Two Little Apples for a (Not-So-)Fictional Daddy

“Lelya!” — calls a male voice that I once loved very much, and now I’m terrified to hear.

“Olga! Stop!”

What? How? Him? Why?

I freeze.

“Ars…” I look at him with wide eyes, and inside my knees are shaking.

He was looking for me? Specifically? Now the girls will see! He’s not stupid at all—he’ll understand everything right away! And what will I do with this? Don’t I already have enough problems in my life?

“Olya,” he runs up to me—and then his gaze drops to the stroller.

“Lelya… Oh! Cool!” he grins with satisfaction.

“Even already kids!”