I am Ukrainian🇺🇦. (A VLODYMYR ZELENSKYY FANFIC)

Chapter 19

I have always been weirdly comfortable with Manu thouching and holding me. I never use to like it but I now often joke he is like walking cocaïne he made me addicted to his hugs and little touches every so often. Holding my hand as we crossed a street. Puttling a arm around me as he was talking to someone. Randomy squeezing my hand through out the day. The one I love most and I quickly learned Vova also loves is resting our foreheads together eyes closed almost hugging. Manu did that the first time after I had a serious panic attack from a stranger first touching me and then yelling at me. He calmed me like this.

I also always loved the way he always had an arm draped over me if I was asleep. It was a reminder that not only is he right there but he also will protect me, which inturn made me sleep comfortably. If I was feeling angst or upset my favorite plase would be right above his heart. Hearing his heart beat calmed me so much. With mom it was difficult at first. But I quickly found I love laying on her lap with my head. Or against her shoulder. My favorite is when I am scared and she always make sure I am the little spoon.

Vova had tought me the sleeping on your partner trick. His arm would be wrapped around my back while my head would be on his shoulder/in his neck and my chest on his arm draped over him. The forehead snuggles ending in a kiss the holding me so tight in his arms it drowned out all the outside noise and confusion.

I remember the first time dad brought me flowers. It freaked me out. He didn't understand why, I told him that flowers were to say sorry I broke a rib but deal with it. Flowers were I called you every bad name imagined but I brought you folowers so it's ok. Flowers were anything but a good memory. He apologized and adjusted his strategy. Every time he would get mom flowers he would bring me some as well and always handed them to us together. He later learned I love tulips, sunflowers and black or blue roses. Later on I even found a strange love for dandelions.

The dandelions came with Vova. He did something on the second day we knew each other. Something that was so much more funny and cute because it was my sign he was the one, the day I got released from hospital dad took me for a walk in the garden. He picked a dandelion and said "since you are well now. Think of your ideal life partner and blow the dandelion. Then as you watch it blow away thank the dandelion for the gift." I laughed and went to sut with my back against his chest. "Do you believe all that daddy?" I asked. " He smiled looked up to where mom was playing with the dogs and said" Well I did it a long time ago and I met mom so yes with my whole heart. But baby pro tip. Be seriously specific about a special trade in that person. For me she had to laugh so hard she snorted and then laughed harder because of that. She should be warm and nurturing but not try to control me. And a few other things I will maybe tell you about someday when you are older..... "" Eeuw dad" I said that lead us to a fit of giggles. I said "ok lets try this... So I got a picture in my mind. Dark hair, dark eyes, tanned but not over tanned. Athletic but not pro athlete. Deep voice, accent, with lights in his eyes. Loves deeply, sensitive, caring, gentle and faithful. Loves to laugh and can be my best friend. (here comes the special features) He is clingy but not possessive. He is a committed man. Educated and intelligent. Loves history and is always able to learn something new. Hes open and honest and make sure that those he loves comes first. He has a big heart and loves easy and effortlessly. He will fight for what he loves and wont back down easy. I will know its him when I compliment him he blushes and does this cute thing with his body. A natural response. " even though I never said any of that out loud. I blew on the dandelion and thanked it as it blew away. Little did I know that old wifes tale would shape my whole future.

I never told Vova about that story. Until the day we were exploring Kyiv and we happened on this small shop with all kinds of charms. I told him I wanted to get mom something for her birthday. He said sure. Little did I know he got me a gift...

At dinner he handed me a small grey box... Inside was a single dandelion. I was shocked and asked "how did you know?" Vova frowned and said "know what? I got it for you because it is special to me. I made a wish a long time ago thinking nothing of it. And then I met you and my wish became real." I was both shocked and surprised. "I said I did the same thing my dad tought me the trick. It clearly worked because here you are." We both laughed but later we both silently thanked the dandelions. I never took off my necklace again.

Dad spent the next few weeks right next to me like he promised. Mom joined him by day 4. Dad usually sat right in the middle between me and Vova. He had them move our beds together from day one. He normally would sit at out feet right in the middle. He would give Vova daily updates about how they are doing certain things since Putin is now out of the picture. Essentially the war is over but in some parts there is still fights, we normally win. Other parts they started to rebuild. He would normally tell me about the beautiful buildings. He would tell us what Our sweet girl was doing. Tell us how she's grown and how much she miss us. He would update us on news from around the globe or interesting things happening. Sometimes he even would tell us jokes. He would play us music or just read a book.

After 5 weeks we finally found our way out the maze.

The day we woke up we confused the shit out of the drs in the room. We both just openend our yes and called out to the other. I called "Vova" he called "Jorji". Dad got in the last word with "Hi how bout " dad? ". Everyone just laughed. I looked at dad saying " have you been here the whole night? You must be tired I heard you talking the whole time."" yes we needed sleep and you kept on talking not nice Macron" Vova added. Dad smiled and hugged me saying " sweetheart what do you remember last? And you Vova?

Me:uhm cold, yelling, Angry someone was hella angry,
Vova: darkness, hatred, pain... Me:Daddy it hurt so much... Vova.. He was crying... He was hurt..
Vova: blood so much blood, I was scared, It smelled weird
Me: Gunpowder and blood... Then only silence.
Vova: my face is wet and my here (showing to his chest area where he shot me) hurts. Panic... Then silence.. warmth
Me: it felt so warm then there Vova were. He held me and I felt save the pain was gone.
Vova: it felt....
Peacefull! We both said in unison.

Dad looked over to the drs. Realizing none of the 3 were moving. None of the 3 said a word this whole time.

The older one looked at me then to Vova. He carefully asked "What am I holding in my hand?"

Again we answered in unison "black Pen"

Again more notes were made. The dr by the window said. "May I ask you both a weird question?" We both nodded. "How do you do that?" Mom walked in and shreeked "aah my babies are awake. Thank God you are both ok. They are ok right Manu?" she was kissing me and Vova back and forth hugging. "Dad took the paper from the dr and wrote" I dont know baby the drs haven't said anything yet." he looked over to mom not saying a word. She turned around and said" oh ok well say something then" Again the dr was confused showing the paper to the other drs. Mom and dad both said in unison... "Well are they ok or not?" Vova and I just laughed.
"Yes they are, lucky as ever" the older one announced. By now bith mom and dad were on the beds with us. The drs walked out ever as confused.