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Ivan walks into the room Toris told him, his knuckles still white around the pipe. You're hooked up to tubes of all shapes and sizes. Ivan's purple eyes widen and fill with fear as he looks at you. Somehow you sense his presence, and open your eyes. "Ivan," you croak, your heart soaring, "put away the pipe."
"_____!" he says his eyes filling with hope. Stashing the pipe, his sits beside you, holding your cold hand in his massive one. "I thought-" You see a tear drip down his face, and you feel so terrible for this happening today.
Squeezing his hand you try your best to comfort him, "It's alright now, I'm fine. I won't ever leave you."
He looks at you, ecstatic but tears still gather in his eyes, "You mean that, da?"
"Of course," you tell him, reaching over to wipe his tears away, "never." It hurts like hell, but you're a country and you're strong.
A doctor comes in, and Ivan looks mad. You squeeze his hand lightly, trying to calm him. He looks to you in concern, then nods, understanding. "I guess he was all you needed to wake up, huh?" the doctor asks you jokingly.
You smile, knowing it will hurt to laugh. "I guess so."
"You're a pretty lucky one. If that ambulance had been any farther, you might not be with us." You can feel Ivan's grip on your hand tense. "But from all I can see here, they fixed you up pretty well in surgery." another squeezed from Ivan, "Your vitals are all normal, but we'll need to keep you under observation in this room for a few days, alright?" he asks.
You nod, "Yes. That ought to be fine."
The doctor leaves, and Ivan looks more concerned than ever, "You had surgery?"
Pulling down the sheet, you show him your massive bandage covering your chest, "Yep. So you can't poke me in the stomach or anything for a while, kay?" Instantly you regret showing him, as he looks devastated. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"You keep getting hurt, all because of me." Ivan tells you, another tear falling down his cheek. "I should just go so you can be safe."
You're crushed, "Don't! I'd do it all again! You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You can't leave me now. I-" You don't think there will be another time, "I love you, Ivan."
"подсолнечник." he says in shock. "Я тоже тебя люблю."
You frown, "What?"
He leans in and kisses you lightly, "It means I love you too, sunflower."
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It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.
Rose Kennedy's words float through your mind as you finger your long scar. The scar now bulging due to your second child. Ivan sneaks behind you, putting a hand on your exposed stomach and making you shiver. "How are my подсолнухи?" (sunflowers)
"Just fine." you turn and kiss him lightly on the cheek.
Your little (boy's name) comes running up to you two, his purple eyes glowing in excitement, and his (your h/c) locks flowing in his fast pace, "Mommy, daddy, look what I found in the woods!" The four year old proudly extends a wild sunflower to you, the cutest, most innocent look on his face.
Ivan picks him up underneath the arms, swinging him wildly in the air, "(Name), how did you know sunflowers were our favorite?"
The child giggles enthusiastically, "Because you always call us your подсолнухи. So it must mean love, right?"
"That's right." Ivan tells the boy, smiling at you.
He sets the boy down and you both follow him to the door, watching him play in the short spring. Ivan puts an arm around your shoulders, and a hand on your stomach. "Hey." you say to your husband. Turning, he looks at you inquisitively. "Let's move."
"What? Don't you like it here?" he asks, somewhat surprised.
You smile at him, "Sure, but if I'm correct, I recall a certain dream of yours. 'To live someplace warm where sunflowers grow.' Wasn't that it?" Ivan beams at you, and you finger the sunflower in your hands. "We could find an island somewhere, and plant a whole field of them. We could build a house, and raise the kids there."
He stares at you for a moment, unable to find the words. Then he just says, "Я так тебя люблю, подсолнечника." (I love you so much, sunflower).
And you respond with the only Russian you have been able to grasp in these past years, "Я тоже тебя люблю."
Because you have become one with Mother Russia and you couldn't be happier.
"_____!" he says his eyes filling with hope. Stashing the pipe, his sits beside you, holding your cold hand in his massive one. "I thought-" You see a tear drip down his face, and you feel so terrible for this happening today.
Squeezing his hand you try your best to comfort him, "It's alright now, I'm fine. I won't ever leave you."
He looks at you, ecstatic but tears still gather in his eyes, "You mean that, da?"
"Of course," you tell him, reaching over to wipe his tears away, "never." It hurts like hell, but you're a country and you're strong.
A doctor comes in, and Ivan looks mad. You squeeze his hand lightly, trying to calm him. He looks to you in concern, then nods, understanding. "I guess he was all you needed to wake up, huh?" the doctor asks you jokingly.
You smile, knowing it will hurt to laugh. "I guess so."
"You're a pretty lucky one. If that ambulance had been any farther, you might not be with us." You can feel Ivan's grip on your hand tense. "But from all I can see here, they fixed you up pretty well in surgery." another squeezed from Ivan, "Your vitals are all normal, but we'll need to keep you under observation in this room for a few days, alright?" he asks.
You nod, "Yes. That ought to be fine."
The doctor leaves, and Ivan looks more concerned than ever, "You had surgery?"
Pulling down the sheet, you show him your massive bandage covering your chest, "Yep. So you can't poke me in the stomach or anything for a while, kay?" Instantly you regret showing him, as he looks devastated. "Hey, what's wrong?"
"You keep getting hurt, all because of me." Ivan tells you, another tear falling down his cheek. "I should just go so you can be safe."
You're crushed, "Don't! I'd do it all again! You're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You can't leave me now. I-" You don't think there will be another time, "I love you, Ivan."
"подсолнечник." he says in shock. "Я тоже тебя люблю."
You frown, "What?"
He leans in and kisses you lightly, "It means I love you too, sunflower."
Time Skip Sponsored by Flying Mint Bunny
It has been said that time heals all wounds. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.
Rose Kennedy's words float through your mind as you finger your long scar. The scar now bulging due to your second child. Ivan sneaks behind you, putting a hand on your exposed stomach and making you shiver. "How are my подсолнухи?" (sunflowers)
"Just fine." you turn and kiss him lightly on the cheek.
Your little (boy's name) comes running up to you two, his purple eyes glowing in excitement, and his (your h/c) locks flowing in his fast pace, "Mommy, daddy, look what I found in the woods!" The four year old proudly extends a wild sunflower to you, the cutest, most innocent look on his face.
Ivan picks him up underneath the arms, swinging him wildly in the air, "(Name), how did you know sunflowers were our favorite?"
The child giggles enthusiastically, "Because you always call us your подсолнухи. So it must mean love, right?"
"That's right." Ivan tells the boy, smiling at you.
He sets the boy down and you both follow him to the door, watching him play in the short spring. Ivan puts an arm around your shoulders, and a hand on your stomach. "Hey." you say to your husband. Turning, he looks at you inquisitively. "Let's move."
"What? Don't you like it here?" he asks, somewhat surprised.
You smile at him, "Sure, but if I'm correct, I recall a certain dream of yours. 'To live someplace warm where sunflowers grow.' Wasn't that it?" Ivan beams at you, and you finger the sunflower in your hands. "We could find an island somewhere, and plant a whole field of them. We could build a house, and raise the kids there."
He stares at you for a moment, unable to find the words. Then he just says, "Я так тебя люблю, подсолнечника." (I love you so much, sunflower).
And you respond with the only Russian you have been able to grasp in these past years, "Я тоже тебя люблю."
Because you have become one with Mother Russia and you couldn't be happier.
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Phew, happy ending ! -w-