All Chapters of Malyshka: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

AVERY’S POV.Once Sasha had fallen asleep I got up and showered, then made my way to the kitchen to make breakfast for us all in an attempt to subdue a sullen Dmitry. He did not do well with tardiness and alterations in his plans; he was incredibly rigid sometimes. The fact that I had kept Sasha for a few extra minutes in the morning was enough to make him grumpy all day. Sasha had taken the brunt of Dmitry’s frustration that morning considering the state he was in when he returned to bed. Regardless of the fact that he had probably already eaten, Dmitry was like a hobbit when it came to food and would welcome a second breakfast gratefully. He was constantly eating to keep up his caloric needs, thankfully he also paid for half of the groceries each week.Dmitry was sitting in the living room reading a book and threw me a scathing look as I approached him. I handed him a plate stacked with peanut butter & banana pancakes top

Avery POV The following semester went by in a blur, we had nursing classes every day with our last class of biology on Tuesday mornings. It was a lot more interesting as some of the nursing concepts were directly related to what we were learning in biology. Thanks to Vasya’s help I was doing well on all of my pathology classes and feeling more and more confident when working on skills in the lab or when treating patients in clinicals. We had a lot more essays to write and nursing concepts to learn but with the extra help at my restaurant, I was able to pass them all in with a few days to spare. At the end of March, just before our exam began, Kate messaged me saying she was in the middle of a crisis. I told her I was going to be at her place shortly, then made a quick phone call to Sasha to let him know I wasn’t going to be at his playoff game that night. He was understanding but clearly disappointed. ‘I’ll be back, you

We were finally in the exam period, and Sasha's team had made it to the playoffs. The tension at home was palpable, it was Sasha vs. everyone and we were all on edge. Dmitry and I did our best to stay out of Sasha’s way, but unlike me, Dmitry was quick to put Sasha in his place when he took out his frustration on either one of us. Sasha was short tempered, irritable and exhausted. He did not do well with stress, that much was obvious. He was never aggressive on purpose but he did not hold back what he was thinking. The exam period spanned over two weeks. My first exam was scheduled the day after Sasha’s first playoff game. I wanted to be supportive of his career so I made sure to attend his home games. I knew they were his most important games. I spent the week leading up to them studying so that I could attend the night before. I sat with my brothers and cheered on with them as his team won the first game of the quarter finals. Sasha wa

Dmitry POVEven though the team didn’t make it to the finals, I was offered the head trainer position on a 2 year contract. I accepted without second thoughts. My dream was not to be a hockey trainer, but a boxing and MMA trainer. I wanted to open up a gym here and the head trainer position would help me get there. Two years was plenty of time for me to get a decent sum of money and get my dream on track.I was able to get a decent sign on bonus to put a down deposit on a house a few streets away from Sasha and Avery’s before the end of the summer. It didn't take me long to ask Kate to move in with me. She was a perfect little girlfriend, my little princess, and I wanted to see her everyday despite our hectic schedule. Her and Avery were about to start on their third year of nursing and I figured it would be just as advantageous for them to live close together as it was for Sasha and I to be within walking distance of each othe

Baby, husband, house and businesses aside, fourth year was a tough one for Kate and I as we delved into critical care nursing. We had a jam packed schedule with hardly a moment to take a breath. I skipped running with Sasha more often than I should and we hardly saw each other as his hockey practices became more serious and frequent. Sasha planned on making his last year in the AHL a good one, one where he could finally bring home the Calder cup. However, something in his tone hinted at the KHL and maybe another season at the AHL. I made it clear that I supported him no matter what decision he made, even if it meant going to Russia for a few years.I did not take many shifts at the restaurant as I tried to keep my head above water with homework, clinicals and housekeeping. I didn’t want to make Sasha feel like he was unimportant either, so I tried to go to as many of his games as I could without hindering my university performance. I still relied on