Finding Forgiveness

Can We Do This?

Kira’s POV
“Kira,” Evgeni walked into the lounge room with Misha hanging upside down as he giggled away, “was he always this colour?”
“What have you two been up to?” I was a little concerned as to why my son was painted green.
“I am hulk,” Misha growled with his fist clenched just like his favourite superhero.

“Really?” I looked disapprovingly at Evgeni.
“What?” he tried to give me his best innocent look as flipped Misha back to his feet.
“It’s cute yes, but Evgeni,” I sighed putting my hands on Misha’s shoulders and leading him to the bathroom.
“Kira,” he followed right behind me with apologetic eyes.
“Evgeni it’s ok, I just don’t want him painting walls and stuff next, its just too messy.”

“Just watch him,” I pointed to Misha sitting in the bath as I went to put his now green clothes in the wash.

“Misha no sit down,” I heard Evgeni panic and slight scream before there was some crying.

“What happened?” I rushed back into the bathroom to see Misha wrapped in a towel in Evgeni’s arms as he cried.
“He slipped,” Evgeni looked up at me terrified.
“Mik, Mik, look at me,” I grabbed his little face.

“Mummy,” he wriggled from Evgeni’s grasp to reach out for me.
“It’s ok,” I ran my hand over his head where a little lump was already starting to appear.

“What have I told you about standing up in the bath, bud?” I kissed his little forehead.
“Don’t,” he buried his face back into my neck.

Evgeni’s POV
This wasn’t going to be a great way to end the first week of my attempt at fatherhood but I was hoping Kira wouldn’t be angry.

“Let mummy kiss it better,” she pressed her lips to the raised skin on his forehead.

With a little bit of love and cuddling he was ok and had stopped crying. I didn’t like to see him cry, especially when I should have done something to stop him, “he will be ok. Kids are like a rubber band, they always bounce back,” she put a reassuring hand on my back.

“Kira, I am sorry.”
“Evgeni don’t worry, it’s ok,” but I couldn’t help but feel guilty looking at the little boy sitting in the middle of his bed wrapped in a towel looking so sad.
“But…”
“Shhh,” she put her finger on my lips to stop me.
“Trust me, he is ok.”

I wanted to believe her but I couldn’t help but worry. Was I going to be a terrible dad? What if I messed up and it was too late? It’s a big responsibility and I was beginning to doubt myself.

“Evgeni?” she opened the door to her bedroom where I was freaking out, “he really is ok, you don’t have to worry.”
“What if I am not cut out to be a dad?”
“Evgeni of course you are, you are great with him and I don’t think he has opened up to someone so quickly like he has with you before,” she sat down next to me.
“Really?”
“Honestly, he is usually so shy.”

“When are we going to tell him?” I looked at Kira but she looked away.
“I don’t know, when do you want to tell him?” she seemed really uneasy about it.
“I guess we can wait awhile,” I didn’t want to push her right now. She knew what was best for him and I had to respect that.

“Umm, if you are up for it he wants you to watch a movie with him before bed, I am going to go have a shower.”
“Ok, what movie?”
“He will show where his drawer of movies is.”

“Is everything ok?” I stopped her before she could walk away.
“Yeah it’s fine,” but I was convinced.

Kira’s POV
I wasn’t angry with Evgeni for letting Misha get hurt, Misha knew better than to try and stand in the tub. I was just worried that he would get attached and Evgeni and I would fight again, just like we always did.

The last thing I wanted was for Misha to be taken away from me. I loved him and he was all that mattered to me for the last 3 years. He depends on me to make the right decision for him. I was just worried that maybe this might not be the right one.

I loved taking nice hot showers but everyone does a little soul searching instead of actually washing their hair so I wasn’t feeling refreshed at all.

“Come sit,” Evgeni patted the spot on the couch next to him as Misha was curled up on the other with his head on Evgeni’s lap.
“Ok now?” he kissed my temple. He used to do it all the time to ease the tension and it still worked.

I felt myself melting into him. He was so warm and comforting, maybe we could make it work and everything be ok. At least for now it was.
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Ok so I have been wracking my brain to figure out a nickname for Misha and since it is short for Mikhail (but no his name is not actually Mikhail, he has a nickname for a real name) I have decided on 'Mik' coz it's short and cute