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

Chapter 24

We were laying in bed when Vova's phone rang. I saw him get mad and he only answered "no comment". I asked what was wrong but before he could answer my phone rang. Pierre my assistant wanted to know if it was true that I was "in bed with ukrainian politicians". I gave a little laugh and said let me show you the answer and why I laughed. I turned the phone for him to see Vova. Since Vova knew him he made small talk. I asked where the question was coming from he told me all major papers are reporting on it. Apparently Vova's mother was publicly throwing a fit now. The baby cried so I left Vova with Pierre to go feed him. Vlady was barely 3 months old. Wladimir was in the house for a while. He brought me breakfast and sat down talking while I fed Vlady.

"Why do you think his mother is acting like this? Did I do something wrong did I offend her somehow?" I asked

"no my mother is in a mood and she is taking it out on everything, anything and everybody she can. You are perfect. I told Pierre that we were going to stay at home today. I am not going into the office. We will do a interview tomorrow. I am so sorry she ambushed you. " Vova said hugging me. He gave Vlady a kiss and asked Wladimir if he would look after the kids while we get some work done.

The next day we told the world our secret we kept for over 3 years was out. We held a conference with more than 100 jernos from all over the world.

Somewhere during the interview I saw Vova shutting down. The question was about the day in the hanger. His mother told them that I had killed Vova and he was only alive because of the quick response of his teams.

I held Vova tighter. And out of nowhere Sergey appeared and said "ok let me tell you how this happened because you were clearly misled and uninformed and also you are upsetting two people who has had more than enough to deal with this past few months."
He proceeded in telling them everything how we met, how we got married, about Rory, about the plane crash and me being tortured,about that day in the hanger,afterwards the coma and healing for us both.

The next question actually made me smile a little.

"Why would she tell him she was pregnant was it a code or something?" the Polish Jerno asked.

"No it was no code. I wanted my husband to know. If we were going to die at the hand of Putin, I wanted him to know that he was going to be a father. And even if it was for just a brief period of time he could celebrate with me. I was so happy when I found out. I had done like a million tests. Because I was told that I would never fall pregnant. We defined the odds but we would most likely not meet the baby. I wanted him to spend if only a fraction of time with his kid. If that makes sense at all. Sometimes I feel like that is what made us fight harder. The reason we survived was our unborn son and our daughter at home. He also almost died with us that day. For us he will forever be a miracle and a beautiful reminder of the day we almost lost everything. If he is the only good thing that came from this war we accept it with open arms." I told her.

" So the baby survived?" she followed up.

" Yes he did he is a happy, healthy 3 month old. Has everyone wrapped around his finger and has been so good at sleeping through so far. He still falls asleep almost instantly if Vova talks to him or sing to him, I mean I feel the same with some of his speeches. I can assure you that Vova is the best father for my kids." I answered again

" Why did you not tell people from the start that you were dating? And how long were you together? " an American Jerno asked.

" We knew each other for less than 3 months before we got married. And before you ask no neither of us have any regrets. We just chose to keep it to ourselves because firstly it was new and we wanted to nurture and protect it. Secondly my wife doesn't know this world she does not like all the attention on her. But mostly we kept it hidden because it was ours. She loves this country as much as I do, she loves the people every child, every building and as te russians destroyed everything I could see how hurt she got everytime she saw another building fall another one of our people die at their hands another child orphaned. We both felt it like it was our own son or daughter,husband, wife, sister, brother, father, mother, grandmother, grandfather,friend and family. We bled with you gor this soil we stood brave and tall with every ukrainian that do bravely fought for our country. We gave/give out hugs daily  to any of our friends who come to us. We will not run we will not hide. We proved that. We have the battle scares to say we faced evil and we won.

As a closing I want to say thank you for coming here today to our beautiful Kyiv and thank you for sharing our story with the world. And we will leave you with the following statement...." he took my hand we got up and said in unison

" Love won! Slava Ukraini."

As we got off stage we shook a few hands and we walked out and upstairs to our apartment.

When we walked in the door Vova closed the door behind us and locked it. He looked at me with a smile and said.

"The last time we were here in this apartment we were in the middle of a war and a fight."

I walked over to him put my arms around his neck and said  "I remember that yes but it was also the night our son was conceived." I gave him a smile he had this huge smile on his face when he kissed me. It did not take long for things to get heated...