Haha okay I just realized I messed up my two Oc's names soo...How about we just pretend the last chapter had Ona in it, taip? Okay, on to this, which is very, very belated XD

Ona tapped her Papa's knee. Ivan looked down at the girl, and smiled when she held up a Russian story book.

"Read?" She asked softly. Ivan chuckled and mussed her blond hair, then lifted her into his lap.

"I suppose I can." He whispered, making Ona giggle. "Any requests?" He asked loudly, opening the large colorful book and clearing his throat. Ona laughed that inkling laugh only young innocent children can posses. She quickly pointed to 'LIttle Snow Girl'. Ivan cocked a brow.

"Why that one?" He asked quietly, while flipping to the pagee the story was located. Ona bounced.

"Because the Snow Girl is pretty~" She sang, pointing at the picture when Ivan found it. The statement made the Russian smile and kiss the top of his daughter's head softly before clearing his throat once more and beginning to tell the tale of the girl made out of snow.

Toris walked into the living room to find Ivan and Ona still reading together. The LIthuanian smiled at the heart touching scene, Ona blinking her eyes and trying to keep awake while Ivan read the story in soft tones, occasinally slipping into Russian then back to English. Toris felt he would be the only one to see this type of scene with an, and the thought sent a warm tingling down through his body. Smiling absent-mindedly,. the brunette began to clean the kitchen, which was connected to the Living room, and listened to his husband's soft Russian drawl.

Ivan carefully closed the large book of Russian fairytales and adjusteted his sleeping daughter so he could carry her. Lifting her up gently, the large man tried his best to carry the little one into the room directly aross the one he shared with his husband. Just as Ivan was tuckin Ona in and about to leave, his little one's eyes popped open.

"Papa, don't leave." She muttered, grabbing the sleeve of the Russian. Ivan smiled softly, and sat on her bed.

"I'm not going anywhere devochka moya (my little girl)" Ona tugged again sleepily.

"Sleep here.." She muttered, rubbing an eye and yawning. Ivan smiled once more and nodded, laying down and hugging Ona to his chest protectivly. The girl sighed and snuggled against the man, closing her eyes, and letting sleep claim her once more.