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I’m in the back room putting away some of the amazing stuff Lu and I found this weekend, while the girls finish up closing the shop when I hear the sound of the beads along the front door moving, soft chimes and glass tinkling as they’re pushed together, the unmistakable sound of my little monster’s voice.
“Mommmmmy.” He calls out in his perfect baby raspy voice,over the talking in the other room I can hear the little pitter patter of his feet as he runs across the old wood floors.
I poke my head through the door just in time to see him notice me, his smile is from ear to ear as he runs to me, throwing himself into my open arms.
“Hi stinker.” I pull his little body close, trying my best to kiss his little cheek.
“Hi mommy.” My baby smiles at me but that’s all I get before he’s off again, he’s surrounded by things he can touch and break, he’d rather explore then cuddle.
I don’t want to take my eyes off him, I missed him sure, but I’m mostly worrying about him breaking something, heels click along the floor stopping where I’m just about to stand up.
“Hello sweetheart.” Sasha’s mom offers me her hand, helping pull me to my feet.
“Hi.” Once I’m standing I lean in, kissing the soft skin of her right cheek, then her left. “I thought we were supposed to meet at the restaurant.”
“Change of plans.” Sasha’s dad replies his Russian accent strong as his deep voice, he’s got a picnic basket in his hand and a fond smile on his face, tilting his head toward his first grandchild, “This one is in a mood today, we though it best if we skipped the public setting for dinner.”
“Maybe if you would’ve let him take his nap this would not be problem.” His wife chides him, she smiles at me before rolling her beautiful eyes.
“Not my fault they’re taking him away for the next two weeks.” He sounds really disgruntled and before I would probably be really worried that I upset him, but underneath an accent that always seems to sound threatening and covered by his mustache, I can see his lips twitch and I know he’s just teasing me.
“You see him every day lyubov moya, this will be a nice break, some adult time.”
He turns his attention from us, handing me the picnic basket before walking away. Once he has Wren in his hands he lifts him above his head, making him squeal in delight, “Come on
zvyozdochka, is time to eat.”