"Oh, but you did. You've given me the best gift I could ever ask for. You make my son happy," she explained with tears running down her cheeks.
~ Chapter 25 – Yeva ~
Dimitri's family was amazing. Okay, I'll admit, Yeva creeps me out a little bit… okay a lot. I almost wish Dimitri hadn't told me she was a witch all those weeks ago. While he had been adamant that she doesn't turn people into frogs, I couldn't get the idea out of my head. The first time she talked to me, she put her hands on my stomach and closed her eyes for several moments. Then she muttered something in Russian. Dimitri's family started to laugh. Dimitri turned red next to me and responded in Russian. He sounded slightly defensive and I was dying to know what she had said. I asked him what she said and Dimitri just shook his head. "I'll tell you later," he whispered in my ear. After that, Yeva kept shooting me knowing looks. It was like she was looking into my soul.
After Dimitri's family left the cabin, I pestered him about what Yeva said. He turned red again. What could possibly embarrass him this much?
"Come on Comrade. We're having babies and getting married and your embarrassed about what your grandmother said?" I asked him incredulously. I knew he was a pretty private person, but it was just the two of us now.
"It really was nothing Roza," Dimitri told me. His discomfort was obvious to me and I was beginning to worry that she had said something bad about me.
"Then why won't you tell me?" I asked him confused. I desperately needed him to tell me if only to stop my overactive imagination from believing that I was going to get turned into a frog in my sleep. I wasn't convinced that she wasn't capable of that.
"She just said something about how we have to be careful with the um… strenuous activities we engage in. She doesn't want anything to happen to her great grandchildren," he explained to me. Now I was the one that blushed. Obviously people knew me and Dimitri had had sex, but the fact that she knew we've done it since I got pregnant was awkward and embarrassing.
Thinking of his family, something just occurred to me. "Does this mean we're not going to Siberia?" I asked him curiously. I had been looking forward to seeing where he group up and was disappointed that I wouldn't get to do that.
Dimitri grinned at me. "My mother had issued us an invitation to stay with her for a week. We'll be leaving for Siberia in two weeks," he explained.
"We're going to need to go shopping before we leave," I told him.
He looked at me curiously. "Why?" He asked.
"I don't own a winter jacket or any winter clothes that still fit me... any clothes really," I admitted to him. I may not be that long in my pregnancy, but twins have had a huge impact on my body. At three months, you could already see my belly if you look at the right angle. I wasn't planning on wearing my tight fitting clothes when I'm trying to impress his family. It was something I hated to admit, because I always prided myself on my petite figure, but I had long since lost that.
"There you go again. I really don't think Siberia is what your expecting," he told me. "It's as hot as it is here this time of year."
"Come on Comrade. Siberia just sounds cold," I teased him.
"I don't know where you're getting that from, but I assure you, it will be hot and dry this time of year." Dimitri promised.
"You just don't want to go shopping do you?" I joked.
I saw Dimitri make a face at the idea of shopping. I couldn't help myself as I laughed. His fear may have been justified, because he's seen how long it takes me to pick out my outfit in the morning. I can only imagine how he thinks that transfers to shopping. "Shopping is not that bad," I told him. "It's completely painless."
"Maybe for you it's painless," Dimitri retorted. "You're the one trying on pretty clothes. I would just be sitting there surrounded by women and women's clothes." I tried to hold back my giggle, but I couldn't. He talked about it like it was a horror scene waiting to happen. Most guys would jump at the chance to be surrounded by pretty women. A sense of happiness flooded me as I realized he wasn't one of them.
"You can't fool me Comrade. I know you get a secret pleasure out of seeing all the pretty clothing," I teased.
"I have no interest in buying clothing," he said with a sniff. I know I had won from the look in his eyes. He might be teasing me now, but he would be going shopping with me before we left. I fully intended to show him just how painless shopping could be.
"What is it you don't like about buying clothing?" I asked him curiously. Underneath his teasing, there was a legitimate note of nonchalance about new clothes.
"I don't find it to be an essential. I think you should live with what you have for as long as possible," he said with a shrug. I studied him curiously. I was best friends with someone who preferred not to wear the same thing twice and that had rubbed off on me. While I wasn't nearly as picky as Lissa, I definitely enjoyed having as much of a variety in my wardrobe as possible, but I recognized that I rarely saw Dimitri wear anything except for workout clothes, the Court issued guardian uniform, or jeans and a t-shirt.
"Well, if that's how you want to look at it. I can think of something that might help preserve your clothes and make them last longer." I told him flirtatiously.
"Oh and what would that be?" He asked me with a grin.
"It's an activity that requires hardly any clothing," I told him suggestively while I winked at him. I pulled him towards me and our lips met.