Stephanie .

It's a cold March day outside. An open window brings freshness into the room. But, I'm hot. It's very hot, because Demyan hugs me, protecting me from ... everything. Literally isolates from the space around. I found myself sandwiched between my husband and the countertop, against which I rest my back. His arms, as always strong and gentle, embrace me. He greedily dug his lips into mine. My knees buckled. But the kiss did not break, it continued to last, hot, demanding. This kiss went deep into my mind and soul.

Before, I had no idea what it was like: to wait for a loved one in the evening from work, to meet him with a smile on his lips, to kiss, to hear that he missed me terribly, then to feed him a delicious dinner and all the time to stumble upon an adoring look; wake up together on weekends, cook breakfast together, walk with my daughter in the park, holding hands with a loved one! Now all this has become a happy reality for me!

Love you! I love you forever! - whispers Demyan, continuing to inflame me with gentle kisses.

Me too... - I only have enough strength to smile.

Feeling the warm male hands on my back that hugged and pressed me to myself, I shuddered. Demyan left wet, hot kisses on my body that descended from the collarbone to the chest, falling lower and lower, from which I felt a rolling wave of pleasure. His warm hands left pleasant touches of warmth and gentle kisses that warmed the skin. It seems that I was already breathing loudly and shuddering from his touch. We merged into a long, broken kiss. Demyan seems to rage and desperately pulls off my shirt from my shoulders.

Mommy ... Mom! Dad! - the most gentle and wonderful voice in the world is heard. Katyusha! My daughter is calling me! My Katyushka!

Demyan... Dem, Katyusha woke up. Demyan! - we have to break away from each other by force, exactly at the moment when the door carefully opens and our daughter runs into the kitchen.

Hi my sunny! - I smile happily and straighten my clothes, while Demyan, shielding me with his figure, takes Katya in his arms and sits down at the table with her.

What are we going to eat?

Now mommy will feed us delicious pancakes! Do you love pancakes?! Would you like sour cream?

Yes. - Katya nods fervently, and Demyan kisses her small hand. He just does not have a soul in our daughter! And she looks so much like him. Dark, with black agate eyes, just as serious and not at all capricious. We were lucky with Katyusha. She is happy to learn something new, loves to draw and even reads by syllables. And instead of cartoons, Katya likes to watch a channel about animals on TV. Demyan and I are thinking of giving her a kitten or a puppy when she goes to school. She just turned five years old, but our girl is incredibly inquisitive and obedient.

I melt when she hugs me and calls me mom! Unfortunately, due to constant abuse and beatings from my ex-husband, I cannot have children yet. From time to time I go through a course of treatment, take various vitamins, take tests, and we often fly abroad for vacations to change the climate. However, while everything remains the same ... Demyan is not upset at all, or most likely does not show it, so as not to upset me. We have Katyusha and she is the light of our life! Demyan did not tell anything about her mother, and I didn’t really want to know about her. I only remember that her name is Margarita and she is currently serving a prison sentence for drug trafficking.

Today we celebrate our anniversary. Three years have passed since our wedding. But, those were the happiest years of my life. We almost immediately moved to Moscow and bought a three-room apartment. I completed my studies externally and have been working in the hospital as a head nurse for more than a year. The work gave me real pleasure. Demyan also found his own business. He opened a security agency. Maxim took the second most important position and helped us. I must admit that he turned out to be a very intelligent strategist and even a financier. Max took over all the paperwork of our common business. He has been out of the country for three months now. And we miss, but Max promised that he would have time to come to our anniversary.

We planned to celebrate in a restaurant. As is often the case, Demyan was dressed to the nines: a classic black suit, white shirt, red tie, polished shoes. My husband is thirty-five years old, but few people know about it. For some reason, he seems younger than his age. From the very morning we exchanged gifts: I lifted him a new expensive perfume and gilded cufflinks, and Demyan gave me a huge armful of red roses and an incredibly beautiful necklace. And I broke down...

Our closest people gathered in the restaurant. In addition to our small family, Oleg was invited. He barely managed to escape from duty. The police captain arrived at the restaurant in uniform and apologized about two hundred times for his appearance and slight tardiness. He and his beautiful wife Irina have only been together for six months. We were so happy for them. Ira worked in the same department and, as Oleg later admitted, he loved her for a very long time and irresponsibly. The Efremovs presented us with a wonderful picture, which Demyan and I, by tacit agreement, agreed to hang in our bedroom.

Our neighbor, Olga Ivanovna, gladly accepted the invitation and also attended our celebration. We loved her very much. She is already fifty-five years old, but she looked great, continued to work and often helped us. She nursed Katyusha when neither me nor Demyan were at home. Katya also became attached to her. Sometimes she got confused and called her grandmother. Olga Ivanovna was not against it. Her adult son lived in another city and they rarely saw each other. Therefore, she became a member of our family and found comfort in difficult times.

Olga Ivanovna also did not come empty-handed. Although we convinced her that no gifts were needed. The woman brought with her a basket of flowers made with her own hands from beads and something else like that. It was very beautiful and touching! It turns out that they made it together with Katyusha. In general, during this evening I ran several times to fix my makeup. Because because of the surging emotions, she could not hold back her tears.

Today in the mirror I saw a completely different Stephanie. Chernova Stefania Leonidovna. Twenty four years old. Married. And extremely happy! I was wearing an elegant floor-length white dress with a light neckline and an openwork appliqué on the back. It was very unusual with evening make-up and a chic hairstyle, but Demyan convinced me that I always look like this, it’s just that all this tinsel once again emphasizes my beauty.

Well, what ... Of course, I'm not a master of speaking long and beautifully, but I'll say it anyway! - Oleg started in a businesslike manner and got to his feet. Demyan and I held hands, smiling and looking at each other.

Demyan and Stephanie, I have known you for many years. During this time you have become part of my family. I cherish you and never cease to admire you. You know, Demyan, how much I love you, but now I want to say a few words about your beautiful wife... Stephanie, when I first saw you, I understood one truth. You are an incredibly strong person! You really deserve all the best. Your story shows that a person decides who to be. You remained a pure, gentle and amazing woman! Demyan was very lucky that he found such a woman and changed with her almost beyond recognition. You are a wonderful couple! I wish you long life, happiness and lots of love!

Thank you . I whispered this cherished word, because my voice was hoarse from the oncoming tears. Demyan stood opposite his friend, smiled at him and their glasses of champagne lightly touched. I also got up, but first I sobbed and waved my hand in front of my face.