(("this fanfiction is advancing too fast" anda say as i skip ahead a bulan and a half until i tell anda that even with that planned out this fic is going to have at least 38 chapters))
((tallys pov again it will be until i say differently))
Turkey and I's vacation lasted about a week after that nice whole event, right after which, I went on my trip with Ivan that I spoke briefly about. That had been my 3rd trip to Russia in the past year, not that I minded, of course. As expected, both of them were a complete blast and amazing experience, enhanced oleh the fact that I got to spend each of them with two people I care about immensely. oleh now, it had been about two weeks since the ending of Rushy and I's vacation, and things were going pretty smoothly between us. Our relationship was completely healed up immediately, as if the whole argument thing had never even happened. Which was really good, considering the news I found out somewhere around February 24th. News that the two of us had been anticipating and hoping for for months on end, but seemed so impossibly out of reach before that night. It was a fairly typical hari at first, Ivan heading off to his work, while I decided to spend the hari in a nice little coffee toko in Seattle. Not exactly the best coffee, it was certainly very bland compared to the Turkish kind I quickly became accustomed to weeks earlier, but the place itself was too warm and cozy not to occasionally visit, with jazz musik practically blaring throughout the place. Rain pattering against the windows as is usual in Seattle provided a backdrop so perfect, it almost seemed like something you'd see in a televisi show.
Three hours atau so I had been sitting there in a corner, watching the rain outside, talking to people I knew, and occasionally using the cafes free wifi to aimlessly surf the internet. Perhaps I would have stayed there even longer, if weren't for a sudden feeling of soreness in my breasts as well as the frequent loss of breath despite not doing anything requiring physical activity. Over the past few weeks, I had experienced things like this a lot, along with many other acak symptoms. Googling whatever these may be separately always came up inconclusive, for the majority of what showed up was the far-out bullshit everyone seems to find when searching their own medical problems: Things like breast cancer, strokes, jantung attacks, etc., Never did those results every really worry me, for I knew they were completely ridiculous. No way in hell I'd be able to have everything that came up at the same time. Going to a doctor was the best choice, but I didn't have much time for that on this particular day. Nighttime was nearing, and I had promised myself that I'd get halaman awal before Russia did. Later, I planned to call and set up an appointment date. For now, heading halaman awal was the best choice.
On the fairly short walk from the toko to my apartment, I couldn't help but ponder over all these things to myself, wondering just what was happening to me. At first, I had assumed it was all due to something bad happening in my state, whether it be politically atau naturally, though I had never experienced anything like this before. However, I never heard about anything big going on, not even upon asking state officials. Rules out that option, as I'd at least usually get a call about state-related issues. Therefore, it had to be nothing but actual human functions. What, though? A simple explanation popped into my head as I walked along the sidewalk in the pouring rain, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey tank-top, and an unbuttoned dark blue flannel shirt, staring straight ahead of me. My first reaction towards the thought was immediate dismissal, despite how pleasing the situation was. Pregnancy? Nah, don't be silly. That's just what anda hope it is. Perhaps it was nothing but my optimistic side showing, but as I continued to toy with the though, my grin broadening as I did so, the lebih sense it made. Quite honestly, I didn't know very many signs of pregnancy, but the two I did know about, soreness in the breasts and late/missed periods, I fit the criteria for.
At the thought of possibly being pregnant with my very own child, I giggled out loud, causing a few people to cast strange looks at me. Eh, fuck them, who needs 'em. Rushy would be ECSTATIC! We had only purposely tried for a child once, which unfortunately proved worthless. From then on, we never used protection during sex, but it was, up until that point, to no avail. The topic had been discussed so many times in between us two albeit all of this, out of sheer hope that we would perhaps get somewhere. Now, obviously walking along the street, I had no idea whether atau not pregnancy really WAS the case, but there was no use not trying to find out. Barely a block away from my current position stood a drug store that sold supposedly reliable pregnancy tests, I would have to pass it trying to get home, anyways. I almost sprinted there before remembering my loss of breath problem. That, for the most part, had stopped for a brief while, but it could start back at any moment. Running would do absolutely nothing to help that. Especially with my laptop, which sat in a messenger bag swung over my shoulder, swinging lightly against my hip, in this type of downpour. If I slipped, I'd go sprawling, breaking the laptop and -on a much worse, but less plausible note- causing a miscarriage. Causing a miscarriage, especially my own, was my worst nightmare.
To avoid potential disaster, I simply walked the short distance. Entering the drug store caused a small bel, bell to ring overhead in the doorway, a quiet sound, but it carried throughout the fairly large store. Not many people were in here with me, only the workers at the counter and a few miscellaneous people here and there. With quick strides, I walked right over to the aisle where pregnancy tests sat, choosing whichever seemed most reliable. Unable to hide the smile on my face, I headed towards the checkout counter and laid the lone item on it to pay. A woman with stringy, light brown hair tied back in a straight ponytail checked it out for me, smiling weakly in my general direction. After fumbling through the smaller pockets of my laptop case, I payed with a five dollar bill, rushing out with the test in my hand before I could bother to get any change. Change didn't matter to me as long as I had this test, I'd pay any amount of money for it. My jantung pounded even just holding the box, knowing what it had the potential to tell me. In the back of my mind, the gloomy possibility that I was not pregnant still lingered, but I tried my best to avoid it. Why ruin my bright mood? It's making me feel a lot better even physically, for I was too caught up to notice how aching my chest area felt. Besides, focusing on the bad might have some crazy batshit nocebo effect, like I fuckin' know.
Russia was still gone oleh the time I got back, which delighted me. If I was pregnant, I could tell him as a surprise. If I was not pregnant, his hopes wouldn't be up for nothing. I was almost shaking as I rushed to the bathroom arriving at halaman awal and took the actual test stick out of the small blue box cardboard box it sat in. Forcing myself to stay entirely sturdy, I actually took the test as fast as I could. Looking at the stick afterwards, the high-pitched squeal that I emitted hurt my own ear drums. On the small display screen sat two thin lines, signifying a positive pregnancy test. My breathing began to get very heavy again, though this time, it was out of excitement. There was never a moment that I had been happier in my life than this one. Pregnant! I was actually pregnant! This was the one thing I wanted most in my life, a baby of my own. Tears formed in my eyes and quickly spilled over because of how incredibly happy I was feeling. Multiple times, I rechecked the test that I held in my severely quivering hand. Though I was previously never a religious person, all I could do was pray to whatever higher figure may be out there that this test was accurate and that nothing bad would happen over the course of my pregnancy.
Beautiful scenarios danced rapidly through my head, ones of Russia and I holding our child, feeding them, taking them to their first hari of kindergarten, bathing them, etc., Even pictures of their eventual teenage years and college graduation made my jantung feel as if it were about to burst with excitement. Although Ivan and I were only boyfriend and girlfriend at the time, we were just in cinta with the idea of raising our child together as we were truly with each other. Speaking of Rushy, he'd probably be halaman awal soon. Forcing myself to get collected was hard, but I wanted to make it a complete surprise. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to walk out of the bathroom, and almost right into Russia himself. In my private celebration, I suppose I never heard the door to the apartment open. "Tally...?" Was the first thing he asked, a bit of concern reflected in his gorgeous purple eyes. "Are anda okay? I heard these weird screaming noises coming from the bathroom and anda didn't respond to what I said, so I assumed anda were in trouble.."
Ivan's pertanyaan caused me to laugh at how completely off it was from the actual topic. "Silly, silly, Rushyyy~" Sung I in response, holding the pregnancy test behind my back and swaying back and forth on the balls and heels of my feet. "Everything is better than perfect!!!" Before he could reply, I kissed him once on the lips, quickly but passionately. Eyes widening, his laugh sounded a little nervous when he finally questioned "Are anda sure...?". No answer from me, I simply continued to rock back and forth like that, unable to hide my large grin. The sight of seeing my grin made him smile too, stroking his right hand down the side of my face as we stared into each others eyes. After a moment of this, I thrust the pregnancy test in his face, giggling uncontrollably. Russia flinched at first because of my hand unexpectedly flying towards his face, but then slowly relaxed into focusing in on the test. Presumably, he was trying to process what he was looking at when he tilted his head to the side slightly, staring at the test with a confused expression. Holy shit he looked so adorable doing that, to the point where I couldn't help but giggle more. Giggling like some excited little fangirl was somewhat embarrassing and childish, but at the moment, I couldn't help it, nor did I honestly care too much.
anda could immediately tell when Russia acknowledged just what he was looking at, for his eyes, as well as his smile, widened immensely. I was too distracted oleh my own joy as well as seeing Rushy so joyful that is thoroughly surprised me when he hugged me tighter than I've ever felt before and picked up like that, swinging me around a little. "ой моя бог!", the Russian way to say "Oh my God", exclaimed he, arms still tightly pressing me against him. "T-This is so great!!! I.. Wow!!! Yes, I'm so happy!!!" Though he struggled to find the right words, it was evident what Ivan was attempting to convey oleh the way positive tears were welling up in his eyes too. oleh now, my own jubilant tears ran silently down my face, dripping down off of my chin. In response to his claim, I nodded, resting my hands on his shoulders. "I know, I know!!! It's all I've EVER wanted!!"
"Me too!!! My prayers have finally been answered it seems~..!" Ivan replied exultantly, pressing his forehead against mine. "Hehehe, we're going to be the best parents in the world."
"Indeed we are!!! Donno if I can stand to wait these nine long months."
"Same here... But we can use that time to plan for the baby, da? To tell people, choose names, buy things, that type of stuff." Although in writing, his English may sound practically impeccable, it was very much faltering in reality. Due to nothing but pure excitement, he occasionally slipped up in his words, most of the time accidentally replacing English words with their Russian equivalent. Luckily, I could easily understand both languages, but even so, it was precious watching him slip up like that. Why it was so precious to me I really can't explain, but hey, everything about him is like that to me.
"Man, that all sounds so fun... I can't wait!!! Might as well go ahead and tell people, eh? I could just call up my friends and stuff about it." The idea of that sounded grand to me, for I could barely contain to keep in what all had happened. lebih people knowing, the better!!! Surely they all would be happy for me!! Because of this, I didn't expect there to be any objection, it was a suggestion, not a question. Despite my opinions, however, Rushy hesitated a menit before mumbling "I guess so..."
"...Why not?" Questioned I, noticing the reluctant tone in his voice.
"Well, I just wanted to celebrate it oleh ourselves for a little while, if anda don't mind.." Russia looked down as he spoke, as if afraid to meet my gaze atau something.
"We're still here together!" I replied, laughing. "Don't worry, for now, I'm only calling that gang thing, anda know which one I'm talking about. Right now, I'm too excited not to share it, ahaha."
A hint of a smile appeared on his face again. "Alright, anda have a point. anda call while I figure out some way we can celebrate this whole ordeal that would still be aman, brankas for the baby, okay?"
Before, he had not mentioned an ACTUAL celebration atau party type thing, only casually used the word, therefore the komentar was slightly unexpected. Albeit that, I just smiled and replied "Okay~". before walking out of the bathroom to call some of my closest friends.
Out of that small gang of men who at one point vowed to protect me when Belarus, Rushy's little sister, stabbed me a few times due to even larger jealousy problems than her brother's, only one of them I had time to call. That one person being Finland. Excellent, for whatever reason, I thought he'd be the one who cared the most. Finland, another of my other best friend's, was in fact the first one I called, knowing he'd be extremely happy for me. Months ago, when Ivan and I were first trying for a child, pretending it was "an accident" to most people though of course it wasn't, Fin overheard us talking about our plan one time while spending the night at my apartment. The man was overjoyed, somewhat strangely, considering he actually did have a crush on me. Despite not technically being related to either of us, he claimed that he would be "an uncle. Heheh, Uncle Finny." Not literally, obviously, but I could see where he could serve as one in a way. Kind of like Uncle Joey on Full House.
His response was exactly how it was before, though multiplied because the pregnancy was certain this time.
"Tally!" Was the first word spoken during our conversation, from him to me, before I had even told him anything.
"Hey Tino!" I shot back. "Called to tell anda something."
"Really? What is it?" The anticipation in his voice was evident. If only I could see the expression on his face when he heard! There was no reason, in my opinion, not to immediately jump to the chase. "I'm pregnant!"
"Are anda serious?!?! That's great!" Yelled Fin. When I say yelled, I mean yelled. From where I was standing, I could see Russia now in a beanbag across the room, watching me wordlessly. At the expression he made after Finland's shriek, anda could tell that even from all the way over there, he could hear him.
"Yes, yes, I'm entirely serious!!! Found out a few menit ago."
"Well that's great!! What's it's name gonna be??" anda could practically hear him smiling from his tone of voice.
"Not sure, we haven't actually discussed that yet. I'll tell anda as soon as I find out what our puncak, atas picks for a girl and puncak, atas picks for a boy would be."
"Okay, thanks! Does Russia know already?"
"Well of course he does! Speaking of Russia, he really wants me to make all these phone calls short so we can do something to celebrate. So I'm going to leave for now, but I promise I'll call anda back later and we can talk aaaall about this. Alright?"
"Aww, okay. Bye Tally."
"Bye Finny."
Before I could even click a button to dial someone else's number, Ivan gently grabbed me from behind, holding me oleh my upper waist. From there, he laid his head in the nook of my shoulder and neck, closing his eyes and rubbing my stomach with one hand. The motion was so sweet and soothing that I couldn't help but ciuman his cheek. At that, he blushed slightly, mumbling in a voice dripping with complete adoration "I cinta you, anda know that?".
"Mm, of course I know that. I cinta anda too, very much." It was the truth entirely. Rushy was absolutely my everything and, despite his jealousy and protectiveness issues, one of the best men I had met in my entire life. He was always sweet and kind to me, making at least an attempt to tampil his love. What with the horrible childhood he had suffered through, I guess it's only natural to be protective of people anda care about. Surely he'd give our own new child the best anda could ask for once they were born. Damn, he was such a sweetie. How did I get so lucky?? There was absolutely no one in the world whom I'd prefer to father my child.
((tallys pov again it will be until i say differently))
Turkey and I's vacation lasted about a week after that nice whole event, right after which, I went on my trip with Ivan that I spoke briefly about. That had been my 3rd trip to Russia in the past year, not that I minded, of course. As expected, both of them were a complete blast and amazing experience, enhanced oleh the fact that I got to spend each of them with two people I care about immensely. oleh now, it had been about two weeks since the ending of Rushy and I's vacation, and things were going pretty smoothly between us. Our relationship was completely healed up immediately, as if the whole argument thing had never even happened. Which was really good, considering the news I found out somewhere around February 24th. News that the two of us had been anticipating and hoping for for months on end, but seemed so impossibly out of reach before that night. It was a fairly typical hari at first, Ivan heading off to his work, while I decided to spend the hari in a nice little coffee toko in Seattle. Not exactly the best coffee, it was certainly very bland compared to the Turkish kind I quickly became accustomed to weeks earlier, but the place itself was too warm and cozy not to occasionally visit, with jazz musik practically blaring throughout the place. Rain pattering against the windows as is usual in Seattle provided a backdrop so perfect, it almost seemed like something you'd see in a televisi show.
Three hours atau so I had been sitting there in a corner, watching the rain outside, talking to people I knew, and occasionally using the cafes free wifi to aimlessly surf the internet. Perhaps I would have stayed there even longer, if weren't for a sudden feeling of soreness in my breasts as well as the frequent loss of breath despite not doing anything requiring physical activity. Over the past few weeks, I had experienced things like this a lot, along with many other acak symptoms. Googling whatever these may be separately always came up inconclusive, for the majority of what showed up was the far-out bullshit everyone seems to find when searching their own medical problems: Things like breast cancer, strokes, jantung attacks, etc., Never did those results every really worry me, for I knew they were completely ridiculous. No way in hell I'd be able to have everything that came up at the same time. Going to a doctor was the best choice, but I didn't have much time for that on this particular day. Nighttime was nearing, and I had promised myself that I'd get halaman awal before Russia did. Later, I planned to call and set up an appointment date. For now, heading halaman awal was the best choice.
On the fairly short walk from the toko to my apartment, I couldn't help but ponder over all these things to myself, wondering just what was happening to me. At first, I had assumed it was all due to something bad happening in my state, whether it be politically atau naturally, though I had never experienced anything like this before. However, I never heard about anything big going on, not even upon asking state officials. Rules out that option, as I'd at least usually get a call about state-related issues. Therefore, it had to be nothing but actual human functions. What, though? A simple explanation popped into my head as I walked along the sidewalk in the pouring rain, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey tank-top, and an unbuttoned dark blue flannel shirt, staring straight ahead of me. My first reaction towards the thought was immediate dismissal, despite how pleasing the situation was. Pregnancy? Nah, don't be silly. That's just what anda hope it is. Perhaps it was nothing but my optimistic side showing, but as I continued to toy with the though, my grin broadening as I did so, the lebih sense it made. Quite honestly, I didn't know very many signs of pregnancy, but the two I did know about, soreness in the breasts and late/missed periods, I fit the criteria for.
At the thought of possibly being pregnant with my very own child, I giggled out loud, causing a few people to cast strange looks at me. Eh, fuck them, who needs 'em. Rushy would be ECSTATIC! We had only purposely tried for a child once, which unfortunately proved worthless. From then on, we never used protection during sex, but it was, up until that point, to no avail. The topic had been discussed so many times in between us two albeit all of this, out of sheer hope that we would perhaps get somewhere. Now, obviously walking along the street, I had no idea whether atau not pregnancy really WAS the case, but there was no use not trying to find out. Barely a block away from my current position stood a drug store that sold supposedly reliable pregnancy tests, I would have to pass it trying to get home, anyways. I almost sprinted there before remembering my loss of breath problem. That, for the most part, had stopped for a brief while, but it could start back at any moment. Running would do absolutely nothing to help that. Especially with my laptop, which sat in a messenger bag swung over my shoulder, swinging lightly against my hip, in this type of downpour. If I slipped, I'd go sprawling, breaking the laptop and -on a much worse, but less plausible note- causing a miscarriage. Causing a miscarriage, especially my own, was my worst nightmare.
To avoid potential disaster, I simply walked the short distance. Entering the drug store caused a small bel, bell to ring overhead in the doorway, a quiet sound, but it carried throughout the fairly large store. Not many people were in here with me, only the workers at the counter and a few miscellaneous people here and there. With quick strides, I walked right over to the aisle where pregnancy tests sat, choosing whichever seemed most reliable. Unable to hide the smile on my face, I headed towards the checkout counter and laid the lone item on it to pay. A woman with stringy, light brown hair tied back in a straight ponytail checked it out for me, smiling weakly in my general direction. After fumbling through the smaller pockets of my laptop case, I payed with a five dollar bill, rushing out with the test in my hand before I could bother to get any change. Change didn't matter to me as long as I had this test, I'd pay any amount of money for it. My jantung pounded even just holding the box, knowing what it had the potential to tell me. In the back of my mind, the gloomy possibility that I was not pregnant still lingered, but I tried my best to avoid it. Why ruin my bright mood? It's making me feel a lot better even physically, for I was too caught up to notice how aching my chest area felt. Besides, focusing on the bad might have some crazy batshit nocebo effect, like I fuckin' know.
Russia was still gone oleh the time I got back, which delighted me. If I was pregnant, I could tell him as a surprise. If I was not pregnant, his hopes wouldn't be up for nothing. I was almost shaking as I rushed to the bathroom arriving at halaman awal and took the actual test stick out of the small blue box cardboard box it sat in. Forcing myself to stay entirely sturdy, I actually took the test as fast as I could. Looking at the stick afterwards, the high-pitched squeal that I emitted hurt my own ear drums. On the small display screen sat two thin lines, signifying a positive pregnancy test. My breathing began to get very heavy again, though this time, it was out of excitement. There was never a moment that I had been happier in my life than this one. Pregnant! I was actually pregnant! This was the one thing I wanted most in my life, a baby of my own. Tears formed in my eyes and quickly spilled over because of how incredibly happy I was feeling. Multiple times, I rechecked the test that I held in my severely quivering hand. Though I was previously never a religious person, all I could do was pray to whatever higher figure may be out there that this test was accurate and that nothing bad would happen over the course of my pregnancy.
Beautiful scenarios danced rapidly through my head, ones of Russia and I holding our child, feeding them, taking them to their first hari of kindergarten, bathing them, etc., Even pictures of their eventual teenage years and college graduation made my jantung feel as if it were about to burst with excitement. Although Ivan and I were only boyfriend and girlfriend at the time, we were just in cinta with the idea of raising our child together as we were truly with each other. Speaking of Rushy, he'd probably be halaman awal soon. Forcing myself to get collected was hard, but I wanted to make it a complete surprise. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to walk out of the bathroom, and almost right into Russia himself. In my private celebration, I suppose I never heard the door to the apartment open. "Tally...?" Was the first thing he asked, a bit of concern reflected in his gorgeous purple eyes. "Are anda okay? I heard these weird screaming noises coming from the bathroom and anda didn't respond to what I said, so I assumed anda were in trouble.."
Ivan's pertanyaan caused me to laugh at how completely off it was from the actual topic. "Silly, silly, Rushyyy~" Sung I in response, holding the pregnancy test behind my back and swaying back and forth on the balls and heels of my feet. "Everything is better than perfect!!!" Before he could reply, I kissed him once on the lips, quickly but passionately. Eyes widening, his laugh sounded a little nervous when he finally questioned "Are anda sure...?". No answer from me, I simply continued to rock back and forth like that, unable to hide my large grin. The sight of seeing my grin made him smile too, stroking his right hand down the side of my face as we stared into each others eyes. After a moment of this, I thrust the pregnancy test in his face, giggling uncontrollably. Russia flinched at first because of my hand unexpectedly flying towards his face, but then slowly relaxed into focusing in on the test. Presumably, he was trying to process what he was looking at when he tilted his head to the side slightly, staring at the test with a confused expression. Holy shit he looked so adorable doing that, to the point where I couldn't help but giggle more. Giggling like some excited little fangirl was somewhat embarrassing and childish, but at the moment, I couldn't help it, nor did I honestly care too much.
anda could immediately tell when Russia acknowledged just what he was looking at, for his eyes, as well as his smile, widened immensely. I was too distracted oleh my own joy as well as seeing Rushy so joyful that is thoroughly surprised me when he hugged me tighter than I've ever felt before and picked up like that, swinging me around a little. "ой моя бог!", the Russian way to say "Oh my God", exclaimed he, arms still tightly pressing me against him. "T-This is so great!!! I.. Wow!!! Yes, I'm so happy!!!" Though he struggled to find the right words, it was evident what Ivan was attempting to convey oleh the way positive tears were welling up in his eyes too. oleh now, my own jubilant tears ran silently down my face, dripping down off of my chin. In response to his claim, I nodded, resting my hands on his shoulders. "I know, I know!!! It's all I've EVER wanted!!"
"Me too!!! My prayers have finally been answered it seems~..!" Ivan replied exultantly, pressing his forehead against mine. "Hehehe, we're going to be the best parents in the world."
"Indeed we are!!! Donno if I can stand to wait these nine long months."
"Same here... But we can use that time to plan for the baby, da? To tell people, choose names, buy things, that type of stuff." Although in writing, his English may sound practically impeccable, it was very much faltering in reality. Due to nothing but pure excitement, he occasionally slipped up in his words, most of the time accidentally replacing English words with their Russian equivalent. Luckily, I could easily understand both languages, but even so, it was precious watching him slip up like that. Why it was so precious to me I really can't explain, but hey, everything about him is like that to me.
"Man, that all sounds so fun... I can't wait!!! Might as well go ahead and tell people, eh? I could just call up my friends and stuff about it." The idea of that sounded grand to me, for I could barely contain to keep in what all had happened. lebih people knowing, the better!!! Surely they all would be happy for me!! Because of this, I didn't expect there to be any objection, it was a suggestion, not a question. Despite my opinions, however, Rushy hesitated a menit before mumbling "I guess so..."
"...Why not?" Questioned I, noticing the reluctant tone in his voice.
"Well, I just wanted to celebrate it oleh ourselves for a little while, if anda don't mind.." Russia looked down as he spoke, as if afraid to meet my gaze atau something.
"We're still here together!" I replied, laughing. "Don't worry, for now, I'm only calling that gang thing, anda know which one I'm talking about. Right now, I'm too excited not to share it, ahaha."
A hint of a smile appeared on his face again. "Alright, anda have a point. anda call while I figure out some way we can celebrate this whole ordeal that would still be aman, brankas for the baby, okay?"
Before, he had not mentioned an ACTUAL celebration atau party type thing, only casually used the word, therefore the komentar was slightly unexpected. Albeit that, I just smiled and replied "Okay~". before walking out of the bathroom to call some of my closest friends.
Out of that small gang of men who at one point vowed to protect me when Belarus, Rushy's little sister, stabbed me a few times due to even larger jealousy problems than her brother's, only one of them I had time to call. That one person being Finland. Excellent, for whatever reason, I thought he'd be the one who cared the most. Finland, another of my other best friend's, was in fact the first one I called, knowing he'd be extremely happy for me. Months ago, when Ivan and I were first trying for a child, pretending it was "an accident" to most people though of course it wasn't, Fin overheard us talking about our plan one time while spending the night at my apartment. The man was overjoyed, somewhat strangely, considering he actually did have a crush on me. Despite not technically being related to either of us, he claimed that he would be "an uncle. Heheh, Uncle Finny." Not literally, obviously, but I could see where he could serve as one in a way. Kind of like Uncle Joey on Full House.
His response was exactly how it was before, though multiplied because the pregnancy was certain this time.
"Tally!" Was the first word spoken during our conversation, from him to me, before I had even told him anything.
"Hey Tino!" I shot back. "Called to tell anda something."
"Really? What is it?" The anticipation in his voice was evident. If only I could see the expression on his face when he heard! There was no reason, in my opinion, not to immediately jump to the chase. "I'm pregnant!"
"Are anda serious?!?! That's great!" Yelled Fin. When I say yelled, I mean yelled. From where I was standing, I could see Russia now in a beanbag across the room, watching me wordlessly. At the expression he made after Finland's shriek, anda could tell that even from all the way over there, he could hear him.
"Yes, yes, I'm entirely serious!!! Found out a few menit ago."
"Well that's great!! What's it's name gonna be??" anda could practically hear him smiling from his tone of voice.
"Not sure, we haven't actually discussed that yet. I'll tell anda as soon as I find out what our puncak, atas picks for a girl and puncak, atas picks for a boy would be."
"Okay, thanks! Does Russia know already?"
"Well of course he does! Speaking of Russia, he really wants me to make all these phone calls short so we can do something to celebrate. So I'm going to leave for now, but I promise I'll call anda back later and we can talk aaaall about this. Alright?"
"Aww, okay. Bye Tally."
"Bye Finny."
Before I could even click a button to dial someone else's number, Ivan gently grabbed me from behind, holding me oleh my upper waist. From there, he laid his head in the nook of my shoulder and neck, closing his eyes and rubbing my stomach with one hand. The motion was so sweet and soothing that I couldn't help but ciuman his cheek. At that, he blushed slightly, mumbling in a voice dripping with complete adoration "I cinta you, anda know that?".
"Mm, of course I know that. I cinta anda too, very much." It was the truth entirely. Rushy was absolutely my everything and, despite his jealousy and protectiveness issues, one of the best men I had met in my entire life. He was always sweet and kind to me, making at least an attempt to tampil his love. What with the horrible childhood he had suffered through, I guess it's only natural to be protective of people anda care about. Surely he'd give our own new child the best anda could ask for once they were born. Damn, he was such a sweetie. How did I get so lucky?? There was absolutely no one in the world whom I'd prefer to father my child.
(("this fanfiction is advancing too fast" anda say as i skip ahead a bulan and a half until i tell anda that even with that planned out this fic is going to have at least 38 chapters))
((tallys pov again it will be until i say differently))
Turkey and I's vacation lasted about a week after that nice whole event, right after which, I went on my trip with Ivan that I spoke briefly about. That had been my 3rd trip to Russia in the past year, not that I minded, of course. As expected, both of them were a complete blast and amazing experience, enhanced oleh the fact that I got to spend each of them with two people I care about immensely. oleh now, it had been about two weeks since the ending of Rushy and I's vacation, and things were going pretty smoothly between us. Our relationship was completely healed up immediately, as if the whole argument thing had never even happened. Which was really good, considering the news I found out somewhere around February 24th. News that the two of us had been anticipating and hoping for for months on end, but seemed so impossibly out of reach before that night. It was a fairly typical hari at first, Ivan heading off to his work, while I decided to spend the hari in a nice little coffee toko in Seattle. Not exactly the best coffee, it was certainly very bland compared to the Turkish kind I quickly became accustomed to weeks earlier, but the place itself was too warm and cozy not to occasionally visit, with jazz musik practically blaring throughout the place. Rain pattering against the windows as is usual in Seattle provided a backdrop so perfect, it almost seemed like something you'd see in a televisi show.
Three hours atau so I had been sitting there in a corner, watching the rain outside, talking to people I knew, and occasionally using the cafes free wifi to aimlessly surf the internet. Perhaps I would have stayed there even longer, if weren't for a sudden feeling of soreness in my breasts as well as the frequent loss of breath despite not doing anything requiring physical activity. Over the past few weeks, I had experienced things like this a lot, along with many other acak symptoms. Googling whatever these may be separately always came up inconclusive, for the majority of what showed up was the far-out bullshit everyone seems to find when searching their own medical problems: Things like breast cancer, strokes, jantung attacks, etc., Never did those results every really worry me, for I knew they were completely ridiculous. No way in hell I'd be able to have everything that came up at the same time. Going to a doctor was the best choice, but I didn't have much time for that on this particular day. Nighttime was nearing, and I had promised myself that I'd get halaman awal before Russia did. Later, I planned to call and set up an appointment date. For now, heading halaman awal was the best choice.
On the fairly short walk from the toko to my apartment, I couldn't help but ponder over all these things to myself, wondering just what was happening to me. At first, I had assumed it was all due to something bad happening in my state, whether it be politically atau naturally, though I had never experienced anything like this before. However, I never heard about anything big going on, not even upon asking state officials. Rules out that option, as I'd at least usually get a call about state-related issues. Therefore, it had to be nothing but actual human functions. What, though? A simple explanation popped into my head as I walked along the sidewalk in the pouring rain, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey tank-top, and an unbuttoned dark blue flannel shirt, staring straight ahead of me. My first reaction towards the thought was immediate dismissal, despite how pleasing the situation was. Pregnancy? Nah, don't be silly. That's just what anda hope it is. Perhaps it was nothing but my optimistic side showing, but as I continued to toy with the though, my grin broadening as I did so, the lebih sense it made. Quite honestly, I didn't know very many signs of pregnancy, but the two I did know about, soreness in the breasts and late/missed periods, I fit the criteria for.
At the thought of possibly being pregnant with my very own child, I giggled out loud, causing a few people to cast strange looks at me. Eh, fuck them, who needs 'em. Rushy would be ECSTATIC! We had only purposely tried for a child once, which unfortunately proved worthless. From then on, we never used protection during sex, but it was, up until that point, to no avail. The topic had been discussed so many times in between us two albeit all of this, out of sheer hope that we would perhaps get somewhere. Now, obviously walking along the street, I had no idea whether atau not pregnancy really WAS the case, but there was no use not trying to find out. Barely a block away from my current position stood a drug store that sold supposedly reliable pregnancy tests, I would have to pass it trying to get home, anyways. I almost sprinted there before remembering my loss of breath problem. That, for the most part, had stopped for a brief while, but it could start back at any moment. Running would do absolutely nothing to help that. Especially with my laptop, which sat in a messenger bag swung over my shoulder, swinging lightly against my hip, in this type of downpour. If I slipped, I'd go sprawling, breaking the laptop and -on a much worse, but less plausible note- causing a miscarriage. Causing a miscarriage, especially my own, was my worst nightmare.
To avoid potential disaster, I simply walked the short distance. Entering the drug store caused a small bel, bell to ring overhead in the doorway, a quiet sound, but it carried throughout the fairly large store. Not many people were in here with me, only the workers at the counter and a few miscellaneous people here and there. With quick strides, I walked right over to the aisle where pregnancy tests sat, choosing whichever seemed most reliable. Unable to hide the smile on my face, I headed towards the checkout counter and laid the lone item on it to pay. A woman with stringy, light brown hair tied back in a straight ponytail checked it out for me, smiling weakly in my general direction. After fumbling through the smaller pockets of my laptop case, I payed with a five dollar bill, rushing out with the test in my hand before I could bother to get any change. Change didn't matter to me as long as I had this test, I'd pay any amount of money for it. My jantung pounded even just holding the box, knowing what it had the potential to tell me. In the back of my mind, the gloomy possibility that I was not pregnant still lingered, but I tried my best to avoid it. Why ruin my bright mood? It's making me feel a lot better even physically, for I was too caught up to notice how aching my chest area felt. Besides, focusing on the bad might have some crazy batshit nocebo effect, like I fuckin' know.
Russia was still gone oleh the time I got back, which delighted me. If I was pregnant, I could tell him as a surprise. If I was not pregnant, his hopes wouldn't be up for nothing. I was almost shaking as I rushed to the bathroom arriving at halaman awal and took the actual test stick out of the small blue box cardboard box it sat in. Forcing myself to stay entirely sturdy, I actually took the test as fast as I could. Looking at the stick afterwards, the high-pitched squeal that I emitted hurt my own ear drums. On the small display screen sat two thin lines, signifying a positive pregnancy test. My breathing began to get very heavy again, though this time, it was out of excitement. There was never a moment that I had been happier in my life than this one. Pregnant! I was actually pregnant! This was the one thing I wanted most in my life, a baby of my own. Tears formed in my eyes and quickly spilled over because of how incredibly happy I was feeling. Multiple times, I rechecked the test that I held in my severely quivering hand. Though I was previously never a religious person, all I could do was pray to whatever higher figure may be out there that this test was accurate and that nothing bad would happen over the course of my pregnancy.
Beautiful scenarios danced rapidly through my head, ones of Russia and I holding our child, feeding them, taking them to their first hari of kindergarten, bathing them, etc., Even pictures of their eventual teenage years and college graduation made my jantung feel as if it were about to burst with excitement. Although Ivan and I were only boyfriend and girlfriend at the time, we were just in cinta with the idea of raising our child together as we were truly with each other. Speaking of Rushy, he'd probably be halaman awal soon. Forcing myself to get collected was hard, but I wanted to make it a complete surprise. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to walk out of the bathroom, and almost right into Russia himself. In my private celebration, I suppose I never heard the door to the apartment open. "Tally...?" Was the first thing he asked, a bit of concern reflected in his gorgeous purple eyes. "Are anda okay? I heard these weird screaming noises coming from the bathroom and anda didn't respond to what I said, so I assumed anda were in trouble.."
Ivan's pertanyaan caused me to laugh at how completely off it was from the actual topic. "Silly, silly, Rushyyy~" Sung I in response, holding the pregnancy test behind my back and swaying back and forth on the balls and heels of my feet. "Everything is better than perfect!!!" Before he could reply, I kissed him once on the lips, quickly but passionately. Eyes widening, his laugh sounded a little nervous when he finally questioned "Are anda sure...?". No answer from me, I simply continued to rock back and forth like that, unable to hide my large grin. The sight of seeing my grin made him smile too, stroking his right hand down the side of my face as we stared into each others eyes. After a moment of this, I thrust the pregnancy test in his face, giggling uncontrollably. Russia flinched at first because of my hand unexpectedly flying towards his face, but then slowly relaxed into focusing in on the test. Presumably, he was trying to process what he was looking at when he tilted his head to the side slightly, staring at the test with a confused expression. Holy shit he looked so adorable doing that, to the point where I couldn't help but giggle more. Giggling like some excited little fangirl was somewhat embarrassing and childish, but at the moment, I couldn't help it, nor did I honestly care too much.
anda could immediately tell when Russia acknowledged just what he was looking at, for his eyes, as well as his smile, widened immensely. I was too distracted oleh my own joy as well as seeing Rushy so joyful that is thoroughly surprised me when he hugged me tighter than I've ever felt before and picked up like that, swinging me around a little. "ой моя бог!", the Russian way to say "Oh my God", exclaimed he, arms still tightly pressing me against him. "T-This is so great!!! I.. Wow!!! Yes, I'm so happy!!!" Though he struggled to find the right words, it was evident what Ivan was attempting to convey oleh the way positive tears were welling up in his eyes too. oleh now, my own jubilant tears ran silently down my face, dripping down off of my chin. In response to his claim, I nodded, resting my hands on his shoulders. "I know, I know!!! It's all I've EVER wanted!!"
"Me too!!! My prayers have finally been answered it seems~..!" Ivan replied exultantly, pressing his forehead against mine. "Hehehe, we're going to be the best parents in the world."
"Indeed we are!!! Donno if I can stand to wait these nine long months."
"Same here... But we can use that time to plan for the baby, da? To tell people, choose names, buy things, that type of stuff." Although in writing, his English may sound practically impeccable, it was very much faltering in reality. Due to nothing but pure excitement, he occasionally slipped up in his words, most of the time accidentally replacing English words with their Russian equivalent. Luckily, I could easily understand both languages, but even so, it was precious watching him slip up like that. Why it was so precious to me I really can't explain, but hey, everything about him is like that to me.
"Man, that all sounds so fun... I can't wait!!! Might as well go ahead and tell people, eh? I could just call up my friends and stuff about it." The idea of that sounded grand to me, for I could barely contain to keep in what all had happened. lebih people knowing, the better!!! Surely they all would be happy for me!! Because of this, I didn't expect there to be any objection, it was a suggestion, not a question. Despite my opinions, however, Rushy hesitated a menit before mumbling "I guess so..."
"...Why not?" Questioned I, noticing the reluctant tone in his voice.
"Well, I just wanted to celebrate it oleh ourselves for a little while, if anda don't mind.." Russia looked down as he spoke, as if afraid to meet my gaze atau something.
"We're still here together!" I replied, laughing. "Don't worry, for now, I'm only calling that gang thing, anda know which one I'm talking about. Right now, I'm too excited not to share it, ahaha."
A hint of a smile appeared on his face again. "Alright, anda have a point. anda call while I figure out some way we can celebrate this whole ordeal that would still be aman, brankas for the baby, okay?"
Before, he had not mentioned an ACTUAL celebration atau party type thing, only casually used the word, therefore the komentar was slightly unexpected. Albeit that, I just smiled and replied "Okay~". before walking out of the bathroom to call some of my closest friends.
Out of that small gang of men who at one point vowed to protect me when Belarus, Rushy's little sister, stabbed me a few times due to even larger jealousy problems than her brother's, only one of them I had time to call. That one person being Finland. Excellent, for whatever reason, I thought he'd be the one who cared the most. Finland, another of my other best friend's, was in fact the first one I called, knowing he'd be extremely happy for me. Months ago, when Ivan and I were first trying for a child, pretending it was "an accident" to most people though of course it wasn't, Fin overheard us talking about our plan one time while spending the night at my apartment. The man was overjoyed, somewhat strangely, considering he actually did have a crush on me. Despite not technically being related to either of us, he claimed that he would be "an uncle. Heheh, Uncle Finny." Not literally, obviously, but I could see where he could serve as one in a way. Kind of like Uncle Joey on Full House.
His response was exactly how it was before, though multiplied because the pregnancy was certain this time.
"Tally!" Was the first word spoken during our conversation, from him to me, before I had even told him anything.
"Hey Tino!" I shot back. "Called to tell anda something."
"Really? What is it?" The anticipation in his voice was evident. If only I could see the expression on his face when he heard! There was no reason, in my opinion, not to immediately jump to the chase. "I'm pregnant!"
"Are anda serious?!?! That's great!" Yelled Fin. When I say yelled, I mean yelled. From where I was standing, I could see Russia now in a beanbag across the room, watching me wordlessly. At the expression he made after Finland's shriek, anda could tell that even from all the way over there, he could hear him.
"Yes, yes, I'm entirely serious!!! Found out a few menit ago."
"Well that's great!! What's it's name gonna be??" anda could practically hear him smiling from his tone of voice.
"Not sure, we haven't actually discussed that yet. I'll tell anda as soon as I find out what our puncak, atas picks for a girl and puncak, atas picks for a boy would be."
"Okay, thanks! Does Russia know already?"
"Well of course he does! Speaking of Russia, he really wants me to make all these phone calls short so we can do something to celebrate. So I'm going to leave for now, but I promise I'll call anda back later and we can talk aaaall about this. Alright?"
"Aww, okay. Bye Tally."
"Bye Finny."
Before I could even click a button to dial someone else's number, Ivan gently grabbed me from behind, holding me oleh my upper waist. From there, he laid his head in the nook of my shoulder and neck, closing his eyes and rubbing my stomach with one hand. The motion was so sweet and soothing that I couldn't help but ciuman his cheek. At that, he blushed slightly, mumbling in a voice dripping with complete adoration "I cinta you, anda know that?".
"Mm, of course I know that. I cinta anda too, very much." It was the truth entirely. Rushy was absolutely my everything and, despite his jealousy and protectiveness issues, one of the best men I had met in my entire life. He was always sweet and kind to me, making at least an attempt to tampil his love. What with the horrible childhood he had suffered through, I guess it's only natural to be protective of people anda care about. Surely he'd give our own new child the best anda could ask for once they were born. Damn, he was such a sweetie. How did I get so lucky?? There was absolutely no one in the world whom I'd prefer to father my child.
((tallys pov again it will be until i say differently))
Turkey and I's vacation lasted about a week after that nice whole event, right after which, I went on my trip with Ivan that I spoke briefly about. That had been my 3rd trip to Russia in the past year, not that I minded, of course. As expected, both of them were a complete blast and amazing experience, enhanced oleh the fact that I got to spend each of them with two people I care about immensely. oleh now, it had been about two weeks since the ending of Rushy and I's vacation, and things were going pretty smoothly between us. Our relationship was completely healed up immediately, as if the whole argument thing had never even happened. Which was really good, considering the news I found out somewhere around February 24th. News that the two of us had been anticipating and hoping for for months on end, but seemed so impossibly out of reach before that night. It was a fairly typical hari at first, Ivan heading off to his work, while I decided to spend the hari in a nice little coffee toko in Seattle. Not exactly the best coffee, it was certainly very bland compared to the Turkish kind I quickly became accustomed to weeks earlier, but the place itself was too warm and cozy not to occasionally visit, with jazz musik practically blaring throughout the place. Rain pattering against the windows as is usual in Seattle provided a backdrop so perfect, it almost seemed like something you'd see in a televisi show.
Three hours atau so I had been sitting there in a corner, watching the rain outside, talking to people I knew, and occasionally using the cafes free wifi to aimlessly surf the internet. Perhaps I would have stayed there even longer, if weren't for a sudden feeling of soreness in my breasts as well as the frequent loss of breath despite not doing anything requiring physical activity. Over the past few weeks, I had experienced things like this a lot, along with many other acak symptoms. Googling whatever these may be separately always came up inconclusive, for the majority of what showed up was the far-out bullshit everyone seems to find when searching their own medical problems: Things like breast cancer, strokes, jantung attacks, etc., Never did those results every really worry me, for I knew they were completely ridiculous. No way in hell I'd be able to have everything that came up at the same time. Going to a doctor was the best choice, but I didn't have much time for that on this particular day. Nighttime was nearing, and I had promised myself that I'd get halaman awal before Russia did. Later, I planned to call and set up an appointment date. For now, heading halaman awal was the best choice.
On the fairly short walk from the toko to my apartment, I couldn't help but ponder over all these things to myself, wondering just what was happening to me. At first, I had assumed it was all due to something bad happening in my state, whether it be politically atau naturally, though I had never experienced anything like this before. However, I never heard about anything big going on, not even upon asking state officials. Rules out that option, as I'd at least usually get a call about state-related issues. Therefore, it had to be nothing but actual human functions. What, though? A simple explanation popped into my head as I walked along the sidewalk in the pouring rain, dressed in dark blue jeans, a grey tank-top, and an unbuttoned dark blue flannel shirt, staring straight ahead of me. My first reaction towards the thought was immediate dismissal, despite how pleasing the situation was. Pregnancy? Nah, don't be silly. That's just what anda hope it is. Perhaps it was nothing but my optimistic side showing, but as I continued to toy with the though, my grin broadening as I did so, the lebih sense it made. Quite honestly, I didn't know very many signs of pregnancy, but the two I did know about, soreness in the breasts and late/missed periods, I fit the criteria for.
At the thought of possibly being pregnant with my very own child, I giggled out loud, causing a few people to cast strange looks at me. Eh, fuck them, who needs 'em. Rushy would be ECSTATIC! We had only purposely tried for a child once, which unfortunately proved worthless. From then on, we never used protection during sex, but it was, up until that point, to no avail. The topic had been discussed so many times in between us two albeit all of this, out of sheer hope that we would perhaps get somewhere. Now, obviously walking along the street, I had no idea whether atau not pregnancy really WAS the case, but there was no use not trying to find out. Barely a block away from my current position stood a drug store that sold supposedly reliable pregnancy tests, I would have to pass it trying to get home, anyways. I almost sprinted there before remembering my loss of breath problem. That, for the most part, had stopped for a brief while, but it could start back at any moment. Running would do absolutely nothing to help that. Especially with my laptop, which sat in a messenger bag swung over my shoulder, swinging lightly against my hip, in this type of downpour. If I slipped, I'd go sprawling, breaking the laptop and -on a much worse, but less plausible note- causing a miscarriage. Causing a miscarriage, especially my own, was my worst nightmare.
To avoid potential disaster, I simply walked the short distance. Entering the drug store caused a small bel, bell to ring overhead in the doorway, a quiet sound, but it carried throughout the fairly large store. Not many people were in here with me, only the workers at the counter and a few miscellaneous people here and there. With quick strides, I walked right over to the aisle where pregnancy tests sat, choosing whichever seemed most reliable. Unable to hide the smile on my face, I headed towards the checkout counter and laid the lone item on it to pay. A woman with stringy, light brown hair tied back in a straight ponytail checked it out for me, smiling weakly in my general direction. After fumbling through the smaller pockets of my laptop case, I payed with a five dollar bill, rushing out with the test in my hand before I could bother to get any change. Change didn't matter to me as long as I had this test, I'd pay any amount of money for it. My jantung pounded even just holding the box, knowing what it had the potential to tell me. In the back of my mind, the gloomy possibility that I was not pregnant still lingered, but I tried my best to avoid it. Why ruin my bright mood? It's making me feel a lot better even physically, for I was too caught up to notice how aching my chest area felt. Besides, focusing on the bad might have some crazy batshit nocebo effect, like I fuckin' know.
Russia was still gone oleh the time I got back, which delighted me. If I was pregnant, I could tell him as a surprise. If I was not pregnant, his hopes wouldn't be up for nothing. I was almost shaking as I rushed to the bathroom arriving at halaman awal and took the actual test stick out of the small blue box cardboard box it sat in. Forcing myself to stay entirely sturdy, I actually took the test as fast as I could. Looking at the stick afterwards, the high-pitched squeal that I emitted hurt my own ear drums. On the small display screen sat two thin lines, signifying a positive pregnancy test. My breathing began to get very heavy again, though this time, it was out of excitement. There was never a moment that I had been happier in my life than this one. Pregnant! I was actually pregnant! This was the one thing I wanted most in my life, a baby of my own. Tears formed in my eyes and quickly spilled over because of how incredibly happy I was feeling. Multiple times, I rechecked the test that I held in my severely quivering hand. Though I was previously never a religious person, all I could do was pray to whatever higher figure may be out there that this test was accurate and that nothing bad would happen over the course of my pregnancy.
Beautiful scenarios danced rapidly through my head, ones of Russia and I holding our child, feeding them, taking them to their first hari of kindergarten, bathing them, etc., Even pictures of their eventual teenage years and college graduation made my jantung feel as if it were about to burst with excitement. Although Ivan and I were only boyfriend and girlfriend at the time, we were just in cinta with the idea of raising our child together as we were truly with each other. Speaking of Rushy, he'd probably be halaman awal soon. Forcing myself to get collected was hard, but I wanted to make it a complete surprise. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to walk out of the bathroom, and almost right into Russia himself. In my private celebration, I suppose I never heard the door to the apartment open. "Tally...?" Was the first thing he asked, a bit of concern reflected in his gorgeous purple eyes. "Are anda okay? I heard these weird screaming noises coming from the bathroom and anda didn't respond to what I said, so I assumed anda were in trouble.."
Ivan's pertanyaan caused me to laugh at how completely off it was from the actual topic. "Silly, silly, Rushyyy~" Sung I in response, holding the pregnancy test behind my back and swaying back and forth on the balls and heels of my feet. "Everything is better than perfect!!!" Before he could reply, I kissed him once on the lips, quickly but passionately. Eyes widening, his laugh sounded a little nervous when he finally questioned "Are anda sure...?". No answer from me, I simply continued to rock back and forth like that, unable to hide my large grin. The sight of seeing my grin made him smile too, stroking his right hand down the side of my face as we stared into each others eyes. After a moment of this, I thrust the pregnancy test in his face, giggling uncontrollably. Russia flinched at first because of my hand unexpectedly flying towards his face, but then slowly relaxed into focusing in on the test. Presumably, he was trying to process what he was looking at when he tilted his head to the side slightly, staring at the test with a confused expression. Holy shit he looked so adorable doing that, to the point where I couldn't help but giggle more. Giggling like some excited little fangirl was somewhat embarrassing and childish, but at the moment, I couldn't help it, nor did I honestly care too much.
anda could immediately tell when Russia acknowledged just what he was looking at, for his eyes, as well as his smile, widened immensely. I was too distracted oleh my own joy as well as seeing Rushy so joyful that is thoroughly surprised me when he hugged me tighter than I've ever felt before and picked up like that, swinging me around a little. "ой моя бог!", the Russian way to say "Oh my God", exclaimed he, arms still tightly pressing me against him. "T-This is so great!!! I.. Wow!!! Yes, I'm so happy!!!" Though he struggled to find the right words, it was evident what Ivan was attempting to convey oleh the way positive tears were welling up in his eyes too. oleh now, my own jubilant tears ran silently down my face, dripping down off of my chin. In response to his claim, I nodded, resting my hands on his shoulders. "I know, I know!!! It's all I've EVER wanted!!"
"Me too!!! My prayers have finally been answered it seems~..!" Ivan replied exultantly, pressing his forehead against mine. "Hehehe, we're going to be the best parents in the world."
"Indeed we are!!! Donno if I can stand to wait these nine long months."
"Same here... But we can use that time to plan for the baby, da? To tell people, choose names, buy things, that type of stuff." Although in writing, his English may sound practically impeccable, it was very much faltering in reality. Due to nothing but pure excitement, he occasionally slipped up in his words, most of the time accidentally replacing English words with their Russian equivalent. Luckily, I could easily understand both languages, but even so, it was precious watching him slip up like that. Why it was so precious to me I really can't explain, but hey, everything about him is like that to me.
"Man, that all sounds so fun... I can't wait!!! Might as well go ahead and tell people, eh? I could just call up my friends and stuff about it." The idea of that sounded grand to me, for I could barely contain to keep in what all had happened. lebih people knowing, the better!!! Surely they all would be happy for me!! Because of this, I didn't expect there to be any objection, it was a suggestion, not a question. Despite my opinions, however, Rushy hesitated a menit before mumbling "I guess so..."
"...Why not?" Questioned I, noticing the reluctant tone in his voice.
"Well, I just wanted to celebrate it oleh ourselves for a little while, if anda don't mind.." Russia looked down as he spoke, as if afraid to meet my gaze atau something.
"We're still here together!" I replied, laughing. "Don't worry, for now, I'm only calling that gang thing, anda know which one I'm talking about. Right now, I'm too excited not to share it, ahaha."
A hint of a smile appeared on his face again. "Alright, anda have a point. anda call while I figure out some way we can celebrate this whole ordeal that would still be aman, brankas for the baby, okay?"
Before, he had not mentioned an ACTUAL celebration atau party type thing, only casually used the word, therefore the komentar was slightly unexpected. Albeit that, I just smiled and replied "Okay~". before walking out of the bathroom to call some of my closest friends.
Out of that small gang of men who at one point vowed to protect me when Belarus, Rushy's little sister, stabbed me a few times due to even larger jealousy problems than her brother's, only one of them I had time to call. That one person being Finland. Excellent, for whatever reason, I thought he'd be the one who cared the most. Finland, another of my other best friend's, was in fact the first one I called, knowing he'd be extremely happy for me. Months ago, when Ivan and I were first trying for a child, pretending it was "an accident" to most people though of course it wasn't, Fin overheard us talking about our plan one time while spending the night at my apartment. The man was overjoyed, somewhat strangely, considering he actually did have a crush on me. Despite not technically being related to either of us, he claimed that he would be "an uncle. Heheh, Uncle Finny." Not literally, obviously, but I could see where he could serve as one in a way. Kind of like Uncle Joey on Full House.
His response was exactly how it was before, though multiplied because the pregnancy was certain this time.
"Tally!" Was the first word spoken during our conversation, from him to me, before I had even told him anything.
"Hey Tino!" I shot back. "Called to tell anda something."
"Really? What is it?" The anticipation in his voice was evident. If only I could see the expression on his face when he heard! There was no reason, in my opinion, not to immediately jump to the chase. "I'm pregnant!"
"Are anda serious?!?! That's great!" Yelled Fin. When I say yelled, I mean yelled. From where I was standing, I could see Russia now in a beanbag across the room, watching me wordlessly. At the expression he made after Finland's shriek, anda could tell that even from all the way over there, he could hear him.
"Yes, yes, I'm entirely serious!!! Found out a few menit ago."
"Well that's great!! What's it's name gonna be??" anda could practically hear him smiling from his tone of voice.
"Not sure, we haven't actually discussed that yet. I'll tell anda as soon as I find out what our puncak, atas picks for a girl and puncak, atas picks for a boy would be."
"Okay, thanks! Does Russia know already?"
"Well of course he does! Speaking of Russia, he really wants me to make all these phone calls short so we can do something to celebrate. So I'm going to leave for now, but I promise I'll call anda back later and we can talk aaaall about this. Alright?"
"Aww, okay. Bye Tally."
"Bye Finny."
Before I could even click a button to dial someone else's number, Ivan gently grabbed me from behind, holding me oleh my upper waist. From there, he laid his head in the nook of my shoulder and neck, closing his eyes and rubbing my stomach with one hand. The motion was so sweet and soothing that I couldn't help but ciuman his cheek. At that, he blushed slightly, mumbling in a voice dripping with complete adoration "I cinta you, anda know that?".
"Mm, of course I know that. I cinta anda too, very much." It was the truth entirely. Rushy was absolutely my everything and, despite his jealousy and protectiveness issues, one of the best men I had met in my entire life. He was always sweet and kind to me, making at least an attempt to tampil his love. What with the horrible childhood he had suffered through, I guess it's only natural to be protective of people anda care about. Surely he'd give our own new child the best anda could ask for once they were born. Damn, he was such a sweetie. How did I get so lucky?? There was absolutely no one in the world whom I'd prefer to father my child.