RPOV
Today is me and Dimitri's anniversary, and I am so excited. Veli and Bener are going to be at Sonya's place with Olena for the evening, and I admit I'll miss them, but I know with a certainty that this anniversary will be amazing. Dimitri told me to dress nicely, and I told him I'd do my best. I was able to get rid of some of the baby weight, so I'm able to fit into one of my favorite dresses, though it's a bit snug on me. Dimitri said he'd dress nicely for the occasion, too. From what I could tell, this anniversary will be different than our others. And really different than the night when Dimitri said he liked me on Valentine's day.
So, I stood in the bathroom, my snug dress on, my hair pulled into a messy bun, and light make-up on my face. I had to check and re-check to make sure everything looked good. I didn't want to look trashy for our anniversary. My heart was beating a mile a minute, and I couldn't calm myself down.
You can do this, I thought. Dimitri will think you're beautiful and he'll hug you and kiss you and tell you sweet things like he always does! It'll be fine.
I really hoped so.
When I opened the bathroom door, I tiptoed to me and Dimitri's bedroom to sneak on him. I thought maybe he'd still be dressing. But when I got there, our room was empty. I was a little disappointed, cause don't get me wrong I very much enjoy seeing a sexy Russian change, but I hid my presents for Dimitri in our room. Dimitri didn't know they were there. I went into the bedroom and got Dimitri's presents out of their hiding places. I waited a few minutes, taking deep breaths, before going downstairs. I noticed a smell, a very delicious smell.
Dimitri was in the kitchen, humming softly to himself, standing by the stove.
Dimitri can cook? I thought awkwardly. I mean don't get me wrong, Dimitri doesn't look like the kind of person who'd cook, but he's a big softy. But I took a nice time. . . .admiring Dimitri. He wore a very fitting white button-up shirt, very nice fitting dress pants. I put the presents underneath my seat and walked up to Dimitri. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head between his shoulder blades.
"Hey," I said softly.
I felt one of Dimitri's hands cover mine. "Hey."
I leaned over a little, and spotted some dishes that I couldn't recognize. Must've been a Russian dish.
"I love you, comrade," I sighed. "How'd I get so lucky?"
Dimitri chuckled. He gently turned himself around and looked down at me, his eyes loving. "I should be asking that question. I've loved you for years, Roza." I smiled. Dimitri kissed me gently. Dimitri turned and finished cooking the dinner. Something in the oven went off and Dimitri got it out, it was black bread.
Once the food was served, I ate it and couldn't believe it delicious it was. I looked up at Dimitri, who looked so gorgeous.
"Dimitri?" I asked.
"Hmm?" He looked up at me, his eyes glittering.
"How long have you had feelings for me?" I asked.
A faint blush came to Dimitri's cheeks, he cleared his throat. "Um, since the, uh, first grade." I smiled. I faintly remember Dimitri coming to my class in the first grade. He was shy and awkward and kept mostly to himself. I hadn't thought much of him at first, but I realized that I'd had a crush on him halfway through the year. "Why?" Dimitri asked.
"Just wondering," I said. I nibbled on the black bread. "You're a really good cook."
"My mom taught me how to cook when I was little," Dimitri said, shrugging. "I guess it's something I enjoy doing."
I laughed. "Well at least you can cook. I burn everything." Dimitri chuckled.
~Secret admirers~
After dinner was done, Dimitri cleared the dishes. I said I'd do my own, but Dimitri refused to let me lift a finger. He wouldn't even let me walk to the couch in his living room. He picked me up and carried me bridal style over. I have to say, I do like the bits of spoiling Dimitri's doing, but I'm a little suspicious on why he's doing it.
"Do you want your present now?" Dimitri asked. I nodded. I haven't forgotten about what Dimitri said about my present. It's been pestering me and I couldn't get my mind off it. Dimitri closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"You okay?" I asked.
Dimitri gave me a small, nervous smile. "I just hope you like it."
"Anything you give me I'll like," I said. "Even if you didn't get me anything I'd like it." I meant it jokingly, and Dimitri gave a nervous laugh. Dimitri got off the couch and knelt in front of me on both knees. He gently held my face in his hands, occasionally brushing unruly strands out of my face. He peppered my face with soft kisses. I have to say, whatever the present is, I'm enjoying what he's doing to lighten the mood for it. The last kiss ended on my lips, his lips lingered on mine for a minute before pulling away. He reached into his front pocket and took out a delicate looking ring; two white gold bands gently wound together, a medium sized diamond in the center with two small diamonds on both sides. My eyes widened. "W-what is this?" I said shakily.
Is he - I mean, w-what. . . . I couldn't think coherently. My eyes were glued on the ring. Dimitri's fingers went under my chin and gently lifted my face to look at his.
"It's my great-grandmother's ring," Dimitri said. "It was given to my grandmother and then to my mother."
"W-what was it used for?" I asked. My throat suddenly went dry.
"Marriage," Dimitri said gently. He looked at me for a minute. "Will you marry me?"
I closed my eyes, tears rolled down my cheeks. Marriage? Dimitri's seriously asking to marry me? Oh God! I looked at him, those beautiful brown eyes. Whatever confidence he had before he asked the question was simmering away with every second I didn't answer.
I nodded.
Dimitri's eyes became puzzled, as if he wasn't sure.
I nodded again.
Dimitri's eyes became delighted. He slid the ring on my ring-finger and hugged me tightly. I couldn't believe it. A teen mom and engaged. I never imagined something like this happening. I don't know if Dimitri envisioned his life turning out like this. But he looked happy; happier than he's ever been, besides the day Veli and Bener were born.
"I got you a present," I mumbled, my face buried in Dimitri's neck. "But it sucks compared to this."
Dimitri pulled back, looking at me with a breathtaking smile. "You didn't have to get me anything. Just having you is a gift."
I smiled and blushed. "I wanted to." I looked down at the ring, feeling insecure. "But after this. . . ." I shook my head. "I might as well throw it away. What I got you is nothing compared to this."
Dimitri kissed me softly. "Whatever you got me I will love." I nodded. I went over and got the gifts from under my seat. I handed them to Dimitri who seemed slightly curious about what I got him. He opened the biggest one first - the one that had his duster - and was beaming when he saw the cowboy jacket I got him.
"Try it on," I said. I prayed I got it in his size. Dimitri's such a big guy. He tried it on and it fit perfectly.
"Thank you, my Roza," Dimitri said, admiring his jacket.
"Open your other gift," I said. He opened the one that held his western book. Dimitri's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw the book. He was beaming more than he had with the duster. Dimitri gave me a spine-breaking hug, and kissed me all over my face - my eyes and cheeks and nose and lips. He thanked me over and over again.
The rest of our evening Dimitri and I spent talking and kissing and cuddling and just looking into each other's eyes.
I don't think I've ever felt so amazing.
