Nikolai
I felt a light tap on my chin that woke up me up. My eyes snapped open.
The sun is already up and Fiyona actually let me sleep? Something must be wrong. I moved only to freeze when I felt another tap on my chin.
No, it was a kick. I saw a foot smaller than the size of my hand.
Viktoria.
Everything about yesterday came crashing down. I’m back into the real world. Fast forwarded seven years. I have two kids. One little girl who loves me to to death and one little boy who would rather see me dead.
And a mate who has another mate.
I leaned back against the pillows. My life is a mess.
And I’m going to do anything and everything it takes to get it back on track.
I looked at the clock and saw it was five thirty. We’ve slept a lot.
Viktoria was sleeping on me. Her one leg on my face and another on my chest. Her head was on my thigh and her hands were coiled around it, hugging it tight enough even in her sleep that if I moved, I’ll wake her up.
I pushed her lower body onto the bed. The fact that she was still sleeping amused me. I pushed the silver curls out of her face. “Wake up, princess.”
She swatted my hand. “No!” And then turned her face the other way.
I chuckled. Like mother, like daughter. Speaking of mother, the room smelled of Ava. Did she come here again? Maybe to check up on Viktoria.
“What time is your school?” I asked.
“S… vaca.. on.” She mumbled incoherently.
“Well there is no vacation from training.” I curled on arm around her waist picked her up but she held on to the blanket tightly.
“Two minutes Dadda.” She pleaded, her little fingers grabbing on to the blanket so tight that she dragged it with her to the bathroom.
She huffed and released the blanket.
I placed her on the counter and took out a fresh toothbrush for her and gave it to her before I took mine out. I wet our brushes and then applied some toothpaste on it.
She wouldn’t have been able to see herself in he mirror properly if she was standing on the floor. She’s that tiny. I can’t believe that she’s a part of me. She’s too cute.
“Brush.” I told her and she gave me an unimpressed look before she turned around to look at herself in the mirror and began brushing.
I quickly brushed my teeth, keeping a check on Viktoria to see if she was doing it properly. I was so damn proud when she did it perfectly.
Was it normal? Could kids her age do that?
“Go get ready now, we have to go train.” I placed her on her ground.
“But I want to sleep, Dadda.” She looked up and groaned. “What time is it?”
“It’s time to train.” I simply told her. “I’ll go change too. Meet me in five minutes okay?”
“Fine!” She groaned again and left, stomping her feet.
Once I was sure she left, I walked into my closet and changed into my workout gear which was a pair of shorts and a fresh t-shirt and shoes. I walked out and followed Viktoria’s scent until I reached a pink door.
I knocked before I entered.
The pink colour assaulted my eyes. Every single thing in this room was pink. The bed along with the princess canopy on it, the bed sheets, the pillows, the desk, the chair, the carpet, the rug. Literally every fucking thing. It looked like barbie took a shit in here.
Yes, she had been wearing a pink dress yesterday but I didn’t know that the girl was obsessed with it. Is she one of those girls who don’t like to touch something because it’s dirty or does she like to play in the sand? Does she play house all day or does she like to play outside?
There was so much I wanted to know.
I followed her scent that took me into her closet.
She was standing on her pink two-step ladder and going through all her options for tops. “Can you help me, please, Dadda?” She had already changed into tights that were purple in colour. She only needed help with the top.
“Yes.” I cleared my throat as I scanned through all the pink workout sports bra sort of tops. She didn’t even need a bra! And my daughter isn’t wearing half clothes outside!
I took out a top which was obviously pink and showed it to her.
“That’s not for working out, Dadda.” She rolled her eyes at me as if I didn’t know anything.
“It looks comfortable enough.” It was soft!