Scream Me a Dream

Ville groaned when he felt something vibrate underneath his leg. Reaching between his and Soya’s bodies he recovered the vibrating nuisance in the shape of Soya’s little blue cell phone. Not wanting to wake a still napping Soya, he answered.

“Hello?” he asked, wincing at his sleep filled voice.

“Mr. Valo?”

“Uh…Nathan?” He asked, placing the man’s voice.

“Ah, yes, I’m assuming Miss. Soya is with you?”

“She is, she’s asleep though, was there something I could do for you?”

“Well, I have Miss. Aida, her class finished early and we’re here at the flat, but since Miss. Soya isn’t here, I was going to take her back to Sipoo until Miss Soya was ready.”

“Ah…actually why don’t you just bring her here?” Ville suggested knowing Soya would prefer Aida near her rather than with her mother. Truthfully, Ville had grown so attached to the girl that he preferred having her at his tower rather than back in Sipoo.

Nathan chuckled. “Elizabeth isn’t in Sipoo at the moment if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“It was…” Ville said slowly. “But it’s still fine, just bring her over.”

“All right, if you’re sure we’ll be over in 20 minutes.”

“Thanks.” Ville said bidding the man goodbye before hanging up the phone and placing it on the nightstand. Carefully, he unwrapped himself from Soya, covering her with a blanket and leaving the room, closing the door behind him and starting down the stairs.

“Finally! You’re up!”

Ville jumped at the sound of a woman’s voice, grabbing at the wall with a curse to keep from falling down the rest of the steps. Turning towards the very familiar voice, sure enough, there was his mother gathering the mugs of tea in his living room.

“Jeez woman!” Ville said, walking down the last three steps. “Little warning next time.”

“Need to keep you on your toes.” Anita said with a smile, before looking up the staircase, then back at Ville. “How is she?”

Ville frowned, knowing exactly who his mother was talking about. “How’d you know she was here?”

“I caught a peek of her when I was looking for you, and I saw her car outside.” Anita answered with a roll of her eyes before heading towards the kitchen.

“She’s as good as can be.” Ville answered with a shrug as she settled on one of the stools at the counter, watching his mother wash his dishes. “I’m pretty sure she’s blaming herself but I think she’s fine. You know you don’t have to clean up after me, right?”

Anita waved his last comment off. “What is she blaming herself for?”

Ville shook his head. “At this point I haven’t narrowed it down but, whatever it is, I’m sure she’s wrong.” As much as Soya said she wanted to share with him, and he had a feeling she would eventually, when it came to her father’s death he didn’t want to push her until she was ready. It was the one situation he would let her deal with on her own before he inserted himself. He’d tried pushing before and that had blown up in both their faces.

“What of her little sister?” His mother questioned.

“Aida?” Ville smiled. “She’s on her way; she had dance class this afternoon, but Nathan’s dropping her off in a few minutes.”

Anita dried her hands, looking at her son and the smile he had on his face. “You’re fond of this little girl aren’t you?”

“She’s a cute kid.” Ville shrugged. “What’s not to be fond of? You’ll like her äiti.”

“Well if she’s as cute as you say I might just have to steal her as a grandchild, seeing as you’re not giving me any.”

Ville groaned. “Are you still on this? You know it’s not just me, you have to guilt trip Soya as well and you do have another son.”

“Yes, but you’re the one I have my hooks in.” Anita winked. “I was thinking of making dinner. Do you want anything? Your daddy will be coming as soon as he closes the shop as well.”

“Should I be expecting Jesse too?”

“No, he’s out of town. You’re safe.” Anita said with a shake of her head as a knock came at the door.

“I’ll get it.” Ville said getting off the stool and walking towards the door. He opened it up, smiling at Nathan. “Hey.”

“Hello Mr. Valo.” Nathan said, moving to the side to show Aida who was sitting on the steps looking out at the yard. “Here’s her bag, and she hasn’t eaten.”

“Thanks.” Ville said taking the bag from Nathan.

“Let Miss. Soya know to call if she needs anything.” Nathan said as he patted Aida’s head as walked towards the town car.

“Hey.” Ville said, setting the bag inside his door and sitting down next to the little girl. “How was dance class?”

Aida shrugged. “Fine.”

“Did you have fun?”

Shrug again. “I guess.”

“You’re not going to talk are you?” Ville asked, causing Aida to look up at him with a frown.

“About what?”

“Nothing.” Ville sighed, definitely seeing Soya’s personality traits in her sister. “Do you want to come inside? My äiti is here, I think she’s going to make dinner.”

“Can I just stay outside for a little while?” Aida asked.

“Sure.” Ville nodded. “I’ll leave the door open, okay?”

Aida nodded, but turned away looking out towards the yard again. Ville sighed, leaning down to kiss the top of her head before getting up and going back inside, leaving the door open mostly so he could keep an eye on her from the counter.

“Where is she?” Anita asked.

“Outside.” Ville said, looking out and seeing Aida’s back. “She and Soya are a lot alike; hopefully she’ll be in before she freezes.” Ville said turning back to his mother, only to see vegetables on the cutting board. “Did you bring food over to cook?”

“I bought you food, if that’s what you mean.” Anita laughed, just as a door opened from upstairs, and Soya came rushing down the stairs.

“I’m late to pick up Aida, you turned off the alarm.” She accused as she started sliding on her Uggs.

“She’s outside.” Ville chuckled, grabbing her arm to keep her still before she ran out the door. “Her class finished early so I told Nathan to bring her here. Now, say hi to my mom.” He teased.

Soya relaxed and leaned against her boyfriend before smiling at Anita. “Hi.”

“Hi, sweetheart, how are you?” Anita said softly.

“I’m fine; I promise you I’m fine.” Soya said. “I should go get Aida though.”

“She’s fine.” Ville assured gesturing towards the door; Soya turned to look and gave a sigh.

“I’ll be right back.” Soya said, going outside and sitting on the steps next to her sister. “Hey.”

“Hi.” Aida said, leaning her chin on her knees.

“I’m worried about you.” Soya admitted, deciding that the best course of action to deal with her sister is to treat her like the adult she acted like instead of the child she was.

Aida blinked and turned to look at her sister. “Why?”

Soya shrugged. “You’ve been acting like me; you never act like me when you’re with me and Ville.”

Aida eyed Soya. “Soya, I’m sad.”

“I know.” Soya said slowly.

“I want to be sad.” Aida said with a shrug. “I don’t want to act like I’m happy when I’m not, I want to be sad.”

Soya shook her head, sliding closer to her sister. “Why can’t I be like you Aida?”

Aida frowned. “Because then you wouldn’t be you.”

Soya chuckled softly. “Good answer sweetheart. Look, I know you want to be sad, but mind being sad inside? It’s freezing out here and you’re wearing tights and a leotard.”

“I have my jacket on.” Aida defended.

“You’re still wearing your tights, come on.”

Aida sighed but stood up with Soya and went inside, standing at the entry way of the door as Soya closed the door. Soya grabbed Aida’s bag then took her sister’s hand. “Come on, let’s get you changed.”

Aida nodded silently before following Soya up the steps and into Ville’s room.

“This is Ville’s room?” Aida asked, looking around.

“It is.” Soya nodded, setting Aida’s bag on the bed and rummaging though it until she found Aida’s jeans and shirt. “Here you go.”

Aida changed out of her ballet clothes, handing Soya the clothes before starting to change into her other set.

“Soya?”

“Yes?”

“I don’t want to do dance anymore.”

Soya looked up from Aida’s bag where she’d been folding Aida’s leotard and over at her sister, “Oh.”

“It’s not that I don’t like it.” Aida said quickly, pulling her shirt on. “I just don’t want to do it anymore.”

“Any reason why?” Soya asked, zipping the bag up and setting it on the foot of the bed, handing Aida her flats and taking the ballet shoes from her.

Aida shrugged slipping on the shoes. “Mamma and papa put me in it and well, now that…” Aida trailed off with another shrug.

“Right.” Soya nodded, sitting on the bed and watching her sister. “Now that papa isn’t here, you feel like there’s no reason to do it.”

Aida nodded. “And mamma is always comparing me to you.”

Soya sighed, having feared that would happen when Aida stared dancing. “All right,” Soya nodded. “How about this: since I’m not sure how long you’ll be staying with me…how about while you’re with me you don’t go to dance class?.”

“Really?” Aida asked in surprise.

Soya nodded, getting off the bed and motioning her sister out of the room. “If that’s what you want, sure.”

“Well, in that case, I also want to stop Latin and piano.”

Soya laughed as they went down the stairs. “Don’t push it kid.”

“Oh come on!” Aida asked, pulling on Soya’s arm as they got to the bottom of the steps.

“I’ll think about Latin,” Soya relented. “But you should keep piano; if you do, I’m sure Ville will be willing to teach you more than your teacher does.”

“Will you really Ville?!” Aida asked running up to Ville and crawling up the stool onto his lap.

“Will I what?” Ville asked surprised by Aida’s change in demeanor.

“Teach me piano!”

Ville chuckled wrapping his arm around Aida to keep her from falling. “I’m not all the great at the piano, I’m afraid.”

“You’re wonderful at the piano!” Anita said with a frown.

“I know enough to get my shit done.” Ville said to his mother, before turning to Aida with a shrug. “I can teach you what I know though.” Ville frowned. “Actually I don’t think Burton would mind teaching you, Aida; I’ll ask him for you if you want.”

“Really?!”

“Sure.” Ville nodded.

Aida turned back to Soya. “Fine, I’ll keep piano but I still want to drop Latin.”

“And I said I’ll think about it.” Soya laughed leaning against the counter. “How about you say ‘hi’ to Ville’s äiti?”

Ville laughed. “Aida this is my mamma, Anita. Mamma, this is Soya’s little sister Aida.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you, Aida.” Anita said with a smile, drying her hands.

“Nice to meet you too, Mrs. Valo.”

Soya chuckled. “Aida I’m sure Anita wouldn’t mind if you called her mummi.”

Ville raised an eyebrow in Soya’s direction causing her to smirk and send him a wink.

“Really?” Aida asked looking at Anita. “Cause I’ve never had a grandma.” She said with a frown. “I kinda always wanted one.”

“Of course it’s fine!” Anita cried with a grin.

“Neat!”

“Oh you’re an adorable child! I brought some pie, would you like some?” Anita asked.

Aida looked up at Soya. “I haven’t had dinner yet.”

Soya shrugged. “Neither have I; go ahead and get some pie.”

Ville let Aida go as she hopped off him and went to the kitchen where Anita was taking the pie out of the refrigerator. Ville looked at Soya with a smile. “You sure know how to make my mother happy.”

Soya shrugged. “I figure that if Aida calls her grandma, it might get her off your case about having kids.”

“I knew I liked you for a reason.” Ville said tugging her towards him, so she took Aida’s place on his lap. Ville looked over at his mother. “I didn’t know you brought pie.”

“You hadn’t said anything to me that was pie worthy.” Anita said handing Aida the plate.

“Ville?” Aida asked, accepting the plate and fork from Anita with a smile and turning to Ville. “Can I watch a movie?”

“Sure sweetheart. Come on, I’ll go set it up for you.” Ville said, moving Soya off him so he could follow Aida into the living room to set the movie up for her.

“Pie, Soya?”

Soya laughed. “Am I allowed to share with Ville?”

“If you want to share, that’s fine by me.” Anita teased, cutting Soya a slice. Soya got up from the stool going into the kitchen and accepting the plate, leaning back against the counter.

“All right, she’s settled.” Ville said leaning back against the counter next to Soya. “Can I have some?” He asked eyeing the pie. Rolling her eyes, Soya passed him the plate and fork, causing him to grin.

“Soya?” Anita asked, causing Soya to turn from her boyfriend to his mother.

“Yes?”

“I know I shouldn’t bring it up, but…when’s the funeral sweetheart?”

Soya sighed. “Tomorrow.”

Ville nearly choked on the slice of pie he’d just swallowed, looking at Soya in surprised. “Tomorrow?”

Soya nodded. “According to our lawyers anyway; they’ve been going through his will, and he wanted a small gathering, just family and a few of his close friends, which is why he asked for it to be held on a Monday instead of a weekend, you know like normal Finns.” Soya ran her hand down her face with a wince. “Oh crap, I forgot to go pick up the dresses.”

“Dresses?” Ville asked, setting the plate down on the counter.

“For the funeral. I had to go pick them up today.”

“Is it still open?” Ville asked. “I’ll go with you to pick them up.”

Soya sighed. “I think so. I just… Aida’s happy now and I don’t want to take her somewhere where she’s reminded of what we have to go do tomorrow.”

“Soya,” Anita said. “I can watch Aida for you if you want to run and get the dresses; it’s fine.”

“Are you sure, Anita?”

“Of course!” Anita said, patting Soya’s cheek. “It’s what grandmas do.”

Soya gave a small smile. “Thank you.”

“Go on then.” Anita said waving them off.

Soya nodded, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked into the living room. “Aida?”

“Hmm?” Aida asked, tilting her head back to look at Soya.

“I’m going to run out real quick with Ville. Anita is going to stay here with you, all right?”

“All right.” Aida nodded, turning back to the TV.

Soya turned and accepted Ville’s hand as they walked out, Ville calling out that he was leaving as he closed the door behind him and followed Soya out to the car. Pulling the keys out of her pocket she unlocked the door, getting in and pulling out after Ville buckled himself in.

“Soya,” Ville started, as they drove down the street. “I want to go with you tomorrow.”

Soya chewed on her lip as she looked over at him, before sighing and giving a nod. “All right.”

Ville raised an eyebrow in surprise that she had agreed so quickly. “Really? That easy?”

Soya shrugged. “What’s the point of arguing if at the end of the argument I either just give in, or you end up showing up at the funeral anyway?”

“You know me too well.”

“I promised to show you the bad right?”

“Right.”

“I do want you there, Ville.” Soya chewed on her lip once more before looking over at him briefly. “I was going to ask you go to with me, I just wasn’t sure if you’d want to put up with my mother.” She shook her head. “I’m not even sure I want to put up with her.”

“Then I’ll go.”

“We’re not even burying him yet.” Soya whispered.

Ville blinked and looked over at her. “What?”

“We can’t bury him yet.” She repeated. “The ground’s getting too cold and hard to bury him, it’s just the ceremony. He goes back to the family annex afterwards, then gets buried in the spring. It’s all so specific in his will.”

“Have you heard all of his will?” Ville asked as Soya parked in front of the dress shop.

Soya shook her head turning off the car and unbuckling her seat belt. “Not all of it; the lawyers are just reading the part on his funeral for now. On Tuesday, my mother and I are getting together in Sipoo to hear the rest. Can we go in now?”

“Yeah.” Ville nodded getting out of the car, following Soya into the dress shop, the bell above their heads tinkling as they walked in.

“Soya?” Maija asked, coming out from behind her counter. “Oh sweetheart, how are-”

“I’m fine.” Soya said quickly with a small smile. “I promise you, I’m fine Maija.”

“Are you sure? Because…”

“Positive.” Soya said. “I just came for the dresses.”

“Did you bring your sister? I haven’t tried her on for a dress in a while Soya!” Maija called as she disappeared into her back room. “I’m not sure if the measurements are the same!”

“They should be!” Soya called back, smiling softly at Ville. “Take a seat, Valo. This is going to be a while; Maija likes to talk.”

Ville gave a soft chuckle, before taking a seat on the purple Victorian couch, watching as Soya fingered the fabrics of the dresses that littered the racks that nearly covered every surface of the store.

“Here they are. Go try yours on Soya, I want to make sure it fits perfectly for tomorrow.”

Soya nodded taking the garment bag into one of the dressing rooms to change into. Maija smiled softly at Ville, setting the other garment bag down, before turning back to the dressing room.

“Soya I don’t mean to be a bother, but you never returned the dress you wore…” Maija called, trailing off with a wince.

“Oh!” Soya said coming out of the dressing room adjusting the black lace sleeves of the dress. “Uh, Maija would it be all right if I paid you for the dress, I just…I ripped the bottom of the dress and I would rather just keep it, than giving it back to you all ruined.”

Ville frowned. “Wait, the dress you wore on Thursday?”

Soya nodded stepping on the podium, as Maija stood behind her checking to make sure everything sat straight. “It ripped.” Soya said simply.

Ville nodded slowly. “Right. Sorry Maija, it was my fault, I have heavy feet when dancing.”

Maija waved it off. “It’s fine. Well, pay for the dress Soya, you know that’s fine by me, just bring it in when you can and I’ll fix it for you. Now this one fits perfectly; go on and change out of it. And if anything is wrong with Aida’s dress tomorrow, just call me and I’ll rush over and fix it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Soya answered stepping off the podium and going back to the dressing room to change. She came out a couple minutes later, zipping up the garment bag and setting it down with the other next to Ville. “Well then, how much do I owe you?”

“Those two are on me sweetie,” Maija said with a wave of her hand. “I’ll bill you the other.”

“Maija.” Soya started.

“No, no. I want to do this, don’t you dare argue, now go, out.”

Soya sighed, knowing there was no use arguing with the older lady. “All right, I’m going.” She muttered, putting the dresses over her arm and taking Ville’s hand as they walked out of the shop.

She unlocked the door, hanging the dresses in the back before getting into the car. She was about to turn it on, when Ville put a hand on hers stopping hers.

“I have a question.”

“All right.” Soya nodded slowly, turning to him.

“That night…you asked me to get rid of your dress…actually, of anything you wore that night…why?”

Soya stared at him a minute, as if trying to remember before wincing. “Right, I forgot about that, I…” she sighed. “I just needed everything that reminded me of that night off, Ville. The dress just smelled of hospital and then my ring…I was holding his hand in the ambulance and…oh God, I gave you back the necklace.”

“Soya.”

“Oh god Ville, I must have hurt you, I’m so sorry.”

“Soya, kultaseni, calm down, it’s fine.”

“No, no, it’s not fine; I didn’t mean anything by it Ville, other than just wanting everything that I wore to the hospital off me. Please tell me you kept it Ville.”

“One, now that I know why you gave it back, it’s fine Soya, it’s understandable.”

“And you’re too kind.” Soya muttered.

“And two, yes I kept it, it should still be in my jeans from that night.”

Soya sighed in relief as she leaned back against her seat. “Go back to your place?”

“I’d like it if you and Aida stayed over tonight.” Ville admitted.

Soya swallowed. “Where’s Aida going to sleep?”

Ville shrugged. “We can sleep in the living room, move some stuff around and just camp out down there if that’s fine, I’d just…I’d like it if you guys were there.”

“All right.” Soya nodded. “Let’s go back to my place so I can grab Aida’s pajamas.”

Ville nodded in agreement as they headed towards Soya’s flat. Ville waited in the car as she ran up to grab clothing for her sister before they headed back to his tower.

“We have to leave a bit early.” Soya said. “It starts at noon.”

“That’s fine.” Ville nodded as she parked in front of his tower, noting the car that was already sitting there. “Daddy’s here.”

Soya smiled. “I haven’t seen Kari in a while.”

“He misses you.”

Soya leaned in and gave Ville a soft kiss. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being so Goddamn understanding, Ville; you have every right to be angry with me right now.”

“Because you yelled at me? Soya, if we stayed angry at each other every time we said hurtful things, then our relationship would never develop, we’d be perpetually angry at each other.” He reached up and cupped her cheek, brushing his lips against hers. “I’m going to say stupid idiotic things throughout our relationship Soya, I can promise you that, and I have no doubt in my mind you’ll have your moments too. But that night, that has to be an exception to the rule.”

“Why though?”

“Soya, why are you so hell-bent at having me angry at you? If this is to pick a fight because you’re angry about your father, then fine, let’s have a fight and I’ll let you yell and scream and I’ll sit here and take it, but if it’s because you feel bad, then don’t. It’s forgiven, it’s forgotten. We both agreed that we said horrible things that we regret Soya, it’s done. I’m not going to draw out the argument now that we both have an understanding of what went on with the other. It’s done, all right?”

Soya nodded, her eyes wide. “All right.”

“Good, now get out of the car, I’m hungry and I want to see what my mother made for dinner.”

Soya nodded, reaching behind the seats to grab the bag she’d packed for Aida and getting out of the car, following Ville into the house where she was greeted warmly by Kari and with a hug from her sister.

“Well, hello.” Soya laughed, handing the bag over to Ville as he ran it upstairs. “Hi Kari.”

“Hi sweetheart, how-”

“Don’t ask.” Soya laughed, looking down at her sister.

“Guess what!”

“What?” Soya asked stepping further into the house, hugging Kari.

“I got a grandpa today too!” Aida said excitedly.

“Did you?” Soya laughed, looking at Kari. “Did you get suckered into it?”

Kari shrugged. “I don’t mind it, she’s a good kid. Cute. Makes that one happy to hear her call us that so, why not?” He said motioning to Anita.

“As long as you’re fine with it.” Soya laughed. “Aida, why don’t I put some cartoons on for you?”

“All right.” Aida nodded, going back to the couch as Soya changed the channels, finding a cartoon station for Aida before joining Kari and Anita in the kitchen.

“Did you get the dresses all right?”

Soya nodded, “I did.”

“Hi daddy.” Ville greeted, hugging his father. “Close the shop early?”

“Slow day.” Kari said. “I have someone else closing up for me tonight. Soya, Anita and I have been talking.”

“All right?” Soya nodded.

“And we were thinking, tomorrow we’d prefer it if you weren’t alone.”

Soya blinked as she looked at Ville’s father. “I…I wasn’t planning on being alone, I’ve got Aida, and Ville’s going with me to the funeral.”

“We meant afterwards sweetheart.” Anita said, just as Aida came into the kitchen, causing them to pause their conversation.

“Soya?”

“Hmm?”

“In English, S-T-A-R, that spells ‘star’, right?”

“Right.” Soya said with a nod.

Aida frowned. “And when the ‘w’ and the ‘h’ are together, that’s makes the sound like when the ‘h’ is alone right?”

“Right, it makes a ‘huh’ sound.” Soya nodded.

“Okay.” Aida said, skipping out of the room again. Ville frowned, looking over at Aida and seeing her sit down on the couch again, before shaking his head.

“What?” Anita asked.

“I was watching a movie the other night, but I’m 99.9% positive I put it away.” Ville said shaking his head.

“What movie?” Soya asked, looking at Ville.

Ville smirked. “Movie daddy gave me.”

Kari frowned at his son. “A movie I gave you…from the shop?”

“Porn!” Anita whispered harshly. “Ville, that movie better be put away!”

“It is!” Ville defended, “I’m sure of it.”

“I don’t know whether to be amused or offended that you’re watching porn.” Soya said with a grin.

“I’m a tester!” Ville laughed.

“A tester?” Soya asked with a raised eyebrow.

Kari rolled his eyes. “Jesse and Ville test out movies for me. They watch them and let me know what they think, whether they’re worth carrying in the store or not, though most of the movies make it to the shelves anyway.”

“Don’t worry, love,” Ville teased, wrapping his arms around his girlfriend. “You’re the only one I want naked and in my bed.”

“Ville!” Soya laughed, elbowing his stomach as she felt her face turn beat red. “Ignore your son, what were you saying Anita?”

“Well,” Anita said, eyeing her son who was grinning, before turning back to Soya. “We were thinking afterwards, if you wanted to come over to the house, have some dinner…”

“Oh Anita, I…”

“We’ve talked to the boys and they all want to come over.” Kari said.

“The boys.”

“Linde, Mige, Gas, Burton and their ladies.” Ville listed, knowing his parents had already talked to the rest of the band. “I’ve talked to Jussi and Jyrki and they want to come along with Rosalind. We just want to be there for you.”

Soya shook her head. “It’s not a way everyone should spend their Monday I don’t want to...”

“Burden us?” Ville asked, tilting his head down to look at her. “Soya, get it through your head, you’re not a burden, everyone worries about you and wants to see you and be there.”

“We want to do this Soya.” Kari said with a small smile. “You’ve always been a part of this family and family takes care of one another, even if you weren’t raised that way, all right?”

Soya sighed. “No use arguing, right?”

“I’ll just drag you over to the house afterward anyway.” Ville said with a shrug. “And, what’s better? Spending the rest of the day with family and friends that love you, or with your mother?”

“Well, when you put it that way.” Soya groaned.

“Ville?”

They all turned towards the doorway to see Aida standing there with a frown on her face.

“What’s up little one?”

“You know what all your movies are about right?”

“Sure.” Ville nodded.

“What’s ‘Star Whores’ about?”

“Ville!” Soya said, unwrapping his arms from around her waist to glare at him with crossed arms.

“Shit,” Ville groaned, “I’ll go put it away. Come on Aida.”

“Wait but what is it about?! I wanna see it!”

“No!” Anita and Soya both said, causing Kari to laugh.

“Let’s just say it’s a grown up movie and when you come of age you can watch it, all right?” Ville laughed. “For now it’s going away.”

“Fine, but do you promise?” Aida asked with wide eyes.

“Aida, I promise.” Ville laughed, going out to the living room, causing Soya to frown and turn to Kari and Anita.

“I’m sorry, did my boyfriend just promise my little sister porn for her eighteenth birthday?”