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Chapter 4 Happy Birthday Dimka
Olena's POV
"Dimka go answer the door, it's probably a guest for your party." I yell from the kitchen.
"Okay Mama!" He shouted back to me from somewhere in the house.
I had just finished putting the final decorations on his cake. He requested chocolate cake with custard filling and whipped chocolate frosting. I put a big cowboy hat picture on it and it say's Happy 6th Birthday, Partner! In big blue letters. I smile at the finished product.
It has been a busy morning with all the cleaning and decorating. The party starts at two o'clock and I feel like I still have a ton of work to do. I haven't had a chance to sit down all morning. I look at the clock and sigh already one thirty. I better get my butt moving faster.
"MAMA!" I hear Dimka yell from the hall. By the tone in his voice I know something isn't quite right so I hurry to the door. As I stepped into the hallway I immediately knew why his voice was so strained. Standing at the threshold of my door is the children's father.
I suck in a startled breath and my heart rate increases at the sight of him. The mixed emotions I feel are so confusing. At first sight I can't help but think how beautiful he is. I know it's stupid because he is such an asshole, but he stands there in the doorway with such an alluring stature.
He is 6'4 with dark brown hair and the same chocolate brown eyes as my children. He is thin, but muscular and has a beautiful smile. The one he is smiling at me right now takes my breath away. I haven't seen him in a very long time. The last time he was here he beat me so bad I ended up in the hospital. The reminder of that makes me slap myself mentally for even thinking about how beautiful he looks.
It takes me a second to find my voice, but when I do I say "What do you want?" as confidently as possible. I see as his smile falters for a second and then a smaller fake one slammed into place on his face.
"I'm sorry Olena, please just hear me out?" He asked pleadingly. Before I have another chance to speak he continues.
"Olena, honey, I am a changed man." Seeing the look on my face he raises his hand in surrender. "I promise. I swear! Over the last year I have been working on myself, I quit drinking and I am working on my anger management issues. I swear Olena, I'm better now." He said looking me in the eye.
I shook my head, I was not going to fall for that crap. If he thought it was going to be so simple as to come in here with a pretty little speech and think all would be forgiven! I don't think so! I was about to tell him to leave when he spoke again.
"Please Olena, no need to get upset. I only came to give my son a present for his 6th Birthday and to wish him a Happy Birthday. I won't take up any more of your time, I have said my piece. I wanted to tell you I am sorry, and I want to make it up to you and my children. So please, just consider this as an apology and the beginning of me making it up to you." He said eloquently.
"Okay," I said relieved he wasn't staying.
"Just one more thing and I will go." He stepped back for a second out of sight and as he came back into view he had a shinny new bicycle with a big blue bow on it.
I heard a little gasp from behind me. I had forgotten that little Dimka was there with me. I looked down to him and he was staring at the beautiful new bike with huge eyes and his mouth open. The total surprise written all over his face. He couldn't take his eyes off the gift.
His father knelt down at Dimka's eye level and looked at him. "Dimitri, I know I haven't been here much and I have been a bad daddy, but I am going to make it up to you, I promise. Will you accept my birthday gift to you?" He asked Dimka in a low soothing voice.
Dimka looked up to me as if to ask if it was okay. I could see how much he wanted the shinny new bike so I gave him a small nod. A big smile grew on his face and he looked back to his daddy. His smile dimmed slightly when he made eye contact with his dad, but his father gave him a reassuring smile and rolled the bicycle to him.
Dimka's smile brightened up again as he put his little hands on the handlebars of his new bike. "Thanks" he said in awe.
"You're welcome, and Happy Birthday my son." His father said quietly to him. As Dimka ran off with his new bike, his father stood back up and looked at me.
"Thank you Olena, for letting him accept my gift and for hearing me out. I will go now it looks like you are getting ready for a party." He said gesturing to the decorations.
I nodded to him. I felt the urge to tell him he could stay for the party, but I really wasn't ready to forgive or forget what he has put me and the kids through. "Good bye." I said quietly as I shut the door.
1 hour later…..
"Happy birthday dear Dimka, happy birthday to you!" Everyone sang to my smiling little boy. He laughed and then took a really big breath and blew as hard as he could on his 6 little candles. The candles all went out with ease and he smiled even bigger.
He didn't have very many guests, but he had his best friend Ivan, another few boys Lev, Gage and Alex and two little girls Tamara and Tasha. It sounds like Tasha is new to the school and her and Dimka became instant friends.
I cut the cake and gave everyone ice cream with it. Dimka received some nice gifts. Ivan got him a toy gun belt with two holsters and two little toy guns. Lev gave him a duster style jacket. I wondered how they ever found something like that in his size. Gage gave him a cowboy hat and Alex gave him a bandana and cowboy boots. Tamara had given him a very cool western style shirt with snaps and Tasha gave him chaps and a vest. Obviously everyone got the hint that he loves cowboys and Indians.
Of course, after all the presents had been opened the kids took off out the back door to the back yard to play, what else, cowboys and Indians. I smiled as I watched all the kids running and screaming having a good old time. The party had been a success.
My mind kept drifting back to the things he said to me today. I couldn't help but think about the good ol' days, the days before he started drinking. I missed those good times we used to have. Could I really trust that he is telling me the truth? That he really is a changed man.
I feel like I am in one of the cartoons where I have the "angle me" on one shoulder and the "devil me" on the other shoulder. They keep whispering things to me. Like, he is their father, but he beat you, he deserves a second chance, he's had a hundred second chances, you love him, but he doesn't love you. God, it felt like a tennis match with words bouncing back and forth in my head!
My head says one thing and my heart says something completely different. The only thing I know for sure is he would have to do a lot to prove he is a changed man. I can at least let him try to prove it to me. What harm could that do?
3 months later…..
"Damn it!" I curse out loud, "Stupid… Stupid… Stupid!" I am so mad at myself for letting this happen again.
I am standing here in my bathroom. I just threw up for the third time this week. I went to the drug store yesterday and picked up the test kit. My three minute timer just went off. I am now standing here with my positive pregnancy test in my hand.
All I can think is SHIT!
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