Even if the sky is falling down - A Volodymyr Zelenskyy fanfiction

Chapter 18 - Victory of life over death

Volodymyr returned to his office five days later. As soon as he started to work again, he was busy during the whole day. He needed to catch up everything that he missed in his eyes or that stuck during his abscence. It was in fact just a week that he was out of charge, but as he had done work for two weeks within one before, it was work for three weeks he has to do parallel. It took all his time. And of course, at his first day back in office he started an investigation to find the perpetrator who killed Maksim and who tried to kill himself, the president. He was kind of obsessed with that what is understandable on the one hand because this monster took a life and was close to change the forthgone of this war. But at the other hand, Volodymyr took it way too personal. He wanted to be informed about every single suspicion the investigators checked. He spent most of his time making clear that the perpetrator won't escape his deserved punishment.

For me, all this was too much. I decided to stay in background. The fact that Volodymyr didn't even notice that I didn't look for more contact with him than we had in office showed me that he completely changed his focus. I could understand, but not at all. He won't find the perpetrator faster than his team could. But as of now, the whole war is much more personal for him. I could see that every day.

So, the days passed by without me telling him about my secret. It's not that I forgot about it. I get every day remembered about my pregnancy. The nausea was hard from the beginning. At nights, it is even worse and due to that, I can't sleep much. But Volodymyr also doesn't notice that because when he sleeps at night, he does it not by my side but instead in the bunker. Also, my whole body starts to hurt, as if I would run a marathon and don't come to an end. And I cry much more. Even the small things throw me tears in my eyes. I can't fight them back most of the time.

Then, at once, the moment of telling him arrived. It was not a moment that I had in mind for that, but suddenly, there was the need to tell him the truth.

It started with Piotr coming to me telling me that the president expects me in his office. I wonder about that, 'cause Volodymyr didn't ask for me in the past days. Nonetheless, I follow the invitation and make my way to the office.

"Come in and lock the door behind you", Volodymyr says as soon as he takes sight of me. I follow his demand and come closer to him. "What's up?", I ask him. "We have him. There was an arrest. It's not a 100 per cent clear yet that it was him, but there is certain evidence. We try to get a confession from him", Volodymyr tells me. "Aren't these great news?", he adds. "Of course. I'm happy that the guy was caught", I say. Deep inside, I hope that they got the right one.

Volodymyr suddenly gives me a sign to come around the table. I do and when I stop in front of him, he guides me to sit down his lap. He starts kissing me. Soon, the kisses become more passionate, and I can feel his bulge hardening. "Do you want to do me a favor?", he whispers in my ear. To be honest, I'm not really in the mood, but I don't dare to say no. So, I simply nod.

"Then I'd love to get a blowjob", he says. I slide down his lap onto my knees, placing myself between his legs. He remains sitting in his office chair. I start to unzip his trousers and take his errected masculinity out. I lean down and take him in my mouth, starting to suck his penis. As soon as I do so, he throws his head in his neck and starts to moan.

I continue for a while, but suddenly, he presses one hand at the back of my head, pushing forward. He also starts to thrust a little, making his penis slide deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat.

I feel nausea setting in. I try to fight it back, letting him continue his pleasure. But it doesn't work, I need to vomit. So, I push back, leaning over to the near rubbish bin and puke in it.

When I am ready, I lean back in an upright sitting position. I force myself to face Volodymyr. He looks at me, kind of surprised, amused. "What was that?", he then asks. "I'm sorry", I set on. "I - ", I break off. I feel tears building up in my eyes. "Hey", Volodymyr says, closing his trousers, standing up, guiding me to follow.

He simply takes me in his arms. Within his hug, I feel safe. Safe enough to tell him.

"I'm pregnant", I say.

He breaks the hug, facing me. This time, I can't read his face or even his eyes. Both show kind of every emotion there is.

"Please, say something", I beg him.

Instead, he puts his hand under my T-shirt, laying his hand on my lower belly.

"We're getting a baby?!", he then states. "Yes", I say, smiling insecure.

He takes my face into his hands and kisses me again.

"This is - a surprise", he then says. "But I am happy. I did everything right when I pushed you behind me and took the shot. This is a sign, clearly. A sign for our victory. The victory of life over death".