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As soon as she got through the door, she tossed her keys on the hook, dropped her purse to the ground, and groaned.
"трахни сьогодні."
Natalya Muruska Bachynska just came home from an opening to closing shift on one of the busiest days of the year. And, to add a cherry on top of her exhausted day, she had a baby. Little one year old Tamara.
Tamara was her pride and joy, the reason Talya kept coming to work every morning. If you told her that 5 years ago, she'd have laughed in your face, and proved it with a well placed right hook. But now she was 22 years old. Married, full time job, and a mother. She didn't expect any of that to happen to her, and much less to her husband, Misha.
She met Misha 5 years ago, when they were both 18. He was writing slightly tolerable rap about women and money. His whole "gangsta" persona was cute, but once she got to know him, she learned just how big his heart was. But would it be big enough to share love between her and a child? She didn't think so. At least, she never thought so.
She dragged her feet through the house, looking for her husband. She wanted nothing more than to take off her bra, grab a beer for the two of them, and curl up with her husband.
She couldn't find him in the living room, or the kitchen, or Tamara's room. So she lumbered down the hallway, which felt longer than it did yesterday, and opened the door to the bedroom. The sight made her forget all about the awful day she had.
There was her husband, "Bad Egg" Misha Bachynskyi, sitting on their bed with little baby Tamara asleep on his chest. She was curled up, fast asleep, drooling on his old System of a Down T-shirt. He was watching the TV while holding her. Supporting her bottom with one hand and rubbing her back with the other. As soon as he heard the floorboards creak as Talya walked in, he looked up and smiled. Even after a terrible day, she still looked beautiful. "Hello, моє кохання." He said.
"Hi.. You look comfy, " she replied. He breathed out a chuckle and looked down at the baby. "Clearly.. тато's the best pillow, huh?" He softly asked the baby, pressing a kiss to her head. He looked back at Talya and waved her over. She kicked off her boots and went to his side, sitting down next to him and looking at the TV.
"Clerks? Really?" She asked, raising a brow. "What? Peak cinema.. Only the best for lil' egg." Talya couldn't help but roll her eyes at that name. She loved her husband, but his fascination with eggs was always strange. "Besides, you love this movie." He continued. Talya had to agree, she did love this movie. She nodded and stretched as far as she could, letting her muscles relax after a long day. "How are you, my love?"
"Tired doesn't even begin to explain it." She said, standing up off the bed to change out of her work clothes. "That asshat Logan kept acting like I don't know how to stock a fucking shelf, and just-" she groaned, changing into one of his old shirts and some biker shorts as she continued to rant about her day. He just watched her, nodding in sympathy. Once she was done talking and changing he waved her over. "C' mere.. Come rest with us." He said, taking a hand off Tamara's back and holding it out for her.
She felt her heart melt and went back over to him, crawling into his side. As soon as she was comfortable, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "That's right." He cooed. "All the ladies love their тато." He said with the ghost of a smirk. He pressed a kiss to Talya's temple, and rested his cheek on the top of her head. Talya scoffed and rolled her eyes at his antics, but was too tired to argue.
She was awake enough to comment, though.
"Just because you're in this whole 'girl dad' moment doesn't mean that you're my тато." She mumbled into his shoulders, watching the movie. Dante and Randall were talking in the car, she breathed out a laugh.
He scoffed. "You were not saying that when we were making little Tamara-" Talya clamped her hand over his mouth with a huge smile on her face. "Misha!.. Eugh!" She groaned as she felt him lick the palm of her hand. He laughed, throwing his head back slightly. She wiped her hands on his shirt and he groaned as he felt it stick to his skin.
"Talya!"
"What!? It's not like your shirt doesn't already have drool on it!"
Misha was going to argue back, until he paused. And nodded, she won this one. He just kissed her temple again and sighed, fully relaxed and happy.
Talya sighed as well, a huge smile on her face as she curled back into his side. Her gaze went down to look at Tamara, still fast asleep, and still drooling on Misha's shirt.
Talya had a bad day, people were rude, the weather was terrible, the work was hard, but it was all worth it. Since she came home to a husband who loved her, and a daughter that drools all over her husband's shirt.