“Daddy,” Dave said as Ilya was putting him on his car seat. “Who is Shane?”
Ilya, Shane and Yurina all smiled while they looked at Dave. Ilya was securing Yurina in her own car seat at the other side of the car.
“That’s me, Dave,” Shane said, bopping his son on the nose. “That’s my name.”
“What?” Dave asked with his eyebrows furrowed. “Why Papa call you moyy loobeemeee?”
“He calls me that because he loves me. But my name is Shane. That’s what Grammy and Grampy call me.” His son was quiet as he let the explanation sink in.
“That’s right, kotyonok. I call your Daddy moy lyubimyy because I love him,” Ilya added. “Ever since we were 17 years old, and I will love him forever.”
“Forever, Papa?” Yurina asked him.
“Yes, solnsyhko,” Ilya replied, booping her nose too. “Your Daddy is the love of my life. You and Dave are also the loves of my life. You and your beautiful freckles.” Both his children giggled.
The children fell asleep in their car seats on the drive home. Shane held Ilya’s hand on top of his thigh as they made their way to their freckled forever.
Fic by me:
What’s in a Freckled Name (Moy lyubimyy)
