Inherited It From Pa

Demyan

"So why didn't Malia come?" Pa asked as we sat in the dining room as we enjoyed our hefty feast. 

"She would like to finish off her contract back in Russia. To leave in good terms you know," I softly smiled before I took a sip of my sweet white wine. 

"She should be resting, she can't be going under such heavy physical strain whilst she is pregnant," Dad frowned, "Did you tell her we offered to buy her out?"

I nodded, "I did but she doesn't want to take anymore advantage. She's convinced once people find out she's pregnant she won't be dancing anymore."

"Well it is true," Pa sighed with a shrug, "I don't know why people believe women won't be the same in any athletic job if she is pregnant. It's a never ending cycle."

"Well lucky it isn't noticeable yet," EJ chirped in, "Plus Malia is so small, no one will notice for quite some time."

Vasilisa let out a small laugh as she shook her head, "Well I don't think she would want to hide it for long anyway. She doesn't leave a stone unturned when it comes to your relationship."

"Lisa," I pursed my lips and looked at her with a small glare, "Can't you just let this rest for one single day. It's getting old."

She held her hands up in defence, "I'm just saying. If she isn't tweeting that you did this, posting about you or doing some photoshoot she's always showing off your relationship. You would think she would be screaming off the top of the building that she's pregnant with the Demyan Chernyshevsky-Coleman's baby. She doesn't know how to keep things private."

"Well she doesn't have to Lisa," I defended, "She's my girlfriend and she's allowed to share our relationship if she wants too. Plus Malia is only twenty-three now. Maybe she feels like she's young and doesn't want to share our pregnancy until she is ready."

"Well then maybe she should have closed her legs."

"Oh my," Oksana giggled with an extremely red face, "That was unexpected."

"Lisa, you really need to let this go," I warned her. 

"I'm just saying, you're the richest ballet dancer in the world and our Daddy being the world's richest man is definitely not a coincidence. Malia seemed to get pregnant almost by demand if I think about it."

"Okay that is enough Vasilisa," Dad reprimanded, "Your brother is happy and therefore you should be happy. It's the first grandchild in our family and we should accept him or her with open arms. Malia is already pregnant. There's nothing we can do about it but she is a very sweet girl. Her family is already our family and we aren't going to make her feel like she is anything else."

"But are we just going to continue ignoring the gigantic New Zealand elephant in the room that is Ethan," she hissed. 

"Vasilisa that is enough," I barked, "I get you don't like Malia for whatever reason you have but I love her. She makes me happy and I'm sorry if you feel like I'm a bit young to be expecting a baby right now but it's what I want. I'm happy, can't you just be happy for me? Malia hasn't hurt a hair on your head and it's quite rubbish of you to talk behind her back when she isn't here to defend herself."

"I'll gladly tell her to her face then," she gave me a fake smile, "You need to stop pretending like she is the love of your life."

"Well who the hell are you to talk about 'love of your life' when you and Christina are always on and off. In fact, what are you doing here? Didn't you move out to be with her?"

"She's on a mission for your information and I haven't heard from her in days," Vasilisa very dramatically pushed her chair back, stood up then stomped out of the dining room.

There was a heavy awkward silence in the dining room which was quickly broken by EJ, "Just like old times."

"Oh give me strength," Pa sighed then ran his fingers through his platinum blonde hair. 

"Demyan you are going to apologise to your sister right now," Dad frowned. 

I let out a gasp, "What did I do? She should be the one apologising to me."

"Well no one has heard from Christina in days," he leaned back in his seat, "Vlad hasn't been able to locate her so it's put everyone on edge. Your sister is going through a lot right now and we both know she's only like this when she's stressed."

"Inherited it from Pa," Oksana giggled but quickly swallowed it when Pa glared at her.

"You're so lucky you're my child," he let out a bitter chuckle. "Demy, go apologise to your sister then find out what's wrong so she can come and have dessert with us. We're meant to be celebrating your return not tearing each other apart."

I let out a sigh in defeat knowing not to argue with my parents and left the room. My stubborn self wanted to turn right back around and pretend like she did not want to talk to me but Pa would probably sniff out my lie before I could even utter a word. 

With a knock to Vasilisa's bedroom door, I entered and found her laid out on her bed with her face buried in a pillow. Her once more girly bedroom had been renovated to have a more mature feel to it with accents of white, cream white and gold with hints of natural oak wood here and there. 

I knew when Christina was gone saving the world or defeating a crime boss for Interpol that Vasilisa would temporarily move back home because she hated living alone. That meant for most times in a year she spent a lot of time at home than enjoying time with her girlfriend instead.