Our relationship has become perfect. Yes, not much time has passed yet, but these couple of days fly by in a kind of elevated, almost magical state, where every moment feels filled with warmth and light—as if the world around shines brighter, and the heart is filled with ease and happiness. We try not to go far from each other or stay apart for long, as if afraid of losing this tender union, always staying together, feeling a special closeness and support that gives a sense of safety and peace.
When Maxim needs to go to the institute on Monday, we decide to stay at my grandmother's for a short while, just for the weekend, to spend time in comfort and peace—in a place where all worries fade into the background, where we can simply be ourselves, relax, and enjoy simple pleasures. Without stopping anywhere, we return to our apartment, and this return feels like coming back to a small world where love and joy reign, where every corner is filled with memories and warmth.
I stand by the mirror and can't help laughing. What kind of mustache and nose have my loved ones drawn on me—funny and cute little strokes that immediately lift my mood and make me forget all problems. I enjoy jokingly chasing them, and then tickling our little one, watching her sincere joy and childlike fun, filling my heart with bright joy and love.
Maxim quietly approaches me, hugs me from behind, and I feel his warmth, his calm, which seems to wrap me in an invisible cozy blanket. He gently asks:
"What are you doing here so long?" — and immediately kisses my ear, knowing how much I adore these little signs of his love and attention—these are what make our connection special, giving a feeling of closeness and tenderness.
"I don't want to erase what you drew," I admit, feeling a flutter in my chest, a slight shiver of joy and tenderness in every word.
"Then don't do it. We're at home, and you're not going anywhere for now, so let it stay. I like it myself, too," my Rebel Boy says with a smile, and his words warm me even more, like gentle sun on a cold day.
"Wait, I'll get it," I run to the living room and grab that same marker, full of determination to continue this fun, anticipating our amusement.
"And what is my love planning?" he asks me with a playful smile, his eyes sparkling with joy and expectation.
"This beautiful kitty," I point at myself, feeling my eyes fill with sparks of happiness. "Needs a gentleman in the form of a cat. So get ready to be one."
"I'm always ready, my love," he smiles broadly and winks at me, accepting my challenge, and in that moment, I see in his gaze the same playfulness, tenderness, and understanding that I feel in my heart, as if we speak to each other without words, in the language of love and happiness.
I approach him and start carefully drawing a cat face on his, each stroke feeling like a little magic filled with light and joy.
Suddenly, Mary runs to us.
"What are you doing? I want to too!" she exclaims, her eyes burning with desire to join our fun, and I feel her little heart fill with happiness.
"And you will become a little kitten, right after I finish drawing the cat face on Dad," I promise her, feeling how this game brings us even closer, binding us with invisible threads of joy and tenderness.
Maxim deserves credit—he patiently waits while I finish my creation, and I know how important this simple joy is to him and how he loves being part of our little adventures, sharing every moment, every smile, every giggle.
"I'm done, so you can go see it," I say, already starting to draw on our little one's face, my heart filling with love and gentle excitement.
"Mary, do I look like a real cat?" Maxim asks, winking at our daughter, and his voice carries such love and lightness that you want to smile with him, enjoying every moment.
"Yes, Mom draws well," she agrees, her eyes shining with admiration and joy, and in that light, I see the reflection of true happiness.
After finishing our little creative project, we, like real cats, go to eat, continuing to enjoy this atmosphere of tenderness and family happiness, where every gesture and word is filled with love and care.
"Katrin?" my Rebel Boy calls me.
"Yes, Max?" I answer, lying in his arms on the sofa and watching cartoons together, feeling the calm and serenity that warms the soul.
"We need to visit Viktor and Vera. We promised to go to them," he reminds me, and his voice carries care and a desire to do something good, to bring joy not only to us but also to our loved ones.
I laugh, unable to resist a light smile.
"What, baby? Why are you laughing?" he asks, puzzled, trying to understand my reaction, his gaze showing sincere interest.
"I just imagined what it would be like if we went to them now. Imagine their faces if they saw us like this," I smile, recalling our game and the cute mess around us, and my heart lights up with joy from these simple but so warm moments.
"I don't mind, it would really be interesting to see," my Rebel answers with a hint, and in his eyes I see that same adventurous spark that draws us to new discoveries.
"Just don't…" I say, already realizing what crazy plans he might be thinking.
"Why not? Let's go to them now. There will be lots of good emotions and memories about visiting them," my love enthusiastically suggests, and his excitement infects me, making my heart beat faster.
I think, torn between the desire for adventure and the usual comfort. Of course, I know he won't insist if I refuse, but the old Katrin in me awakens, the one who always loved such unexpected and lively moments when life fills with bright colors.
"I agree. Call Vi and tell him we'll come to them in the evening," I say decisively, feeling my heart fill with anticipation and gentle flutter.
It's already lunchtime, and by the time we get ready, evening will come, along with new memories that will warm us for a long time.
"Thank you for agreeing," my man thanks me with sincerity that warms the soul, and at that moment I realize how lucky we are to be together again.
"Thank you for being mine," I reply and kiss him, feeling the world around become brighter and warmer from our love, as if the entire universe smiles with us.
I am genuinely happy with his little antics—they fill me with lightness and joy, like a bright wind that scatters the clouds of doubt. These games only amuse me, and a gentle warmth blooms in my soul, driving away dark thoughts and fears. I no longer want to sink into worries or return to bad things—I choose to remember only the good moments between us, like precious gems that shine in the heart and illuminate the path.
When we become whole again, like two halves merging in a single rhythm, I begin to see everything that happens to us differently. The world around seems to restructure itself, taking on new colors, and in every detail, I find meaning and light that were previously unnoticed. Only the present moment remains—here and now. And no one knows how much time we have to be together, to enjoy this closeness and warmth. So we must value every moment, not miss a single one, not refuse the happiness we can give each other. I don't want to regret anything later, as I did before. I once lived in fear, as if every kiss and hug we shared were the last, and it left emptiness and pain in my soul. Now I don't want a repeat of those dreadful days.
We just need to be with him and not let silly thoughts and worries spiral for me or him, eating away at our relationship. All those quarrels and fights—they exhausted me like unnecessary baggage, and I gratefully enjoy the silence and grace that reign between us. It's a real respite for our hearts, a time when we can breathe deeply and believe in the best.
Now, when nothing and no one stands between us, we must use these moments to become even closer, even stronger. It's as if we start a new path where everything is possible and everything is beautiful, where together we can overcome any obstacles.
Finally, problems like those with his mother move to the background. Elena Dmitrievna stops being against me and, to my great relief, becomes a good grandmother for our Mary. I no longer fear leaving our little one with her, because I know: for her granddaughter, she is ready for anything, so that nothing bad happens to her. This understanding brings peace and confidence in the days to come.