MaryI awoke feeling the warmth of Pyotr's skin enveloping me, I snuggled into his arms, as that feeling of fullness came over me once again. Every part of my life was whole again.After Peter took me to the terrace yesterday I had no doubt, he is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, I could never give this up. After I had this certainty, the rest was easier.We enjoyed our evening at home, and after dinner went straight to bed. I outlined Pyotr's face with my fingertips, thinking how lucky I was to have him by my side." What time is it? " he murmured, his eyes still closed." I don't know," I kissed him softly on the lips. Hearing the protests from the other side of the door " But the kitty and Libby didn't like that they slept outside.”" They'll have to get used to it," Pyotr laughed, moving away to look for his cell phone. “I will prepare breakfast.”" If you help me get dressed, we can do it together." I sat up in bed, looking around for my clothes." Help you? Why
MarryWe remained silent until we were in the car going back to the apartment." I'm sorry about that, he shouldn't have brought Margot here without consulting you," Pyotr sighed." We got through it," I stared at him, "She had a chance to explain herself, and now we can move on, Peter. We have closed this chapter of our lives.”" Really?”" Pete, I told you I've forgiven you," I pointed out slowly, "Don't you think you need to do the same?”He remained silent, after a quick glance. I knew how much he blamed himself for my condition, but I didn't want him to stay with me out of guilt, but because he loved me." I'm sorry," he finally spoke up, "I... I just hate seeing you like this thing.”" And I hate being like this," I took a deep breath, "but there's not much you can do about it, is there?”" If I had told you... " He looked away." If I hadn't decided to drive at that moment," I retorted, "If I had slowed down, or if I had remembered to buckle up, who knows. If I had…”" Mary…”"
MaryThe next day was the same as the others. Breakfast, walk with Libby in the park, lunch, physical therapy. I was surprised to get a call from my dad inviting us to his house for dinner.This was strange, because he usually took us to some restaurant or something, but I decided not to argue. At the agreed time we went to my parents' house." Why the last minute invitation? " Pyotr asked " Your father usually likes to plan things in advance.”" I don't know, he must be feeling lonely," I yawned. “I just hope he doesn't try to drag us off to some opera or theater or whatever.”" I warn him, you're tired," he assured me, taking me in his arms as we reached the door to the old man's house. He climbed the steps to the front door, setting me down and supporting me so that I could take the few steps to the door and ring the bell.To my surprise, it was Ian who answered, staring at me with a nonchalant look on his face." Hey, you're standing up " he smiled." Can you support her while I
Mary I kept alert during dinner, but nothing different happened. Am I becoming paranoid? Do I not know my father well enough anymore? " The most awaited time has come," Omar smiled as the plates were cleared away, "time for dessert.” I frowned as a Red Velvet cake was brought to the table by a waiter my father had hired for the evening. My surprise increased even more when he handed a cake knife with a spatula to Pyotr. " What's going on? " I stammered in confusion. " I thought it was clear that this is a celebratory dinner, Marianne," my father explained as if it were obvious. “Doesn't the cake tell you anything?” " That you've lost your mind and I can have you committed and take over the publishing company? " I tried. " What do I do with this? " My husband whispered to me. " I'm sorry to disappoint you dear, but my sanity is still intact," he smiled, "but it was a good guess.” " Can someone explain it to me? " I asked. " Don't look at me," Ian shrugged, "I've just been inv
MaryI was walking hurriedly toward the elevators of a large mirrored building on Madison Avenue. That was Navruz Publications, my father's publishing Company.It was my first day on the job and I didn't want to be late. I finally got in the elevator, I got my cell phone, breathing in relieved. It was three minutes to seven o'clock, I was going to be there in time.When my parents offered me this job, I got carried away, After all, that's why I graduated in journalism. But It wouldn't be easy just because I'm the heiress to the company, my mother insisted that I should learn the importance of hard work, and decided that I shouldn't start with a high position, but like any other recently graduated.That's how I ended up as personal assistant to Pyotr Rozanov, the editor-in-chief of the literary magazine Book Review.I kept thinking about how i'd give my office a more personal touch. Omar introduced me to the place last week, when I went to do the interview.Pyotr Rozanov seemed to be
MaryI grabbed my bag and went to get the coffee,following the corridors full of prying eyes towards me. I started hitting my feet impatiently while waiting for the elevator, thinking about what would wait for me from now on.Pyotr Rozanov, however, doesn't seem to be so bad. I meaning, Sometimes that Russian accent proves difficult to understand and he knows to be annoying, but he is still better than Stan Smith.Stan is the editor-in-chief of Politics magazine at Navruz Publications, he worked on the thirteenth floor and was a real pain in the ass.The last time I came back from college vacation, my dad decided I'd follow that week's development. I managed to get fired by Stan the first day without even being hired. If I had to work for him, it was possible that I'd give up my career."You know, that noise is very annoying” The blonde receptionist who was sitting at the table in front of the elevator commented."I'm sorry," I stopped."My name is Halley Dawson," she stood up and c
MaryI opened my eyes when I heard the ringing of my phone sound in the darkness of my room, the only light coming from the screen of the device.I swear this time I'm going to kill him."What do you want? " I murmured still drowsy, hearing the voice of the Russian sound natural.Doesn't he sleep?"Marianne, could you bring me a cappuccino with cinnamon tomorrow?"It's three o'clock in the morning, Peter," I growl," Couldn't you have waited to ask me that?”"I thought I'd wake you up too soon," he justified himself, making my exasperation rise.I sat on the bed, yawning."Peter, you woke me up now," I took a deep breath."But you can go back to sleep now," I felt a smile in your voice."I'll turn it off," I murmured."Good night, Marianne," he wished."You'll have a lot of whipped cream in your coffee tomorrow, Piatri," I've rolled my eyes."Please let's keep Peter," he scoffed before ending the callI threw my phone on the bedside table, falling on the bed again. It's been a year sin
Mary"So, how's the punishment going? "Halley's voice surprised me."I'm going to take the whipped cream out of his coffee," I sighed.“How did this happen? Where did all that determination to make him suffer go?” she laughed."I have to find another way to accomplish this," I suspected, "Any ideas?"What if you started calling him at dawn? " She suggested it as we returned."I'd rather sleep," I denied “Besides, I'm pretty sure he doesn't sleep.”" How about arranging a bizarre new way to pronounce Pyotr?” She smiled."He's gotten used to it," I bit my lower lip, stopping by the door leading to my living room, “I'll think of something by the end of the day.”I went back to Pyotr's office who was distracted reading a text I had separated for him. I walked up to his desk and grabbed the coffee cup, trying to take out all the whipped cream at once with the spoon."Let me leave, I will do it," the man raised his eyes toward me."Too late," I raised the spoon with the whipped cream and ca
Mary I kept alert during dinner, but nothing different happened. Am I becoming paranoid? Do I not know my father well enough anymore? " The most awaited time has come," Omar smiled as the plates were cleared away, "time for dessert.” I frowned as a Red Velvet cake was brought to the table by a waiter my father had hired for the evening. My surprise increased even more when he handed a cake knife with a spatula to Pyotr. " What's going on? " I stammered in confusion. " I thought it was clear that this is a celebratory dinner, Marianne," my father explained as if it were obvious. “Doesn't the cake tell you anything?” " That you've lost your mind and I can have you committed and take over the publishing company? " I tried. " What do I do with this? " My husband whispered to me. " I'm sorry to disappoint you dear, but my sanity is still intact," he smiled, "but it was a good guess.” " Can someone explain it to me? " I asked. " Don't look at me," Ian shrugged, "I've just been inv
MaryThe next day was the same as the others. Breakfast, walk with Libby in the park, lunch, physical therapy. I was surprised to get a call from my dad inviting us to his house for dinner.This was strange, because he usually took us to some restaurant or something, but I decided not to argue. At the agreed time we went to my parents' house." Why the last minute invitation? " Pyotr asked " Your father usually likes to plan things in advance.”" I don't know, he must be feeling lonely," I yawned. “I just hope he doesn't try to drag us off to some opera or theater or whatever.”" I warn him, you're tired," he assured me, taking me in his arms as we reached the door to the old man's house. He climbed the steps to the front door, setting me down and supporting me so that I could take the few steps to the door and ring the bell.To my surprise, it was Ian who answered, staring at me with a nonchalant look on his face." Hey, you're standing up " he smiled." Can you support her while I
MarryWe remained silent until we were in the car going back to the apartment." I'm sorry about that, he shouldn't have brought Margot here without consulting you," Pyotr sighed." We got through it," I stared at him, "She had a chance to explain herself, and now we can move on, Peter. We have closed this chapter of our lives.”" Really?”" Pete, I told you I've forgiven you," I pointed out slowly, "Don't you think you need to do the same?”He remained silent, after a quick glance. I knew how much he blamed himself for my condition, but I didn't want him to stay with me out of guilt, but because he loved me." I'm sorry," he finally spoke up, "I... I just hate seeing you like this thing.”" And I hate being like this," I took a deep breath, "but there's not much you can do about it, is there?”" If I had told you... " He looked away." If I hadn't decided to drive at that moment," I retorted, "If I had slowed down, or if I had remembered to buckle up, who knows. If I had…”" Mary…”"
MaryI awoke feeling the warmth of Pyotr's skin enveloping me, I snuggled into his arms, as that feeling of fullness came over me once again. Every part of my life was whole again.After Peter took me to the terrace yesterday I had no doubt, he is the one I want to spend the rest of my life with, I could never give this up. After I had this certainty, the rest was easier.We enjoyed our evening at home, and after dinner went straight to bed. I outlined Pyotr's face with my fingertips, thinking how lucky I was to have him by my side." What time is it? " he murmured, his eyes still closed." I don't know," I kissed him softly on the lips. Hearing the protests from the other side of the door " But the kitty and Libby didn't like that they slept outside.”" They'll have to get used to it," Pyotr laughed, moving away to look for his cell phone. “I will prepare breakfast.”" If you help me get dressed, we can do it together." I sat up in bed, looking around for my clothes." Help you? Why
pyotr" Pyotr? " Denise's voice caught my attention " Can you help me a little?”" Excuse me? " I closed the door, turning towards her." She doesn't want to do the exercises," the physiotherapist explained, walking towards me. “Could you…”" Sure," I sighed, walking into the living room.Denise had moved the furniture aside, laying out a mattress on the floor. Mary was lying there, she was panting and covering her eyes with her arm. " What's the matter? " I questioned."I increased the weight on her ankles” The woman indicated as I sat down on the floor beside her." It hurts," Mary whined." How much does she need to do? " I sighed.Every time Denise introduced a new exercise, or increased the weight, I had to intervene to get Mary to do the exercises." Ten," Denise said, "Ten on each leg.”" Anne," I pulled her arm away from her eyes. " Come on, just ten.”" But…”" You can do it, моя девушка¹ " I assured her, caressing her face " Come on.Mary took a deep breath, starting to do
PyotrIt was the first week of October, Mary had started physical therapy and slowly she was allowing me to get closer.First we were able to have a conversation, then she began to allow me to help her, touch her, and finally we were back to sharing a bed.As promised, I was giving her space, and it seemed to be working. Little by little we were on our way to becoming the couple we were before." Are you ready? " I questioned Mary as I heard the ringing of the doorbell. It was almost time for her physical therapy session and she seemed a bit down today." Sure," she sighed, as I walked to the door." Is everything alright? " I frowned, interrupting my path." It's nothing," as usual, she guided her chair to the window. I hated to see her like this, but according to Denise, her physical therapist, Mary was responding well and would soon be using the walker." You know you can tell me anything, right?”" Answer the door, Pyotr," she said, "Soon Denise will give up and leave, you shoul
MaryThe sound of the door opening caught my attention. My mother stepped forward to help my husband who came in carrying some bags, Libby and the kitten that were in their transport cage." Sorry for the delay," he smiled, "I thought I'd better come by and get them both at once, I'm sure they'll miss you.”My mother took the groceries to the kitchen, while he released the two from their little prisons. It seemed like a century since that Friday when my perfect life fell apart." He's huge! " I exclaimed as I saw the kitten run towards me and jump into my lap.Libby did the same, but stopped at my feet and whined." How are you feeling? " Pyotr approached." Fine," I assured him, "Can you put her on my lap too?”" That's a start " Pyotr fulfilled my wish, while I stroked Corgi's ears and the kitten nibbled her paw." I'm going home " My mother commented as she approached me " I'll be back tomorrow, okay?”" All right " I smiled." Don't push or rush," she lowered her tone, "Just don't
MaryAfter a hellish week in that hospital, I was finally able to go home. According to Dr. Clark, the surgery was a success. Slowly the feeling in my legs was returning, although I didn't have the strength to move them, which was a bit painful.I hated going back to the apartment with Pyotr, I wanted to keep as much distance from him as possible. It was hard to have all those conflicting feelings inside me. I loved my husband, I wanted him to be around, I wanted his support. But I couldn't forget what happened. I felt anger towards him. Not for my situation, despite what everybody said, I didn't blame him for that. But I blamed him for our situation, I blamed him for feeling alone so many times, I blamed him for not being able to trust him, I blamed him for not being able to feel his touch without me remembering everything, I blamed him for having that whole fight tarnish the memory of the first time he told me he loved me.How can we get through all this?" Here we are," my mother
PyotrI went back to the apartment at night, knowing that I couldn't stay with her while she was in the ICU. I felt lost being in the apartment alone. I went to our room, deciding to take some things to the room on the second floor.It is already Tuesday and I haven't slept properly since Saturday, which means I am exhausted. But I couldn't sleep there alone. We still weren't sure about the success of the surgery, and even if it had been successful, it would take Mary a while to walk again. I fell asleep on the couch around four in the morning.Omar, Elena and I came to the conclusion that it would be better to tell her about the report only when she went to her room, so as not to disturb her recovery. I visited her in the morning, and didn't have much to do for the rest of the day until the next visiting hours, so I decided to go to the publishing company to see how things were going.As soon as the elevator doors opened, Halley stared at me in surprise. Her gaze then turned to conte