Drabble:89
POV:Third Person
"Can I play with you, please?", six-year-old Dimitri asked his older sisters hopefully.
"No", Sonya retorted immediately, picking up a brush to comb the hair of the doll in her hand.
"But Karo, you promised mama you'll let me play with you!", Dimitri whined, pouting at his oldest sister.
Sensing that refusal wouldn't work, Karolina tried another tactic. "We'll be playing with dolls all days, tea-parties and shopping. I'm sure you don't want to do that."
"Yeah, Dimka.", Sonya piped in. "You should go play with the other boys."
"But I wanna play with you!", Dimitri answered wistfully, making puppy-dog eyes. "Please Karo! Please Sonya! Could I please?"
Before Sonya could retort, her sister pulled her away to the corner of the room, where they had a very hush-hush conversation about their baby brother's request. After a few minutes of conferring, the Belikova sisters came over to where Dimitri was standing, awkwardly shuffling his foot.
"You can play with us", Sonya pronounced. "But on one condition."
Dimitri's chocolate-brown eyes lit up with delight at being included in his sisters' games, and he knew he would agree to anything.
That's how he found himself in the kitchen half-an-hour later, wearing his Sunday church suit with a rose tucked in his breast-pocket. Olena-smiling bemusedly-brushed his hair while Dimitri-very seriously-went over his shoes with a cold biscuit till they shined.
In the meantime, Karolina and Sonya arranged their dolls on the floor of the room they shared, and Sonya changed into a tulip-hued frock and sat down to let Karo tie a bow in her hair.
One hour after their eventful conversation, the three siblings congregated again in the sisters' room where Dimitri joined Sonya on her bed and Karo, humming lightly and dressed in her Sunday best, brought in one of her dolls, all dressed in white with a makeshift veil made from a napkin. Olena watched from the door, laughing lightly as her daughters married off their brother to one of their dolls with Sonya presiding over the ceremony as the minister, making up random wedding rules and vows which Dimitri listened to with rapt attention, cocking his head slightly. Karo, holding the doll, managed to pull off a convincing performance as the grieved mother-of-the-bride, sniffling and dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
After Dimitri received the congratulations of all the toys (voiced by his sisters) and had finished shaking their hands/paws/tails, they sat down to lunch, still dressed in their finery and enjoyed beef roast in honor of the special occasion. Dimitri sat with his 'wife' braced against his water-glass, both mortified at the day's events and happy at being allowed to play with his sisters. After lunch, the sisters disappeared back into their room, dragging their little brother along to continue staging the next stage of his marital-life. They played that day for hours and again the next day, the three siblings laughing and bonding together.
Approximately a week later, Dimitri's wife 'mysteriously' died, so after a makeshift funeral, and giving him enough time for grieving (roughly 3 hours), his sisters married him off again. And again. And again.
Don't you just love them? I had to stop halfway through penning this to aww over baby-Dimitri.
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