Sunday, 7th September
Though summer was turning to fall in Rhy'Din, it was still a warm season, offering plenty of opportunity to enjoy the outdoors for those who had the time. Anya, despite her objections to the contrary, had that time, and didn't really have a leg to stand on when it came to arguing. Though she wanted an active role in the Ballet Troupe, she was halfway through her pregnancy now, at the point where even gentle ballet might cause harm to the baby if she pushed herself too hard. So she'd swallowed her objections and turned her attention to the garden of the little house she and Tony now lived in, spending hours turning the earth and planting flowers that would bloom all year 'round. That was where she was today, making the most of the sunshine before a week of auditions stretched ahead of her.
As for Tony, he'd spent the earlier part of the day at the theater, working on preparations for auditions, chatting with Mataya and Irina, choosing which pieces they'd have the dancers perform. Though different from the preparations necessary for a ballet, there was still a good amount of work involved in getting ready, but the real work wouldn't come until everyone had auditioned, and he and Anya and Irina started weeding them out. He had only been gone a few hours, and yet, he'd called several times to make sure Anya was all right and to let her know he wouldn't be much longer. Despite her reassurance that she was fine, Tony had become something of a worrier these days, ever since Anya had become pregnant with their first child. Today, though, she was in for a treat. He knew how she'd been having cravings, and he also knew how hard she tried to ignore them, but he thought there was nothing wrong with having a treat now and then, so long as one didn't subsist on it.
By the time he returned home, Anya had given up answering the home phone, simply texting him from her cell every time it rang. Amused and touched by his overprotective behavior, she didn't mind being fussed over so much, though she could have wished that Rosita would keep her distance a little more. As much as she loved Tony's mother, the woman was so ecstatic over her boy having a child, she would have moved in with them if they had let her. Wiping her hands clean of the soft earth she had been turning, she sat back on her heels, gently rubbing a palm against the slender curve of her pregnant belly, smiling as the child within produced more of those gentle movements only she could feel just yet. "Shh, malyshka," she murmured to their unborn child. "You will tire us both out."
Tony's mother had, in fact, suggested she move in at one point, and as much as he adored her, he'd had to put his foot down there. Unless something happened to make the doctor restrict the expectant mother to bed-rest, Tony had assured Rosita he and Anya could handle things on their own for now, thankyouverymuch. It was a short drive from the Shanachie to the place they now called home, too far to walk, but close enough that it didn't take long to get back and forth. Tony had only made one stop on the way home, and he kept glancing over at the little package on the passenger seat of the car in hopes he'd make it home before it was rendered inedible.
Glancing up at the sky, Anya smiled to herself, knowing Tony would be home soon, and began to put things in order, tidying up after herself before wandering back into the house to wash her hands. She even spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, making sure she looked as good as she could for her husband.
It wasn't long before a car pulled up to the house that he and Anya had bought with the intentions of raising a family. It was a quaint house, charming and comfortable, in what was considered to be a safe area of the city. It didn't hurt that Tony had hired a mage to safeguard the house against the most common dangers found in Rhy'Din. Not only did he have a wife to protect, but they'd soon have a child. Tony shut down the engine and climbed out of the car, pushing the door closed behind him before starting up the walk to the door, smiling as he noticed the new flowers that hadn't been there when he'd left a few hours earlier.
Anya pulled the door open for him as he walked up the path, having heard the car rumble into the drive. She smiled sweetly at her husband, green eyes alight with pleasure at seeing him once again. She always missed him when they were apart, even if it were only for a few hours. "Good evening, lyubimaya."
It made him smile to hear her welcome, even if it was a very formal one. "Good evening, tesoro mia," he said, leaning in to press a kiss against her cheek. "I brought you something," he told her with a slightly mischievous grin, holding up a paper bag which held a treasure of a different kind.
It was something she would always have, that formal first greeting, a habit learned in childhood and never lost. As she closed the door behind him, she beamed at his kiss, turning her head to catch his lips in a kiss of her own before he distracted her with the promise of a present. "What is it?"
"Something to fatten you up," he teased. "I went by Elena's and she gave it to me." He reached for her hand and tugged her toward a chair. "Here, sit down, and I'll show you."
She laughed indignantly at his suggestion that she needed fattening up, smoothing her free hand over her bump as he drew her to sit. "You and your mother will not be happy until I am four times this size," she accused him fondly, though the prospect of something from Elena's was very enticing. Nervous as her sister-in-law was of anyone knowing that she was now a cook and caterer, her little delicacies were earning a name for themselves in certain circles.
He unfolded the top of the bag as he crouched down in front of her, that mischievous smile still on his face. Apparently, he seemed to be enjoying this little surprise. "Close your eyes," he instructed and waited for her to do so.
Green eyes narrowed with suspicious amusement as he crouched down in front of her, but there was no denying that Anya loved the surprises her Tony brought home for her every now and then. "Da, muzh," she teased in her own native tongue, obediently squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
None of his surprises were ever unpleasant, though every now and then he might bring her something she wasn't quite in the mood for. "Eyes closed," he warned again. Whatever it was he'd brought her was going to be a real treat for her mouth. The paper bag crinkled as he pulled something out. It took another thirty seconds or so to get the lid off, and then he was scooping a bit of something onto a plastic spoon for her enjoyment. "Open! Here it comes!"
Though summer was turning to fall in Rhy'Din, it was still a warm season, offering plenty of opportunity to enjoy the outdoors for those who had the time. Anya, despite her objections to the contrary, had that time, and didn't really have a leg to stand on when it came to arguing. Though she wanted an active role in the Ballet Troupe, she was halfway through her pregnancy now, at the point where even gentle ballet might cause harm to the baby if she pushed herself too hard. So she'd swallowed her objections and turned her attention to the garden of the little house she and Tony now lived in, spending hours turning the earth and planting flowers that would bloom all year 'round. That was where she was today, making the most of the sunshine before a week of auditions stretched ahead of her.
As for Tony, he'd spent the earlier part of the day at the theater, working on preparations for auditions, chatting with Mataya and Irina, choosing which pieces they'd have the dancers perform. Though different from the preparations necessary for a ballet, there was still a good amount of work involved in getting ready, but the real work wouldn't come until everyone had auditioned, and he and Anya and Irina started weeding them out. He had only been gone a few hours, and yet, he'd called several times to make sure Anya was all right and to let her know he wouldn't be much longer. Despite her reassurance that she was fine, Tony had become something of a worrier these days, ever since Anya had become pregnant with their first child. Today, though, she was in for a treat. He knew how she'd been having cravings, and he also knew how hard she tried to ignore them, but he thought there was nothing wrong with having a treat now and then, so long as one didn't subsist on it.
By the time he returned home, Anya had given up answering the home phone, simply texting him from her cell every time it rang. Amused and touched by his overprotective behavior, she didn't mind being fussed over so much, though she could have wished that Rosita would keep her distance a little more. As much as she loved Tony's mother, the woman was so ecstatic over her boy having a child, she would have moved in with them if they had let her. Wiping her hands clean of the soft earth she had been turning, she sat back on her heels, gently rubbing a palm against the slender curve of her pregnant belly, smiling as the child within produced more of those gentle movements only she could feel just yet. "Shh, malyshka," she murmured to their unborn child. "You will tire us both out."
Tony's mother had, in fact, suggested she move in at one point, and as much as he adored her, he'd had to put his foot down there. Unless something happened to make the doctor restrict the expectant mother to bed-rest, Tony had assured Rosita he and Anya could handle things on their own for now, thankyouverymuch. It was a short drive from the Shanachie to the place they now called home, too far to walk, but close enough that it didn't take long to get back and forth. Tony had only made one stop on the way home, and he kept glancing over at the little package on the passenger seat of the car in hopes he'd make it home before it was rendered inedible.
Glancing up at the sky, Anya smiled to herself, knowing Tony would be home soon, and began to put things in order, tidying up after herself before wandering back into the house to wash her hands. She even spent a few minutes in front of the mirror, making sure she looked as good as she could for her husband.
It wasn't long before a car pulled up to the house that he and Anya had bought with the intentions of raising a family. It was a quaint house, charming and comfortable, in what was considered to be a safe area of the city. It didn't hurt that Tony had hired a mage to safeguard the house against the most common dangers found in Rhy'Din. Not only did he have a wife to protect, but they'd soon have a child. Tony shut down the engine and climbed out of the car, pushing the door closed behind him before starting up the walk to the door, smiling as he noticed the new flowers that hadn't been there when he'd left a few hours earlier.
Anya pulled the door open for him as he walked up the path, having heard the car rumble into the drive. She smiled sweetly at her husband, green eyes alight with pleasure at seeing him once again. She always missed him when they were apart, even if it were only for a few hours. "Good evening, lyubimaya."
It made him smile to hear her welcome, even if it was a very formal one. "Good evening, tesoro mia," he said, leaning in to press a kiss against her cheek. "I brought you something," he told her with a slightly mischievous grin, holding up a paper bag which held a treasure of a different kind.
It was something she would always have, that formal first greeting, a habit learned in childhood and never lost. As she closed the door behind him, she beamed at his kiss, turning her head to catch his lips in a kiss of her own before he distracted her with the promise of a present. "What is it?"
"Something to fatten you up," he teased. "I went by Elena's and she gave it to me." He reached for her hand and tugged her toward a chair. "Here, sit down, and I'll show you."
She laughed indignantly at his suggestion that she needed fattening up, smoothing her free hand over her bump as he drew her to sit. "You and your mother will not be happy until I am four times this size," she accused him fondly, though the prospect of something from Elena's was very enticing. Nervous as her sister-in-law was of anyone knowing that she was now a cook and caterer, her little delicacies were earning a name for themselves in certain circles.
He unfolded the top of the bag as he crouched down in front of her, that mischievous smile still on his face. Apparently, he seemed to be enjoying this little surprise. "Close your eyes," he instructed and waited for her to do so.
Green eyes narrowed with suspicious amusement as he crouched down in front of her, but there was no denying that Anya loved the surprises her Tony brought home for her every now and then. "Da, muzh," she teased in her own native tongue, obediently squeezing her eyes tightly shut.
None of his surprises were ever unpleasant, though every now and then he might bring her something she wasn't quite in the mood for. "Eyes closed," he warned again. Whatever it was he'd brought her was going to be a real treat for her mouth. The paper bag crinkled as he pulled something out. It took another thirty seconds or so to get the lid off, and then he was scooping a bit of something onto a plastic spoon for her enjoyment. "Open! Here it comes!"