Nanny Dearest

Chapter Fifty Six High to Low Day

  "Ruslan." Marya said as she lift her right shoulder up and tilt her head making me stop kissing on her neck. It's the next day and the both of us woke up around six, we left the bedroom at nine since she wants to be product today. I honestly wanted a lazy morning before actually getting up to do shit. 

"Hm?" I hummed pressing against her, she was trying to cook breakfast for everyone and I decided to fuck with her doing so. 

 "Can I make french toast in peace please." She giggle prepping the bread.

"Am I not peaceful?" I whisper in her ear and she covered it turning around facing me.

"You're being districting." Marya reaches wrapping her arms around my neck and I wrap mine around her waist. I kissed her but heard a gag sound and I turn my head back to see Makar rubbing his eyes with a scrunch up face in his pajamas holding his switch.

"Ewwww." He said walking over towards as and squeeze trying to get in the middle of us attempting to push me away.

"Move." I flicked his forehead and he punch my side.

"You move, I'm hungry and you're not helping her." He whined and I picked him up tossing him over my shoulder while he try to get down but start hitting me. I moved away from Marya so she wont get hit while I'm playing around with Makar. 

"No rough housing in the kitchen please and thank you." She said and Makar suck his teeth.

"He started it." Makar complain as I flicked his ear and he punched my leg. Marya gave us both a look.

"It's my kitchen." I corrected her to pick with her a little and she raised an eyebrow.

"Your food too- matter fact come cook it." She demand and I gave her smirk watching her put her hand on her hip showing attitude.

"Fix your face before I do." I told her.

"Or what? You gonna have to see me." Makar chime in and I flick his forehead and he pouted at me rubbing his head going to Marya who was laughing while bending over to give Makar a kiss on his forehead.

"Don't be hitting him." She scold me and I raise an eyebrow leaning over the marble island. 

"You nag me about discipline and when I do that you complain pick one because you can't have both." I point out while she runs Makar forehead babying my son who stare back at me sticking his tongue out. Little brat.

"Not his face, what's wrong with." She ruffles the boy hair before going back to cooking and Makar open the fridge taking a juice box out turning swiftly leaving the kitchen.

"Going to the livingroom." He raise his voice leaving, his little footsteps disappear. I shift my eyes back to Marya watching her, if I'm being honest with myself I didn't expect that I'll be here. I didn't expect that I'd have another person to look after beside my son. It's weird being devoted to another women besides Franciszka. No I'm not making a comparison I know the two is different. 

Eye contact was made when Marya look back at me giving me a smile as I study her face admiring her for a minute. She's warm, that's one of her traits the caught my eye. She radiates home and I like the feeling of that especially it was something I didn't had in a while. I watch the sun peek through the curtain hitting her skin before she started to snap her fingers at me.

"Hey, as much I love being stare at would you like to help me make breakfast? Or have me do all the work while you drooling." She tease and I made my way over pinching her butt hearing her screech but laughter followed by it and she hit my arm.

"You're done, you just plate the last French toast." I said grabbing the plates setting them down on the counter that had space. I look over to see her getting ready to do the dishes, I slide over real quick to wash my hands and make my way to the fridge opening it grabbing the strawberry jelly and chocolate syrup. I spread some jelly on the french toast almost forgetting I open the cabinet scanning what was in there as I found what I was looking for which was the powdered sugar.