I Think I Could Love You Forever

Chapter 3: Hello

"Was it..." I gulped before finishing the question, knowing Dima was gonna laugh, "a dirty video?" He stared at me from the doorway before he started laughing, but what surprised me is that he didn't seem bothered by this. "Kinda, yeah." "How do you talk so comfortably about something like this?" He smiled, watching as I got out of bed. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger," Dima said as he left the room. I kinda just followed him, not really sure what to do. "So when can I meet your son so I can stop coming over after 22?" I laughed, holding his hand. Maybe tonight at dinner you can meet him... but there is something I should mention..." He sat down with a cup of coffee, waiting for me to speak. "I never told Nikita I was seeing someone, he thinks our dates when he's home are when I film videos with other people," Dima nodded his head, smiling. "He's 4, there really is no reason he should know before he meets me." I kissed his cheek, turning on my phone so I could record another video. "Dim, someone has a question for us," I said as I showed him the phone. "Are you.. What!?" I laughed, looking at it again. "They wanna know if we're.. uh.. you know." He laughed, flipping off the camera which made me laugh. "That's really none of your business if we're fuckin or not." I paused the filming, asking Dima if he could do something a little shocking. "Okay, is it to question people more?" "Dim, I'm planning on coming out soon, can we just do little things until then?" He smiled, picking me up by the waist, taking me back to the bedroom. I set up the phone, getting ready to record. He held me up again, then dropped me on the bed, kissing and undressing me. He wasn't gonna stop.

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"Hmm, babe, you're gorgeous..." I said to him, as if drunk, while he was holding me. "You're acting funny," Dima said to me as he pulled me closer, a strange grin on his face. "Am I?" "Yeah..." I blinked a few times, making him laugh. We continued our day, just going about things normally. I sent him home to get ready before I picked up Nikita, a warm smile on his face as he got in his car. "I'll see you tonight," He said before leaving. "I sure hope so!" He laughed as I leaned in for a kiss, his hand being placed on my ass. "Dima!" He smiled, Eskimo kissing me.

30 Minutes Later

"Hey, Nikita, I wanna tell you about something..." I said as he put his seatbelt on. "What is it, Papa?" He looked up with a big smile, a feeling in my stomach. "I'm sorry I haven't been around as much these past few months, and I'm about to tell you why... I have a boyfriend, and you're gonna meet him tonight." "What's a boyfriend?" I smiled, explaining what a boyfriend was. "Do you work with him?" "I do actually," I answered as I drove into the driveway. I noticed a familiar figure on the porch smoking a cigarette, giving me a strange look. "I told you to go home," I said as I rolled my eyes, a laugh coming from his lips. "Nikita, this is Dima, he's my boyfriend." Nikita instantly knew who he was, looking at me, then back at Dima. "He's your boyfriend?" Dima laughed and nodded, putting down the cigarette. "So are we going out in a bit or are you cooking?" I laughed, leading Nikita to the door. "We're going out." "Fancy or casual?" "Casual," I answered as I grabbed his hand, going into the house. "Dima, you really were supposed to leave and come back," I told him as Nikita ran upstairs. "I know, but I didn't wanna wait." I kissed him before closing the door, his hands around my waist. "Babe, I've been thinking... What if we move in together?" I looked straight up at him, surprised by his words. "Wha-what do you mean?" I smiled kinda crazy, but he didn't seem surprised by this reaction. "Well, we've been together for a few months, and I never wanna go home, so why don't we live together?"

"You're meeting my son tonight!"

"I'll get to know him."

"Dima, please, let's not do this. Not yet, anyway."

"Fine, okay. So is this outfit fine for dinner?" I laughed at Dima's question, nodding. Dima gave me a lot to think about over the next 30 minutes. Things he'd said and done had me thinking, but Ani's words were intertwined with these thoughts. Are we going too fast? What if we break up next week? What am I gonna say to Nikita? "Babe, you need to go home." I told him, basically pushing him out the door. "Come back around 18:30." I shut the door, sighing. I then noticed Nikita watching me with a sad look on his face. "What's wrong, sweetie?" I asked the boy, getting on my knees to reach his height as he walked over to me. "Is he coming back?" I was surprised to hear this question. "Yes, he's coming back. We're gonna have dinner tonight." I picked up the 4 year old, making him laugh. "You wanna work with Daddy?" I asked him, laughing. "Yeah!" I put Nikita down, his eyes shining bright. "Ok, let me just set up the phone."

Nikita filmed videos with me, "money" (aka viewers) rolling in. "Oh, Nik, it's time to get ready for dinner. Go get changed." The doorbell rang as Nikita made his way up the first few steps. "I'll get that, you go get changed," He nodded, running up to his room. "Coming!" I shouted, making my way through the hall. I opened the door, a horrifying surprise awaiting me.

"Hello."