The Stranger. ( BWWM).

chapter 21.

"Hahahaaaa!!!! " I laughed so hard looking at him. I couldn't control myself. I was continuously laughing and the way I was laughing was not helping at all.

God!!! I have to admit I laugh very ugly.

"Oh my g--- Hahahaa---- Max---Maxim---- I can't----" I felt tears appear on my eyes because how my stomach started hurting because of all the pressure.

"It's not that bad dorogoy. " He said defending and I laughed more hard with his tone.

"Of course it's not bad Maxim. It's not at all bad. It's a disaster--- Hahahaaa!!! " I hit on his chest because I wasn't able to control myself at all. I think I will continue laughing for the whole night and if I don't stop this Russian man would definitely make me suffer some consequences.

"Okay-- Okayy I'll stop. I'll stop!! " I said huffing heavily and calmed myself down and nodded my head agreeing with myself.

I looked at Maxim who had his lips pursed like a kid and his eyebrows furrowed looking at me.

"I won't laugh. I will not la--- Hahaaahaaaaa!!!! " While speaking when I turned my head towards the creation created by Maxim I couldn't hold it back.

"Dorogoy! " I instantly stopped and looked at him he was definitely looking dead serious now.

"Maxim. I can't help it. I mean I appreciate your efforts, I really do. But--- You need a little bit of training okay. " I rubbed his arms softly.

"You come stand here--- I'll fix this first. " I said holding onto his wrist and placing him to the corner of the kitchen.

"You're not doing anything Dorogoy. You tell me what you want I'll do it for you." He commanded and I just ignored him turning around and tied my hair in a loose ponytail.

"I still want to eat cookies Maxim. So, I'm just cleaning this up and after that I'll tell you how to make cookies. Don't worry. " I did as I said and started cleaning up without giving my extra energy. Sure it was difficult to move around and with Maxim's continuous nagging and warning my moments were slowing down.

He did not wanted me to work at all but that doesn't mean right I can't even move, it's not good for the baby so I always do little little things and if not I just slowly walk around in the mansion's garden or in the room itself.

My bump is growing with passing days and my excitement for the future baby has transformed into being extremely nervous about what the future holds for me especially for us. By saying us I mean me and Maxim.

Will I be forever trapped with him?

Of course, Yes. Ain't no way I'm again making that dumb decision of ever running away from Maxim. I won't even think about it.

But I'm worried about the atmosphere, the surrounding, the people, the work and most importantly my baby's father's behavior towards me and our child.

I definitely don't want my child to grow up in a household where the meaning of red color is not love but  blood. I won't ever tolerate that. I don't want him/her to turn out like these lifeless people here who just want to shed tons of blood of poor people.

Initially I thought I would have a conversation about it with Maxim. But than the thought of Maxim being truly aware of his surroundings and still being unbothered crosses my mind.

What I mean to say is I'm not the only parent, it's his child too and if he can come back home with stains of blood on his clothes late at night without any shame and still interact with me knowing very well how this can effect the baby than that means he is absolutely okay about it. He does not wants to change anything. Anything about his life, his people, his behaviour and many more negative things related to him.