Someone wrote in [personal profile] hetalia_kink 2011-01-11 01:50 pm (UTC)

Til Red Do Us Part [2c/?]

“'Advances'?” he repeated.

“Yeah! But don’t let me start talking about it ‘cause every time you ask me about my work, I babble on for hours!” Emily warned as she hefted the plate of finished sandwiches and set it down on the table, then headed back toward the cabinets to get plates and glasses.

“I do not mind. Your work interests me.”

Emily smiled at him as she set down three plates and three glasses on the table then sat down to eat her sandwiches. She fought back a huge grin as Ivan stared at the third place setting, confused.

“Zayushka?”

“Yes, Vanya?”

“Why are there three plates on the table?”

“I’m practicing,” she replied slyly.

“What are you practicing?” Ivan asked, still looking confused. Emily couldn't contain her smile anymore and grinned broadly at her husband to reply to him.

“Setting the table for a family of three,” she answered, stressing the words “family” and “three”, and then, unable to hold back any longer, cried out happily, “We're gonna have a baby!”

The grilled cheese sandwich in Ivan's hands fell from his grip onto his plate. He looked completely shocked and the tiniest bit horrified. His mouth worked open and shut and Emily felt her heart skip a beat and her eyes burn, suddenly terrified that Ivan wasn't going to be happy about the baby. She didn't know what she would do if Ivan didn't want to be a father.

“R-r-rebyonok? T-ty seryozno?” he finally stuttered when he got his voice back. Ivan missed the blank look on Emily's face when he sprang up from his seat and swept his wife up into a bear hug, a huge smile on his face. “Ya tak schastliv! Eto zamechatel'no!”

“Vanya, Vanya! You're not speaking American!” Emily laughed, relief and her husband's infectious joy filling her. Happy tears were gathering in her eyes and she blinked them back furiously. Ivan drew back and apologized profusely.

“This is good. I am happy,” he clarified, smiling at her so lovingly it erased any lingering doubt Emily had had that Ivan was upset about the baby.

“Me, too,” she said in a voice that quavered with held back tears. Ivan's eyes lowered and his hand hovered over her stomach.

“May I...” he started, and then trailed off. She nodded, too overcome to form words and Ivan laid his large hands gently on her stomach, looking close to tears himself. At that moment, Emily couldn't even begin to describer her happiness in words and settled for smiling at Ivan and telling him, “I love you, Vanya.”

“I love you, too, Emily,” he answered her. It was easily the most perfect moment either of them had experienced with each other. And Emily could have never imagined what would happen next.

-

My translations all come from the internet in one way or another (but never Google translator – that thing sucks!) so if I’m wrong, feel free to point it out.

Zayushka – bunny
Prastee – sorry (informal)
Lyubimaja – my beloved one (female form)
Rebyonok? Ty seryozno? Ya tak schastliv! Eto zamechatel'no! - A baby? Are you serious? I'm so happy! This is wonderful!

I know things are going a little slow right now, but the action should pick up soon. I hope.

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