The way that it should have been

Chapter 27

"I... I don't know. Something is wrong with my baba, but he wouldn't tell me what is going on. But I can tell that something is very wrong. He told me not to worry because, 'baba will do everything in my power to make everything as ok again, for you, as I possibly can. I promise you that.' He also said that he was already at his home here in Baia. I didn't even know that he had a home here." I was beginning to ramble, and I knew it, but I just couldn't seem to stop myself. (father, daddy)

I looked up into the eyes of the man that I loved more than my own life. And by the look on his face, I knew that he could see my fear, so I didn't even try to hide it from him.

"I'm scared, Mitya. What if there is something wrong with him? What if he is sick or hurt or dying?!" I was so close to sobbing now. Just as close as I was to losing my shit, as they say.

Dimitri took me into his arms and turned to babushka, as she told me to call her on our first day here. (grandmother)

"Do you know what's going on?"

I could see tears in her own eyes, when I turned my head to look at her in desperation, only to see as she nodded her head.

"Can you tell us?"

"No. Abe has to do this. It's better in the long run, for Roza, this way. I am sorry. I am sooo sorry." She said quietly.

She looked at me and I could see it in her eyes her heart was broken, I just didn't know why yet. "I am truly sorry Roza." She whispered.

I was confused but I nodded just the same. In less than twenty minutes we heard a car pull up into the driveway.

"Karo, Sonja, Vika take the kids and their plates upstairs and try to keep them there until we call for you."

"Yes, babushka." They all said as they took the children and all of their plates and glasses upstairs. (grandmother)

Karo carried Zoya while Paul walked beside her carrying his plate and cup. Just as Vika carried hers, Karo's and Zoya's plates and their glasses and Zo's bottle on a tray and Sonja carried her own plate and glass.

Mama, as Olena had insisted that I call her, went, and opened the front door. Baba came straight to me, but he barely took the time to say a word to Olena. As he pulled me into what would have been a bone crushing hug had it been reversed. Or even if it had been Dimitri hugging me this tightly. (daddy)

"I love you kizim, I love you sooo much my kiz bebek." (my daughter, baby girl)

"I love you too baba, now tell me what's wrong." I told him as I led him into the living room by the hand. (daddy)

Everyone, except for baba, took a seat. I could still see tears in babushkin eyes, and they were growing in amount and frequency, but she stayed silent. (daddy, grandmother's)

Baba was pacing the room back and forth back and forth again and again and again in front of the fireplace. I assumed that he was trying to figure out just how to go about telling me whatever it was that was going on. (daddy)

As he paced, I remembered little Paul's reaction when he'd seen my injured hands not too long ago.

*FLASHBACK*

"Auntie Roza?"

"Yes, Pasha?"

"What happened to your hands? They look like they are bruised and were bleeding not too long ago."

I looked down at my hands and they were still bruised from beating that disgusting little moroi worm Roland's zhopa a few days ago. But not as badly as they normally would have been if it weren't for that ointment that babushka had thankfully given to me and insisted that I use upon my hands three times a day and then take home with me. She told me that I would need it several more times before my life on this Earth was done. I didn't know what that meant but I agreed. I looked at Dimitri and then to Karo, because I didn't know what to tell Paul and I hated to lie to my little man. (ass, grandmother)