curtain call. | kristian kostov

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"And then what happened?" Thalia questioned, a toothy grin present, clearly loving my tale.

Kristian burst in through Thalia's bedroom door, tiny six month old Awsten in his arms.

"I can't get him to sleep," Kristian whisper-shouted, trying to rock the baby.

"Guess we're all in one room then," I tutted, scooping two year old Thalia into my arms. Whenever she couldn't sleep, she'd always ask for mine and Kris' version of our love story: the story of how her parents met.

The four of us all crawled into mine and Kris' bed, and the second Kris' head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Awsten kicked around for a little bit, before following in his fathers footsteps. Just as my eyelids started to drop, Thalia, who I'd assumed asleep, whispered to me in her loud toddler whisper: "And then what?"

"Well..." I completed the story.

It had been five years since I'd done the Eurovision, yet my favourite pass time was to still watch everyone's performances on youtube. I was curled up on the sofa with Lance, Ava and Alex (I'd invested into a larger sofa so we could all now fit comfortably on one together), Romania's performance of Yodel it! taking over the screen.

"I still don't get why you're going so well in Russia but not so good in the UK," Alex hummed, their tablet open on graphs and statistics of my album sales and all over popularity.

The Eurovision had definitely helped my music career all over Europe, just not that much in the UK. I'd already performed two headline shows in Russia, but in the UK I was lucky if I was an opening act.

"Maybe we should just move you out to Russia and base you there," Lance suggested as a joke.

The idea caused a light bulb to go off over Alex's head, and suddenly the four of us stood together in Moscow, ready to boost my music career. A tiny part of me hoped that this would lead me to met Kristian again, as the second the two of us walked away from that stage in Kyiv the only contact we'd had was likes on instagram and texting birthday wishes.

The distance just mentally upset us too much for us to try anything. So we ended practically everything.

But it turns out the cards were in our favour, and I managed to bump into the black haired, dark eyed boy I'd been waiting for, for the past five years.

"And then what?" Thalia pestered.

"You know the rest," I hummed, booing her on the nose.

"He asked you to marry him with Squirrel,"

"Indeed he did, because he knew how much I love cats," I smiled fondly at the memory. "Now sleep."

"But I'm not tired," she stated in a matter of fact manner.

"No Power Rangers tomorrow if you don't try to sleep," I threatened, a glint in my eye as the clock glares it's angry numbers at me.

Thalia's eyes went wide before clamping shut, making fake exaggerated snores. I pecked her lightly on the head, and then rolled over and did the same to Awsten and Kris.

Snuggling into the covers, I let myself drift into my long awaited sleep.

"Night," Kris mumbled, placing a kiss on my forehead. Peeling my eyes open slightly, I gazed at the person who'd added more colour to my world.

"I love you?" he murmured, a simple smile laced across both of our faces.

"I love you too,"