The Wrong Way Around

7. Aleksandr

A WEEK LATER 

I underestimated Teddy. Moving a four-year-old that was stuck on a schedule was exhausting. For the past week, Teddy and I have been taking Ollie to an occupational and speech therapist who specializes in Autism Spectrum Disorder. Even though he halfway cooperated, it was still stressful on Teddy, which meant it was stressful on me. Millie was the saving grace, excited to move into an even bigger bedroom with an even bigger closet (her request). 

"Moving day is tomorrow, huh?" Koyla asked. 

"Yeah...It can't come soon enough," I asked, yawning. 

"Teddy keeping you up lately?" 

"She insisted I come over last night to learn Oliver's nighttime routine and morning routine." 

"The other day she had you learn about his post-daycare routine. At least she's involving you in his care." 

"Any word from the Polish?" 

"Not much," Koyla nodded. "When are you telling your family about your upcoming nupitals...And the Vors."

"Soon. Let Teddy and the kids settle in. She's still not well enough. I don't remember Mila's first pregnancy being like this...Or this one." 

"We have good kids. Knowing your spawn, you probably grew the antichrist." 

"Don't tell Teddy that. She's still keeping me at arm's length." 

"What's with you and this woman? I've known you to have trouble with women." 

"No woman has said no to me before...Until her," I smirked. "She's going to make a beautiful Queen." 

"Well, I hope she can survive the wives, your sister, and your mother." 

"Which is why, I'm telling our family this weekend about my nuptials. Is Mila suspicious?" 

"She knows I'm hiding Bravta business from her...She hates that shit." 

"Let me get through moving today. It's gonna be hard on Ollie, which will be hard on Teddy. Is his room ready?" "

"Yep...Perfectly identical to his old one." 

"Good. Let's hope that tomorrow goes without a hitch." 

I was wrong. When I entered the house, Teddy was already worked up as was Ollie, with poor Millie playing referee. "Thank god you're here!" Millie said. "Ollie doesn't want to go." 

I heard Ollie through the thin walls and walked inside his bedroom. "Ollie, please, baby...We talked about this with Miss Nancy and Miss Stacey! Aleks and Mommy got your new room ready just like this one. You'll have all your toys, and your stuffies, and your tablet." Ollie whined louder, pulling at his hair. "Ollie, please...I really don't feel good this morning, I just need you to cooperate." 

Teddy went to pull his arm, and Ollie lost it. His tiny mouth opened, realizing the loudest scream I've ever heard. I've tortured many men and heard many screams. But this was awful. His face turned bright red as his tiny arms swung, hitting himself repeatedly as Teddy tried to stop him. Rushing towards them in a panic, I watched as Teddy took a sharp hit to her left breast, causing to gasp. "Teddy!" I shouted, hands out but frozen. I didn't want to hurt the boy. 

Her eyes were watering as she cradled her breast. "I'm fine! They're just more sore and tender...Fuck that hurts..." she whimpered. 

"What do I do?" 

"You need to grab his arms so he won't hurt himself! And hold him tight against your chest!" 

With quick reflexes, I easily snatched him up and held him to my chest as he continued to scream and wither against my tight hold. Lowering myself to the ground, I shushed him. "Tss, malysh. Vse budet khorosho. YA znayu, chto pugayut novyye peremeny, i ty seychas mnogoye perezhivayesh'. Vse budet khorosho."