/ Istvan – FC Rob Evans
/ Both images borrowed from their Instagram
/ I own none of these images, all used with love and respect <3
/ Rings – enoirvado / Vegas view – Instagram sin1city / Quotes – all taken from Pinterest and none had credit for where they came from.
Viktoria unfastened her seat belt as she broke off a square of dark chocolate and curled into the nook off his arm, smiling. This was the least stressed she’d looked. After everything that had happened at the hospital the other day, she’d been wiped out. Literally exhausted, both physically and emotionally. Istvan watched her out a half-opened eye as he settled in to doze the short flight away. He had decided that it was a better idea to charter a private plane to Santorini than to go through the airport to take a first class ticket, he’d wanted to make this entire experience perfectly relaxing and enjoyable for his wife. There was a separate seating area for the security agents to give them some privacy, and the comfortable cream leather seats on the plane were more than spacious enough, even for his tall frame, and downright roomy for his petite bride; her slender legs were tucked up underneath her, his strong arm wrapped loosely around her, the little bump nestled between them. He watched silently as she switched her cellphone back on, ready to take it from her if she dared to open her emails… But she didn’t, she went to her camera roll. Istvan’s heart soared as he realised what she was looking at: it was the ultrasound photos from the hospital. She must have snapped a copy of prints they brought home. That was actually a really good idea, why didn’t he think of that? He quietly observed as she traced the outline of their baby on the scan, ever so gently with her pretty sparkly lemon and silver nails, lingering over it’s little head, where it’s little nose was visible, it’s perfect tiny lips… Istvan squeezed her a little tighter and tenderly kissed her temple, her hand flew to her stomach as she sharply took in a breath,
“Woooh…”
Istvan’s eyes pinged open as he turned to her, concerned,
“Vik are you ok?? What is it??“
Her face coloured as she apologised,
“Sorry Istvan, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just keep getting butterflies in my stomach, I think it’s nerves.”
He nodded for a few seconds, then thoughtfully gazed at her,
“You don’t think it’s the baby kicking do you?”
Viktoria scrunched her nose,
“I don’t *think* so. Surely it’s still a bit early for that? I just thought I’ve just been having this because I’ve been so uptight about the hospital appointment?”
Istvan frowned,
“Do you normally feel like that if you’re nervous?“
Viktoria shrugged,
“Maybe? Usually I feel a bit sick and a bit shaky when I’m nervous. I used to get flutters when we first met though. I still do sometimes…”
She smiled as she trailed off as her mind wandered back to a mental image she’d stored of him in his crisp, white uniform beaming at her as she walked down the aisle on their wedding day… She acknowledged,
“But it’s not the same as this.”
Istvan bit his lip as he smiled at his wife, whispering,
“You know, I think it might be the baby, my love… Can I…?”
He turned his body in the chair, as she nodded, one hand running through Viktoria’s long dark hair, the other settling gently on the little bump under her yellow and white striped chiffon shirt, his thumb drawing gentle circles on her skin. Viktoria rolled her face into his touch, pressing a kiss into his fingers,
“Maybe it is just flight nerves.”
Istvan shook his head,
“No… What did you do before you felt it? Do it again?”
Vik rubbed her head as she tried to remember,
“Erm, I broke off a square of chocolate, then I cuddled into you and you kissed my head.”
Istvan’s bright eyes pleaded with her, so she sat up properly, tossed another square of chocolate into her mouth, snuggled into him, though this time his hand was on the bump, and smiled at him,
“Kiss me.”
Istvan pressed a loving kiss into her hair as he held her tightly, his other hand never leaving her tummy. Viktoria sighed,
“Sorry Istvan, must just have been ner…. Ohhh!”
Her eyes widened as she briefly felt the strange rolling motion inside her tummy again. Istvan’s mouth fell open as he looked at her,
“Did- Did you feel something? Was it…??”
Viktoria’s eyes filled with tears as she nodded her head,
“Did you feel it too?”
Istvan shook his head, he wished he had, but he guessed the movement was too tiny, the baby was too small for it to be noticeable to the outside world yet. He looked Viktoria intently the eye,
“You felt this before didn’t you?”
His wife nodded as she whispered shakily,
“How could I not know it was the baby?”
Istvan shook his head firmly,
“Hey now! Please don’t beat yourself up Vik – it’s pretty early to feel anything. And you haven’t been very well darling… Oh I wish I could have felt it; Vik what does it feel like?”
She bit her lip, eyes glassy as she tried to take a deep breath and get her emotions back in check,
“It’s… Strange? It feels like a gurgle, like you’re hungry, or nervous or something? That’s what I thought it was Istvan… I’d have told you this, I swear I wasn’t trying to hide it… I thought it was still weeks away before I’d feel anything…”
Istvan cupped her cheeks in his large hands,
“Baby, I didn’t think you were hiding it, please don’t be upset about this; this is so special. When did you first feel it happen?”
Viktoria closed her eyes as a couple of rogue tears broke free, rolling delicately down her cheeks where Istvan’s smooth hands shooed them away as he leaned in and softly kissed her lips, feeling her melt into him. Istvan pulled back slightly their foreheads resting together as he whispered,
“Please tell me Vik, when did you first feel it?”
Viktoria took a shaky breath as she let the words trip from her tongue,
“The night before the scan. It was the first time I’d tried to talk to the baby out loud, and, and I felt really stupid, and that’s why I thought it was nerves…”
He murmured soothingly,
“My love…”
Istvan felt a wave of sympathy sweep over him as he pulled her close to him: why was she always so unsure of herself? So hard on herself? Viktoria continued,
“I was telling him, that you were so excited to see the scan… How much you love him already…”
Istvan began to chuckle lowly,
“Him?”
Viktoria’s head dropped, and as he repeated,
“Him??”
his fingers gently tickling her sides, she started to giggle as she sniffed back her tears, peering up at her handsome husband through thick eyelashes,
“Yeah… I think it’s a ‘him’…”
Istvan looked to the sky,
“Hmmmm… Nope. It’s a girl…”
Viktoria pouted at him as she took his hand, placing it back on their tiny bump, whispering, biting her bottom lip,
“Really? Are you sure?”
Istvan nodded his head adamantly,
“Yes, it’s a little princess, and she’s going to be the most beautiful thing we’ve ever seen Vik, all pigtails and dresses and glitter, and big blue eyes, just like yours…”
Viktoria blushed as she smiled at Istvan, hearing him say that felt weird, and a little scary… But today it was ‘a little scary’, not the ‘terrifyingly scary’ the way that so many other days had been since she’d fallen pregnant… Maybe Istvan knowing that she was struggling was the best thing that could have happened, all this time she’d been trying to protect him; trying to protect herself from his judgement… She whispered,
“I love you, you know that, right?”
He nodded once,
“I do. And you know I love you, right?”
Viktoria gave him a small smile,
“Yes.”
He continued,
“And you know that we’re going to be ok, don’t you? No matter what happens, it’s always going to be you and I together? And our family? The baby? The corgis? You are my everything.”
Viktoria nodded as she rested her head against his shoulder, feeling the most content she had in weeks as the plane started its decent into Santorini.
TBC- VP 💖
