A woman with rather curvacious body and flowing black hair stood outside of a house, with a small mysterious smile on her face. A very beautiful face at that. She was wearing attire that looked out of place on her, too motherly and ordinary for her form made for luring in anyone who lusted. But it was a disguise of sorts, and although the woman was quite sure the person she was about to meet wouldn't fall for it she had to at least try. Sometimes an apple fell far away from the tree.
The woman smoothed her soft curls and made her way to the door. Showtime.
Dragomir allowed himself a break after working for 4 hours on end. He checked the time from the clock in his workshop, 4:30pm. Dragomir smiled a bit, Dick was supposed to get off work soon. Well, he had said he'd run bit late but how long could "bit late" be? Dragomir was in the mood for snuggling today, maybe more if Dick wasn't too exhausted. Dragomir was the type to be in the mood when tired, for some reason.
Dragomir sailed over to the kitchen and poured himself some cold coffee. But they had a saying in Romania that cold coffee made you beautiful. Although Dragomir could hardly get much more beautiful.
Dragomir was sipping his coffee in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. At first Dragomir was confused, wasn't Dick supposed to run late today? And why would he ring the doorbell? Did he forget his keys again?
Dragomir let out a combination of a sigh and chuckle and went over to the door. He opened it, mout slightly open with a ready-made comment on his lips. But Dragomir closed his mouth when he saw that there was an unfamiliar woman in front of him. Well, she didn't exactly look unfamiliar. Dragomir felt like he was looking in a mirror, if the mirror aged him by about 10 years and made his female form more curvy.
The woman had the most plastic-looking smile on her face, and when she saw Dragomir her face lit up in a way that could've fooled almost anyone. But Dragomir, who had a long history of fake assholes, could see through it rather easily. But he did not expect that the woman would throw her arms around Dragomir and squeeze.
"Oh, look how big you are! It has been so long, Dragomir!"
The woman's tone gave Dragomir goosebumps and he tensed up. Quickly, but trying to be gentle, Dragomir separated the woman from him and looked at her with suspicioun.
"Excuse me, but who are you? I have no memory of you."
The woman looked with Dragomir with such good faked shock he almost believed it was real. She looked down unsurely, and at the back of his mind Dragomir made a note of the moisture building up in her eyes. But he was mostly confused and suspicious and disappointed at the woman's taste in clothes. The ones she was wearing did not fit her at all.
"Of course you wouldn't. Your father never gave me permission to get near you. I'm so sorry, Dragomir. I tried to see you, I really did. It took so long but I'm here now."
Those words made Dragomir really concentrate, and he looked at the woman keenly. He didn't jump into any conclusions but his mind was already there. Though Dragomir did have to ask.
"My father? Are you...are you my...?"
Why couldn't he say it?
The woman smiled a small "gentle" smile and wiped a tear from her eye, nodding.
"Yes honey. I'm your mother."
The woman smoothed her soft curls and made her way to the door. Showtime.
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Dragomir was exhausted, in all honesty. Thankfully he didn't have any large orders or unpleasant customers, but he did have a lot of small orders that had a tight schedule. Understanding customers were truly a blessing, especially since this skirt was supposed to be done three days ago.
Dragomir allowed himself a break after working for 4 hours on end. He checked the time from the clock in his workshop, 4:30pm. Dragomir smiled a bit, Dick was supposed to get off work soon. Well, he had said he'd run bit late but how long could "bit late" be? Dragomir was in the mood for snuggling today, maybe more if Dick wasn't too exhausted. Dragomir was the type to be in the mood when tired, for some reason.
Dragomir sailed over to the kitchen and poured himself some cold coffee. But they had a saying in Romania that cold coffee made you beautiful. Although Dragomir could hardly get much more beautiful.
Dragomir was sipping his coffee in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. At first Dragomir was confused, wasn't Dick supposed to run late today? And why would he ring the doorbell? Did he forget his keys again?
Dragomir let out a combination of a sigh and chuckle and went over to the door. He opened it, mout slightly open with a ready-made comment on his lips. But Dragomir closed his mouth when he saw that there was an unfamiliar woman in front of him. Well, she didn't exactly look unfamiliar. Dragomir felt like he was looking in a mirror, if the mirror aged him by about 10 years and made his female form more curvy.
The woman had the most plastic-looking smile on her face, and when she saw Dragomir her face lit up in a way that could've fooled almost anyone. But Dragomir, who had a long history of fake assholes, could see through it rather easily. But he did not expect that the woman would throw her arms around Dragomir and squeeze.
"Oh, look how big you are! It has been so long, Dragomir!"
The woman's tone gave Dragomir goosebumps and he tensed up. Quickly, but trying to be gentle, Dragomir separated the woman from him and looked at her with suspicioun.
"Excuse me, but who are you? I have no memory of you."
The woman looked with Dragomir with such good faked shock he almost believed it was real. She looked down unsurely, and at the back of his mind Dragomir made a note of the moisture building up in her eyes. But he was mostly confused and suspicious and disappointed at the woman's taste in clothes. The ones she was wearing did not fit her at all.
"Of course you wouldn't. Your father never gave me permission to get near you. I'm so sorry, Dragomir. I tried to see you, I really did. It took so long but I'm here now."
Those words made Dragomir really concentrate, and he looked at the woman keenly. He didn't jump into any conclusions but his mind was already there. Though Dragomir did have to ask.
"My father? Are you...are you my...?"
Why couldn't he say it?
The woman smiled a small "gentle" smile and wiped a tear from her eye, nodding.
"Yes honey. I'm your mother."