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So this chapter is not as long as the last one and there is not much happening here but this is needed for the rest of the story.
After we woke up Rose almost immediately started another round. If this is waking up with Rose beside me means that I want to wake up next to Rose every day. She is now lying on her belly, hugging a pillow. I am lying on my side, facing Rose, tracing her back with my fingers.
'If you are going to wake me up like this I make sure that I always wake up after you.' I tell her, leaning in and pressing a kiss on her shoulder. She laughs at that.
'Now you have to feed me.' she says with a grin on her face. I press another kiss on her shoulder before moving away towards the phone to order breakfast.
'Comrade, what do you do for a living?' she asks me when I have turned back to her. Somewhere in our day together she has decided to call me comrade.
'I own a bookstore where I also sell coffee and black bread. Every Friday evening, I organize some sort of theme night. And I also teach Russian and English evening lessons two times a week.' I tell her, feeling proud of what I have reached in those couple of years. Rose looks stunned for a moment.
'What's black bread?' she asks, making me laugh. The first thing she asks me is about the food. She really is serious about her food. Well I always love if a girl can eat.
'It is a Russian dich. I could make it for you if you want to.' I tell her, she nods eagerly.
'I always wanted a man who can cook.' She says, satisfied with the idea. I laugh before nuzzling my nose in her neck. She grabs my arms tighter.
'Are you a big reader? I guess you are when you own your own bookstore.' She says, I nod. Reading is the thing I enjoy most. Well, after the things I can do with Rose of course. But I won't tell her that. It sounds wrong.
'I love reading since I am young. My mama has beautiful Russian books in her bookcase, if I was very careful she would let me read them. I guess it started there. After that I never stopped reading. Ivan always jokes that my house looks like a library.' I tell her with a grin. Ivan always jokes about it and gest grumpy if he can't even sit in my house because of all the books I store.
'A mama's boy, huh?' she jokingly asks me. I know I turn slightly red. That is not something that makes a good impression. But I was raised by my mother and family means a lot to me.
'It's alright.' she assures me, pressing a kiss on my chin. She wants to say something else but there is a knock on the door. Telling us that our food has arrived. I quickly put my pants on, throwing my shirt towards Rose for her to pull on before opening the door.
'Will you tell me what you do for a living?' I ask her when I have crawled back into bed with her. Slightly curious about her job. She mumbles something with her mouth full of food, making me laugh. 'You are allowed to clear your mouth first.'
She sticks her tongue out at my words, taking another bite before she answers me. 'I design clothes. Well not entirely on my own. I do it together with Lissa, my best friend. We have our own business.'.
I'm impressed by that. I have peaked at her forms last night so I know that she is only twenty-two years old. Not many people have their own business at that age.
'You could say something now.' She says with a soft smile lingering on her lips. I realize that I have been just staring at her. Not really knowing what to say to her. That I am proud of her, well it is not my place to tell her that. Not yet at least.
'Tell me more. Show me your designs.' I say then, moving closer to her again. I wrap one arm around her shoulders, tucking her in close as she begins to tell me. Grabbing her phone that is full of messages to only show me her photos.
'I'm going to take a quick shower.' I tell her we fall silent after talking for hours. She leans toward me and gives me a kiss.
'Than I can take a small moment to look at all those messages I have.' She says, making a face when she says that. I laugh before moving out of bed. Stretching my muscles, I'm not used to lying in bed for so long.
As I step under the stream of water I try to clear my head. It still hasn't caught up with me. I got married. Without thinking much about it I married someone yesterday. I didn't even know her last name before she told me she wanted to get married. Now I have a wife. A woman carrying my last name.
I hear soft talking coming from the room and I quickly finish with my shower. I walk back into the room while drying my body. Feeling her eyes on me the moment I step through the door. She rolls on her side to look at me, a smile on her lips.
'Who were you talking to?' I ask her curiously. Her phone is lying on the bedside table, still lighting up with messages coming in.
'Your mother.' She tells me, her eyes now moving towards my face. She looks me in the eyes as my mouth falls open.
'What?' I ask her, utterly surprised. She did not. She did not pick up my phone right? Talking to my mother, has she gone mad?
'She asked if you were still coming for dinner tonight.' She says, rolling onto her back. Wrapping her arms behind her head. I look at the time and swear loudly in Russian. If I have to get to her place, I have to start moving.
'She asked I was coming to.' She says next. I stop with pulling my pants on to look at her.
'What did you say?' I ask her, hoping that she said no. I really have to tell this to her before she meets Rose.
'I accepted her offer. She told me she would have black bread.' She says with a grin. Sitting up in the bed. I let out another couple of swear words.
'Are you mad?' I ask her, throwing her clothes on the bed close to her. 'You just want to walk into her house tell her that you married me.' I shake my head at the thought. And then cringe, my sisters will be home to.
'Are you afraid that they won't like me?' she asks, a little unsure at this point. I shake my head. They will like her. I can tell that already.
'It's not that they won't like you, because they will. It's… Well you called this on yourself.' I say to her. 'Put your clothes on, we have to hurry.'
'No, your mom told us not to hurry. I told her you stood under the shower.' she says with that devilishly grin on her face. I move to the bed, leaning over her.
'Are you already forming with my mother behind my back.' I tell her before pressing a kiss on her lips. She has no other choice than to come with me and meat her new family. Maybe I should first go to the store to get some ear protection.
'We have to stop at my place comrade. I need some clean clothes.' she tells me as she pulls her wrinkled clothes on her body. I grin at her.
'You look perfectly fine to me.' I tell her, everything on her screams what we have been doing last night. She smacks me lightly on my arm, making me laugh.
'First my place. Then we can take my car to your place and then to my mama's house.' I tell her, pulling my duster on before I decide that Rose need it more. I let it fall from my shoulder and move it over hers. She smiles at me with a gratefulness in it.
With my arm around her shoulder we walk out of the hotel room towards the elevators. Outside we get a cab and after a short ride we are at my place.
'We could have gotten to your place instead of a hotel.' Rose tells me as she looks up at the building. I try to hide the face I make when she says that. I knew we were close to my apartment but then she would have seen all the books I have lying around.
'That hotel was more fun.' I tell her, she will see in a minute why I didn't take her up here. We walk to two doors of the building. One of them leads into the bookstore and the other leads up to the apartments on top of them.
'Is this your bookstore?' Rose asks, she has her face pressed against the window, trying to look in. It is to dark inside to see much of it.
'Yes, I will show it to you but not today.' I tell her, opening the door for her and waiting until she steps in. I follow her, closing the door behind me.
It is only one stair up before we are at my apartment. Taking a deep breath, I open the door, letting Rose into my apartment. She is silent as she walks in and looks around her. I have no idea what she is thinking about it.
My apartment isn't very big. I have one bedroom, a bathroom, a separate kitchen and a room that is my living area and my dining area. You can clearly see that I have been living here on my own for a long time.
As soon as someone comes I first have to clear some spaces from the books and magazines lingering. From all the papers I have stacked everywhere. One wall is covered with bookcases but it has been a long time ago that those bookcases had enough space for all the books.
'You sure are a big reader.' She says with a grin. I follow her as she walks further into the apartment. Her first words soothing me. She hasn't turned and run out of the place as soon as possible.
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