she mumbled the last part as she opened the door and left. 

Russ sat in his chair, rubbing his temples. "Igor!" - he called. "Yes, sir?" - the butler spoke. "Bring me a vodka and make it snappy! I don't want to exist right now!" - he scoffed, and the butler walked off. 

Russ felt a hand on his shoulder, "You're doing good, keep up the good work, and I'll come back." - he flinched at the sudden voice, only to see nobody was really there. 

He scoffed, "Damn it... I'm too sober, now I see and feel things that aren't really there." - he muttered. 

He sat like this for a while longer, meanwhile, Y/n had already got into her sleeping gown.

A soft smile plastered on her face as she was playing with the dogs in the guest bedroom, tomorrow it would be for her mother (adoptive mother) and her stepbrother. 

"Come on Sergei! Be a good boy!" - she smiled as the Samoyed sat and gave her his paw. She chuckled. "Good boy Sergei!" - she chuckled. She looked over to see the male husky, Alexei sitting at the door of the bedroom, "Alexei, do you wish to see daddy?" 

She chuckled, she liked the way the word rolled on her tongue, "Daddy..." - she smiled to herself, seeing Alexei and the others wagging their tails. 

Y/n got up from her seat and walked over to the door. "Come along, then, you little children." - she chuckled happily, the dogs were like her children. Two huskies (Alexei & Anastasia) and two Samoyeds (Sergei & Misha) were really childish but also serious when need be. 

The four ran to the dining room, making Y/n sigh, "Well... here goes nothing." - she thought. Opening the door on their own, the dogs ran inside.

Just as Igor was about to pour Russ a drink, the dogs took over and Russ was covered in vodka. "Ah!!! Damn it!" - he swore.

"I'm sorry sir, I'll bring some clean clothes, sir." - he said. Y/n smiled at the butler, causing Russ to get jealous as well.

"Y/n." - he said sternly as the butler left. The woman turned to him, a cheeky grin on her face.

"Yes?" - he looked at her, he wanted to raise his hand onto her again. And he stood up to hit her. But he stopped.

"Just get them out of the dining room. And wait in the bedroom for me." - he said, she sighed as she called the dogs to follow her.

The dogs sadly watched as Y/n walked out. Only one stayed behind. Sergei. His soft whines made Russ look down at him.

"Следуй за своей мамой." (Follow your mama.) - he said. The dog licked his hand and then followed where he last saw Y/n and the others leave.

He took one last glance at Russ, whining softly, "Давай. Беги." (Go on. Run.) - he said with a soft expression on his face.

Sergei wagged his tail and finally sat his white fluffy butt down.

"Сергей. Иди к маме." (Sergei. Go to mama.) - he said. Sergei ended up walking back to Russ.

Suddenly, Igor came back. "Sir, your clothes." - he said. He nodded, waving his hand for the man to leave.

Igor left the room, and Russ sighed. Unbuttoning his shirt and slowly taking it off, he touched a scar in the middle of his chest.

The scar was still stinging. But he has to hold back right now.

He thought since they were drunk, things would be different. But he kept pushing her away. He was pushing away his wife.

He had the urge to change, the urge to push past and catch her in his grip. He wanted to...

... hold her? He wasn't sure if that was normal...

"I wonder... If only she..." - he got up and finished changing.

He walked to his bedroom, to see the light wasn't on. "She's not in there..." - he sighed as he entered his bedroom.

As soon as he got in, Sergei followed. "Иди к своей маме. Хватит дурачиться!" (Go to your mama. Stop fooling around!) - he shouted.

Russ sighed as he felt Sergei pull on his sleeve, sadly whining. Russ sighed as he decided to follow behind Sergei.

He knew where the dog was going to lead him... But he wasn't sure why he had to follow.

The moment he got close to the door... He hesitated...

Once Sergei pushed the door open, he saw a sight he thought would never move him or make his walls crack...

"Y/n..."