Chapter 52- I get rough and Yana is mean.
I looked down at Yana, asleep with her head on my chest, drooling away.
I deleted both text messages, kissed Yana and then went to sleep embracing Yana.
We slept, Yana soundly sleeping like the proverbial baby. Laying on her right hand side, her head resting on my left chest, her right cheek roughly where my left nipple was. Her usual sleeping drool running out of her mouth and pooling between my nipples. Her left arm laying across my chest. My sleep however was a bit more fitful, like I had something on my mind.
I did have a few things on my mind. One, could Natasha be trusted? What would Janice get up too? Could Emma keep her word and not name me as the father? But most pressing g on my mind was what was contained in Andrew's diary and what was taking Brandi so long to show me?
Before going to sleep. Yana and I had been discussing what our plans were on the following day being a Monday. Yana had it all planned. School was in slow down mode. So, the first three periods of her were free. She had contacted the land agent she had bought OUR house from. She wanted to meet a contractor there to discuss renovating the kitchen and bathroom. And the agent had made arrangements with the owners that we could meet there at 10am tomorrow.
The new house was only about a minutes' walk away being two houses down the road.
Yana didn't have to be at school until 1pm so we had hours to get things done. As it was only 8am now.
Yana had discussed this with me, the previous evening. We would just lay in as she described it ' Snuggle' then get ready for school and other things and walk down the road to meet her contractor. Yana knew what she wanted and had visions of the bathroom and kitchen in her mind.
Apparently she had been told to look around and see what she liked and then tell the contractor where she had seen them. Then after taking measurements and so on Yana and I would get some lunch out and then drop her at school before I went to see Janice about the cake.
Why I had to go and see Janice about the wedding cake I had no idea. But it had been decided between the 'committee,' Brandi, mum, and Yana, during my emotional breakdown recently that the cake was my area of responsibility to organise, but Yana had to have some input into it as well. Just like the weddings rings, were my responsibility to organise, but Yana also had some input as well.
And like any good husband I had my instructions on what kind of cake to order, the size and the look. I also had to give Janice the two wedding cake figures while I was there.
These figures that go on top of the cake were part of Svetlana's wedding present to us. As well as money like most of Yana's Russian guests as per the tradition from the 'old country' so to speak. But Svetlana had gifted us a set of figures made from porcelain, and the doll figures were both blonde. I had seen them in her mum's shop at a retail of $300. Apparently they were hand made in Russia.
Yana also gave me a page of instructions about what colour icing, What type of icing she wanted used as well as the colour of ribbons to go around the cake. Number of layers, flavour etc.
Maybe I was completing my husbandly apprenticeship to quote my father, but I just went along with it all. Because I wanted Yana to be happy and I knew she was the one for me. I knew she loved me, and she had wanted this fairy tale wedding since she was a little girl of six or seven. So, who was I to stand in her way.
I had spoken to Thomas about it, and in his amateur psychology opinion. She was nesting, but was also including me in the details as well. Because the one thing I couldn't fathom was if Yana was after the whole Disney Princess wedding why wasn't she doing all the work, so it was perfect for her?
But he was of the opinion, she wanted me to feel included. And that even though she wanted the absolute perfect fairytale wedding, she valued my mental health and happiness more.
She slowly woke up and we eventually went to get up. However, Yana stopped me from getting up insisting I stay in the bed.
Yana got up and changed out of her nightdress. She was standing in front of the window and with the sunshine coming through the curtains I could make her profile out from the side. Her large, succulent fun bags protruding prominently out in front of her crowned by her slightly hard nipples. Her small baby bump, and her ever increasing mane of pubic hair. Her slightly curved yet ever tight ass. Yana stretched and then slid her robe on. Before leaning down to kiss me and copping a feel to her great delight of my morning wood, then leaving the bedroom. I just lay back and thought how wonderful life was at the moment. I could smell the house filling with the smells of cooking, obviously Yana was making breakfast in bed. I had a quick feel, and my morning wood was getting harder and bigger.
The aromas of her cooking were wafting down the hallway and in through our open bedroom door. They were competing smells. But I just lay back and live in the moment as per Brandi's professional instructions.
After a few minutes Yana came back into the bedroom. She was naked except for her apron. Her 1950's housewife apron. All in pink and white gingham. Covering her body from chest to knees. Done up tightly behind her back.
Yana entered the room and winked at me.
"Back so soon?" I teasingly asked, my hardness standing proud in front of me.
"Yes, Need a big pot and your mum doesn't have one. So, I have to use one of my new ones." Yana said back. As she said it back she pulled her apron down to show she was naked.
"Wow, I like it, I like it very much. But." I said.
Yana had a small giggle and then got a large pot out of our wardrobe.
"But? But what?" Yana asked in reply.
"Don't burn yourself." I cautioned.
Yana laughed and then walked off saying 'You'll keep.'
I went back to just laying there. The smells were building up. I was torn between laying here with an incredible hard on, or going to see what Yana was cooking.
I decided to take the latter action. I got up and opened the curtains properly. Before walking down, the hallway to the kitchen my rock hard cock swaying from side to side as I walked.
I entered the kitchen and crept up on Yana, she had two pans going, and the big pot simmering away on the rear element.
I approached her slowly and quietly; Yana was quietly humming away. I could tell the tune by her humming. 'Katyusha' that old favourite Russian folk song of hers. She was certainly happy.
I walked up to her and unexpectedly my hard cock, nudged against the small of her back as I closed to her.
"Hmm, you better be my husband. Or we may have a problem." Yana playfully said.
"What if I have come to ravish you and I'm not your husband?" I answered equally playfully. As I wrapped my arms around her and pressed in close.
"Hmm, I do hope you are my husband. Because this is a good size, and I don't cheat on my husband, and he doesn't cheat on me. Otherwise, I may have to pour this hot pot of soup over you.
"Really?" I asked, as I ran my hands up to her chest and lovingly squeezed and played with her tits.
