After I Chose You

T h r e e

There is no better feeling in the world than waking up on your own timing, to a well-kept quaint little bedroom that is bathed in golden sunlight.

I sat up in bed and let out a small yawn, stretching my arms out as far as they could go and then rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. This simple task alone screamed a good night's rest—something I hadn't had in a good long while. I had had no nightmares and had been more comfortable than I can ever recall in my entire life. It had been a peaceful night with a glorious morning to follow.

I stepped out of the bed and made my way towards the window. I pushed the floral curtains open even more and let in as much light as I could before peering out of the glass. The grass was a vibrant green below and there were two children playing with a ball—a girl and young boy. I watched their game for a good long while, chuckling when they laughed and beaming at their innocence constantly. After a while, they walked out of sight with their ball and I focused on the song the nearby birds were singing.

I stayed by the window for what seemed forever, soaking in the world's beauty...

Then, I remembered Dmitry and my growling stomach and decided to see if he was awake. I turned around and looked towards the lump on the floor at the foot of the bed. It was Dima, no doubt, but he looked more like a pirozhki from where I stood. I let out a soft laugh and crawled over to his side.

His brown hair was tousled and his joyful brown eyes were shut. I didn't bother waking him—he looked too at peace and I didn't want to ruin it for him. I observed him carefully in the meantime—he was breathing at a steady rate, his body rising and falling, and his eyelids fluttered every now and then, his lips occasionally parting into a sort of smile. He must be having a wonderful dream.

It wasn't long before he spoke, but he didn't open a single eye to do so. "Anya..." he drifted groggily. I felt myself begin to smile and I leaned in towards his face, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek, which caused him to melt into a smile and his cheeks to turn a light shade of red. "What...what are you doing?" He asked before yawning slightly, sitting up, and rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, nothing," I said nonchalantly. I preferred not to respond with, "I stared out the window for about an hour and then resorted to watching you sleep." The last part sounded a little too creepy...

(AN: Creepy Anya 😂 lol sorry continue reading)

"So..." I drifted, wanting to talk about something else. Dima yawned yet again and looked at me, dazed and sleepy. A smirk spread across my face and I changed the topic, "How was that dream of yours?"

Dima's face went beet red at my inquiry and he stared at me, stunned. Finally, after moments of silence, he trailed off, "Was I..."

I chuckled, "Talking?" I paused for suspense and then simply replied, "No." He sighed, obviously relieved, but I wasn't going to let it go so easily. "But," I trailed off, "The way you were smiling said more."

"I was smiling?"

I nodded, laughing softly as he placed his hands over his face in humiliation and sighed, "You're kidding..."

"Oh, Dima," I beamed, scooting over to his side and leaning my head on his shoulder, "You are—"

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Dima held up his index-finger and smiled in a sly way, "Hold that thought." He stood up and made his way to the door as I rolled my eyes and held back the grin playing at the corners of my lips, instead focusing on putting Dima's bedding onto the bed before he opened the door. I succeeded and laid down casually just as Dima creaked the door open, revealing Jean with a small pile of folded clothes in his arms. "Jean," Dmitry smiled warmly, "Come on in."