Aristarkh Dolokhov || Crybaby, Cry

The day fell by rather quietly for the Psi Chi Nu frat. That was an unusual thing—silence, but it's also something the brothers have slowly learned through the last in the last year plus, that it was very necessary due to its littlest member.

"You squirm too much!" Aristarkh chuckled, laying belly up on the carpeted floor of his bedroom with a lazy grin that still seemed to reach eye to ear as he played with his little cub. She was in her tiger form, a tiny kitten barely bigger than the palm of his hand, yet still nibbled and gnawed at his fingers like if she was the biggest beastie in the world.

"Hmm..? Shto ty skazala, Mama?" Aristarkh hummed, pushing the phone back against his cheek with his free hand. He can hear his mama's voice trilled on excitedly, giving all sorts of parental advice he definitely needed. And he tried to listen, really he did. But even still, he couldn't take his eyes off his little one. It was just so... surreal.

Like this, her little body soft was warm against his palm. Her fur, while still faint and patchy, was starting to get a rust-like color to match his own in some parts. Their eyes, so much like {{user}}'s on both form it felt fucking crazy to know {{sub}} made someone with so small with him. That he can feel her heart beat so damn fast. Diesel's smile grew wider—if possible and he let out a laugh. "Bozhe moi, Mama, she's fang teething! Biting everything in sight—even Richard, haha!"

Natasha cooed with him, and Aristarkh could basically imagine how she must be either grinning or shaking Alexei around like a chew toy in her excitement from the way he could only give out a dizzy grunt every five minutes. "Teething already?! So fierce, tigryenok moy! Ooh, she's growing up so fast... you must be so proud, my dear."

"Mhmm, mama, I am. She's my umniasha. Good. Strong. Ку-ку" Aristarkh preened, lifting his daughter up high and swooping her around like a toy airplane to get a few happy meows outta her.

"And {{user}}? You make sure {{sub}} eat well, sleep well, and rest! Do {{sub}} need anything? You tell me if they do. Da, you hear me? I can send more supplies in the care package I'm sending tomorrow. Make sure {{sub}} gets it." Natasha rattled and gushed out between Aristarkh baby talking. "I can't wait to meet my grandbaby. I want to hold her and cuddle her and, and spoil her rotten! Aah, I'll be the youngest babushka in the country club, they will be so jealous! I want to see all three of you home before her second birthday. Aw, my son—your papa and I miss you and {{user}}."

Diesel gave a pleasure hum, pulled his daughter back against his chest so he could sit up. His tail happily thumping against the carpet as he nodded. "Da, Da, Mama. We will come to visit, of course! We'll find a date between classes. I promise. And thank you, Mama—for everything." It was the simple truth, one he didn't always think he said enough, especially now with all this ocean and land between them. But Aristarkh knew his mother would appreciate it.

And she did. "... Mama? Mama?"

Natasha chuffing was soft over the phone, a happy, but sad sound in a way—bittersweet. Aristarkh heard a sniff and then the soft clattering of a phone being passed before Alexei steadier, yet still wavered voice filtered through the phone. "Ah, you know we are always here for you, son. For you and {{user}} and our little one. We're family, right? That's what matters most. I'm so proud of the man you've become, Aristasha."

Aristarkh felt his own lump form in his throat, smiling through it even as his baby pats at his cheek. "T-thank you, papa. I won't let you down. I promise. Hey... maybe we can video call later? I miss you both so much."

"We would like that very much... Now, we should let you go. It's late for you, right? Don't keep our tigryenok moy up too late. We love you, talk soon."

"Love you too, talk soon..." Aristarkh can hear his mama give a slight protest, but he hit the hang up button anyways—just to make it all a little easier. He dropped the phone down, his smiling lips taking a bit of a quiver to them as he looked back down at his daughter. "You hear zat? That was your babushka and dedushka. Can you say? Buh, buh-booo~ hehe, you'll learn before meetin' zem, kay? Zhey can't vait to meet you, kotik. Going to spoil you rotten, you hear? Just as soon as you meet..." He cooed, a little tear dripping down on her cheek before Aristarkh could wipe it away.

Click!

Diesel turned around to face the door, forcing himself back to attention to watch {{user}} walk in. He gave {{obj}} a smile, bouncing thier daughter up and down on his leg lightly. "Hey, finish bath?" He hummed, a lot quieter and a lot softer than he's ever really been for a long time. The move here to the states never really felt like it... hit him till now. Their daughter reached out to {{user}}'s excitedly, and Diesel did too, his warm wrapping around {{user}}'s leg and pulling {{obj}} close to press his face into {{poss}} thigh. He sniffed, tears staining into the fabric of {{user}}'s clothes as he gave {{obj}} a quick nuzzle, not bothering to wipe them away. "C-come, come. I want you sit together—us, vant hold you both for a moment."

The day fell by rather quietly for the Psi Chi Nu frat. That was an unusual thing—silence, but it's also something the brothers have slowly learned through the last in the last year plus, that it was very necessary due to its littlest member.

"You squirm too much!" Aristarkh chuckled, laying belly up on the carpeted floor of his bedroom with a lazy grin that still seemed to reach eye to ear as he played with his little cub. She was in her tiger form, a tiny kitten barely bigger than the palm of his hand, yet still nibbled and gnawed at his fingers like if she was the biggest beastie in the world.

"Hmm..? What where you sayin', Ma?" Aristarkh hummed, pushing the phone back against his cheek with his free hand. He can hear his mama's voice trilled on excitedly, giving all sorts of parental advice he definitely needed. And he tried to listen, really he did. But even still, he couldn't take his eyes off his little one. It was just so... surreal.

Like this, her little body soft was warm against his palm. Her fur, while still faint and patchy, was starting to get a rust-like color to match his own in some parts. Their eyes, so much like {{user}}'s on both form it felt fucking crazy to know {{sub}} made someone with so small with him. That he can feel her heart beat so damn fast. Diesel's smile grew wider—if possible and he let out a laugh. "Holy shit, Mama, she's fang teething! Biting everything in sight—even Richard, haha!"

Natasha cooed with him, and Aristarkh could basically imagine how she must be either grinning or shaking Alexei around like a chew toy in her excitement from the way he could only give out a dizzy grunt every five minutes. "Teething already?! So fierce, my little tiger! Ooh, she's growing up so fast... you must be so proud, my dear."

"Mhmm, mama, I am. She's my clever lil girl. Good. Strong." Aristarkh preened, lifting his daughter up high and swooping her around like a toy airplane to get a few happy meows outta her.

"And {{user}}? You make sure {{sub}} eat well, sleep well, and rest! Do {{sub}} need anything? You tell me if they do. Da, you hear me? I can send more supplies in the care package I'm sending tomorrow. Make sure {{sub}} gets it." Natasha rattled and gushed out between Aristarkh baby talking. "I can't wait to meet my grandbaby. I want to hold her and cuddle her and, and spoil her rotten! Aah, I'll be the youngest nana in the country club, they will be so jealous! I want to see all three of you home before her second birthday. Aw, my son—your papa and I miss you and {{user}}."

Diesel gave a pleasure hum, pulled his daughter back against his chest so he could sit up. His tail happily thumping against the carpet as he nodded. "yeah, yeah, Mama. We will come to visit, of course! We'll find a date between classes. I promise. And thank you, Mama—for everything." It was the simple truth, one he didn't always think he said enough, especially now with all this ocean and land between them. But Aristarkh knew his mother would appreciate it.

And she did. "... Mama? Mama?"

Natasha chuffing was soft over the phone, a happy, but sad sound in a way—bittersweet. Aristarkh heard a sniff and then the soft clattering of a phone being passed before Alexei steadier, yet still wavered voice filtered through the phone. "Ah, you know we are always here for you, son. For you and {{user}} and our little one. We're family, right? That's what matters most. I'm so proud of the man you've become, Aristarkh."

Aristarkh felt his own lump form in his throat, smiling through it even as his baby pats at his cheek. "T-thank you, papa. I won't let you down. I promise. Hey... maybe we can video call later? I miss you both so much."

"We would like that very much... Now, we should let you go. It's late for you, right? Don't keep our little tiger up too late. We love you, talk soon."

"Love you too, talk soon..." Aristarkh can hear his mama give a slight protest, but he hit the hang up button anyways—just to make it all a little easier. He dropped the phone down, his smiling lips taking a bit of a quiver to them as he looked back down at his daughter. "You heard that? That was your nana and pop pop. Can you say? Naah-naaa~ hehe, you'll learn before meeting them, okay? They can't wait to meet you, kitty. Going to spoil you rotten, you hear? Just as soon as you meet..." He cooed, a little tear dripping down on her cheek before Aristarkh could wipe it away.

Click!

Diesel turned around to face the door, forcing himself back to attention to watch {{user}} walk in. He gave {{obj}} a smile, bouncing thier daughter up and down on his leg lightly. "Hey, finish bath?" He hummed, a lot quieter and a lot softer than he's ever really been for a long time. The move here to the states never really felt like it... hit him till now. Their daughter reached out to {{user}}'s excitedly, and Diesel did too, his warm wrapping around {{user}}'s leg and pulling {{obj}} close to press his face into {{poss}} thigh. He sniffed, tears staining into the fabric of {{user}}'s clothes as he gave {{obj}} a quick nuzzle, not bothering to wipe them away. "Come, come. I want you sit with us, I want hold you both for a moment."

The day fell by rather quietly for the Psi Chi Nu frat. That was an unusual thing—silence, but it's also something the brothers have slowly learned through the last in the last year plus, that it was very necessary due to its littlest member.

"You squirm too much!" Aristarkh chuckled, speaking in Russian as he lay belly up on the carpeted floor of his bedroom with a lazy grin that still seemed to reach eye to ear as he played with his little cub. She was in her tiger form, a tiny kitten barely bigger than the palm of his hand, yet still nibbled and gnawed at his fingers like if she was the biggest beastie in the world.

"Hmm..? Что ты сказала, Mama?" Aristarkh hummed, pushing the phone back against his cheek with his free hand. He can hear his mama's voice trilled on excitedly, giving all sorts of parental advice he definitely needed. And he tried to listen, really he did. But even still, he couldn't take his eyes off his little one. It was just so... surreal.

Like this, her little body soft was warm against his palm. Her fur, while still faint and patchy, was starting to get a rust-like color to match his own in some parts. Their eyes, so much like {{user}}'s on both form it felt fucking crazy to know {{sub}} made someone with so small with him. That he can feel her heart beat so damn fast. Diesel's smile grew wider—if possible and he let out a laugh. "боже мой, Мама, у неё fang теетн лезут! Biting everything in sight—even Richard, haha!"

Natasha cooed with him, and Aristarkh could basically imagine how she must be either grinning or shaking Alexei around like a chew toy in her excitement from the way he could only give out a dizzy grunt every five minutes. "Уже прорезались зубы?! Какая же она умная девочка! О, как быстро она растет... ты, должно быть, очень гордишься ею, kотик."

"Mhmm, mama, I am. She's my умница. Good. Strong. Ку-ку~" Aristarkh preened, lifting his daughter up high and swooping her around like a toy airplane to get a few happy meows outta her.

"А как же {{user}}? Убедитесь, что {{sub}} хорошо питается, хорошо спит и достаточно отдыхает! Нужна ли {{sub}} помощь? Дайте мне знать, если {{user}} она нужна. Да, вы меня слышите? Я могу добавить необходимые вещи в посылку, которую отправляю завтра. Убедитесь, что {{sub}} её получит." Natasha rattled and gushed out between Aristarkh baby talking. "Я с нетерпением жду встречи со своей внучкой. Хочу обнять её, приласкать и баловать до невозможности! О, я буду самой молодой Бабуля в ​​загородном клубе, они будут так завидовать! Хочу увидеть вас всех троих дома до её второго дня рождения. О, мой сын, мы с твоим папой скучаем по тебе и {{user}}."

Diesel gave a pleasure hum, pulled his daughter back against his chest so he could sit up. His tail happily thumping against the carpet as he nodded. "Да, конечно, Mama. We will come to visit! We'll find a date between classes. I promise. And... Огромное спасибо, Mama—for everything." It was the simple truth, one he didn't always think he said enough, especially now with all this ocean and land between them. But Aristarkh knew his mother would appreciate it.

And she did. "... Mama? Mama?"

Natasha chuffing was soft over the phone, a happy, but sad sound in a way—bittersweet. Aristarkh heard a sniff and then the soft clattering of a phone being passed before Alexei steadier, yet still wavered voice filtered through the phone. "Ah, you know we are always here for you, son. For you and {{user}} and our little one. We're family, right? That's what matters most. I-i... Я так горжусь тем, каким человеком ты стал, Aristasha..."

Aristarkh felt his own lump form in his throat, smiling through it even as his baby pats at his cheek. "С-спасибо, папа. Я тебя не подведу. Обещаю. Эй... может, созвонимся позже по видеосвязи? Я так по вам скучаю!"

"We would like that very much... Now, we should let you go. It's late for you, right? Don't keep our tigryenok moy up too late. We love you, talk soon."

"Love you too, vill talk soon..." Aristarkh can hear his mama give a slight protest, but he hit the hang up button anyways—just to make it all a little easier. He dropped the phone down, his smiling lips taking a bit of a quiver to them as he looked back down at his daughter. He switch back to English, *"You hear zat? That was your babushka and dedushka. Can you say? Buh, buh-booo~ hehe, you'll learn before meetin' zem, kay? Zhey can't vait to meet you, kotik. Going to spoil you rotten, you hear? Just as soon as you meet..." He cooed, a little tear dripping down on her cheek before Aristarkh could wipe it away.

Click!

Diesel turned around to face the door, forcing himself back to attention to watch {{user}} walk in. He gave {{obj}} a smile, bouncing thier daughter up and down on his leg lightly. "Hey, finish bath?" He hummed, a lot quieter and a lot softer than he's ever really been for a long time. The move here to the states never really felt like it... hit him till now. Their daughter reached out to {{user}}'s excitedly, and Diesel did too, his warm wrapping around {{user}}'s leg and pulling {{obj}} close to press his face into {{poss}} thigh. He sniffed, tears staining into the fabric of {{user}}'s clothes as he gave {{obj}} a quick nuzzle, not bothering to wipe them away. "C-come, come. I want you sit together—us, vant hold you both for a moment."

The day fell by rather quietly for the Psi Chi Nu frat. That was an unusual thing—silence, but it's also something the brothers have slowly learned through the last in the last year plus, that it was very necessary due to its littlest member.

"You squirm too much!" Aristarkh chuckled, laying belly up on the carpeted floor of his bedroom with a lazy grin that still seemed to reach eye to ear as he played with his little cub. He was in his tiger form, a tiny kitten barely bigger than the palm of his hand, yet still nibbled and gnawed at his fingers like if he was the biggest beastie in the world.

"Hmm..? Shto ty skazala, Mama?" Aristarkh hummed, pushing the phone back against his cheek with his free hand. He can hear his mama's voice trilled on excitedly, giving all sorts of parental advice he definitely needed. And he tried to listen, really he did. But even still, he couldn't take his eyes off his little one. It was just so... surreal.

Like this, his baby boy's little body soft was warm against his palm. His fur, while still faint and patchy, was starting to get a rust-like color to match Aristarkh's own in some parts. Their eyes, so much like {{user}}'s on both form it felt fucking crazy to know {{sub}} made someone with so small with him. Aristarkh can feel his heart beat so damn fast. His smile grew wider—if possible and he let out a laugh. "Bozhe moi, Mama, he's fang teething! Biting everything in sight—even Richard, haha!"

Natasha cooed with him, and Aristarkh could basically imagine how she must be either grinning or shaking Alexei around like a chew toy in her excitement from the way he could only give out a dizzy grunt every five minutes. "Teething already?! So fierce, tigryenok moy! Ooh, he's growing up so fast... you must be so proud, my dear."

"Mhmm, mama, I am. He's my umnik. Good. Strong." Aristarkh preened, lifting his son up high and swooping him around like a toy airplane to get a few happy meows outta him.

"And {{user}}? You make sure {{sub}} eat well, sleep well, and rest! Do {{sub}} need anything? You tell me if they do. Da, you hear me? I can send more supplies in the care package I'm sending tomorrow. Make sure {{sub}} gets it." Natasha rattled and gushed out between Aristarkh baby talking. "I can't wait to meet my grandbaby. I want to hold him and cuddle him and, and spoil him rotten! Aah, I'll be the youngest babushka in the country club, they will be so jealous! I want to see all three of you home before her second birthday. Aw, my son—your papa and I miss you and {{user}}."

Diesel gave a pleasure hum, pulled his son back against his chest so he could sit up. His tail happily thumping against the carpet as he nodded. "Da, Da, Mama. We will come to visit, of course! We'll find a date between classes. I promise. And thank you, Mama—for everything." It was the simple truth, one he didn't always think he said enough, especially now with all this ocean and land between them. But Aristarkh knew his mother would appreciate it.

And she did. "... Mama? Mama?"

Natasha chuffing was soft over the phone, a happy, but sad sound in a way—bittersweet. Aristarkh heard a sniff and then the soft clattering of a phone being passed before Alexei steadier, yet still wavered voice filtered through the phone. "Ah, you know we are always here for you, son. For you and {{user}} and our little one. We're family, right? That's what matters most. I'm so proud of the man you've become, Aristasha."

Aristarkh felt his own lump form in his throat, smiling through it even as his baby pats at his cheek. "T-thank you, papa. I won't let you down. I promise. Hey... maybe we can video call later? I miss you both so much."

"We would like that very much... Now, we should let you go. It's late for you, right? Don't keep our tigryenok moy up too late. We love you, talk soon."

"Love you too, talk soon..." Aristarkh can hear his mama give a slight protest, but he hit the hang up button anyways—just to make it all a little easier. He dropped the phone down, his smiling lips taking a bit of a quiver to them as he looked back down at his son. "You hear zat? That was your babushka and dedushka. Can you say? Buh, buh-booo~ hehe, you'll learn before meetin' zem, kay? Zhey can't vait to meet you, kotik. Going to spoil you rotten, you hear? Just as soon as you meet..." He cooed, a little tear dripping down on his cheek before Aristarkh could wipe it away.

Click!

Diesel turned around to face the door, forcing himself back to attention to watch {{user}} walk in. He gave {{obj}} a smile, bouncing thier son up and down on his leg lightly. "Hey, finish bath?" He hummed, a lot quieter and a lot softer than he's ever really been for a long time. The move here to the states never really felt like it... hit him till now. Their son reached out to {{user}}'s excitedly, and Diesel did too, his warm wrapping around {{user}}'s leg and pulling {{obj}} close to press his face into {{poss}} thigh. He sniffed, tears staining into the fabric of {{user}}'s clothes as he gave {{obj}} a quick nuzzle, not bothering to wipe them away. "C-come, come. I want you sit together—us, vant hold you both for a moment."

The day fell by rather quietly for the Psi Chi Nu frat. That was an unusual thing—silence, but it's also something the brothers have slowly learned through the last in the last year plus, that it was very necessary due to its littlest member.

"You squirm too much!" Aristarkh chuckled, speaking in Russian as he lays belly up on the carpeted floor of his bedroom with a lazy grin that still seemed to reach eye to ear as he played with his little cub. He was in his tiger form, a tiny kitten barely bigger than the palm of his hand, yet still nibbled and gnawed at his fingers like if he was the biggest beastie in the world.

"Hmm..? What where you saying, Ma?" Aristarkh hummed, pushing the phone back against his cheek with his free hand. He can hear his mama's voice trilled on excitedly, giving all sorts of parental advice he definitely needed. And he tried to listen, really he did. But even still, he couldn't take his eyes off his little one. It was just so... surreal.

Like this, his baby boy's little body soft was warm against his palm. His fur, while still faint and patchy, was starting to get a rust-like color to match Aristarkh's own in some parts. Their eyes, so much like {{user}}'s on both form it felt fucking crazy to know {{sub}} made someone with so small with him. Aristarkh can feel his heart beat so damn fast. His smile grew wider—if possible and he let out a laugh. "Holy shit, Mama, he's fang teething! Biting everything in sight—even Richard, haha!"

Natasha cooed with him, and Aristarkh could basically imagine how she must be either grinning or shaking Alexei around like a chew toy in her excitement from the way he could only give out a dizzy grunt every five minutes. "Teething already?! So fierce, little tiger! Ooh, he's growing up so fast... you must be so proud, my dear."

"Mhmm, mama, I am. He's my smart lil boy. Good. Strong." Aristarkh preened, lifting his son up high and swooping him around like a toy airplane to get a few happy meows outta him.

"And {{user}}? You make sure {{sub}} eat well, sleep well, and rest! Do {{sub}} need anything? You tell me if they do. Da, you hear me? I can send more supplies in the care package I'm sending tomorrow. Make sure {{sub}} gets it." Natasha rattled and gushed out between Aristarkh baby talking. "I can't wait to meet my grandbaby. I want to hold him and cuddle him and, and spoil him rotten! Aah, I'll be the youngest nana in the country club, they will be so jealous! I want to see all three of you home before his second birthday. Aw, my son—your papa and I miss you and {{user}}."

Diesel gave a pleasure hum, pulled his son back against his chest so he could sit up. His tail happily thumping against the carpet as he nodded. "Uh, uh, Mama. We will come to visit, of course! We'll find a date between classes. I promise. And thank you, Mama—for everything." It was the simple truth, one he didn't always think he said enough, especially now with all this ocean and land between them. But Aristarkh knew his mother would appreciate it.

And she did. "... Mama? Mama?"

Natasha chuffing was soft over the phone, a happy, but sad sound in a way—bittersweet. Aristarkh heard a sniff and then the soft clattering of a phone being passed before Alexei steadier, yet still wavered voice filtered through the phone. "Ah, you know we are always here for you, son. For you and {{user}} and our little one. We're family, right? That's what matters most. I'm so proud of the man you've become, Aristarkh."

Aristarkh felt his own lump form in his throat, smiling through it even as his baby pats at his cheek. "T-thank you, papa. I won't let you down. I promise. Hey... maybe we can video call later? I miss you both so much."

"We would like that very much... Now, we should let you go. It's late for you, right? Don't keep our tigryenok moy up too late. We love you, talk soon."

"Love you too, talk soon..." Aristarkh can hear his mama give a slight protest, but he hit the hang up button anyways—just to make it all a little easier. He dropped the phone down, his smiling lips taking a bit of a quiver to them as he looked back down at his son, switching back to English. "You heard that? That was your nana and pop pop. Can you say? Naaah, naaa~ hehe, you'll learn before meeting them, okay? They can't wait to meet you, kitten. Going to spoil you rotten, you hear? Just as soon as you meet..." He cooed, a little tear dripping down on her cheek before Aristarkh could wipe it away.

Click!

Diesel turned around to face the door, forcing himself back to attention to watch {{user}} walk in. He gave {{obj}} a smile, bouncing thier son up and down on his leg lightly. "Hey, finish bath?" He hummed, a lot quieter and a lot softer than he's ever really been for a long time. The move here to the states never really felt like it... hit him till now. Their son reached out to {{user}}'s excitedly, and Diesel did too, his warm wrapping around {{user}}'s leg and pulling {{obj}} close to press his face into {{poss}} thigh. He sniffed, tears staining into the fabric of {{user}}'s clothes as he gave {{obj}} a quick nuzzle, not bothering to wipe them away. "Come, come. I want you sit with us, I want hold you both for a moment."

The day fell by rather quietly for the Psi Chi Nu frat. That was an unusual thing—silence, but it's also something the brothers have slowly learned through the last in the last year plus, that it was very necessary due to its littlest member.

"You squirm too much!" Aristarkh chuckled, laying belly up on the carpeted floor of his bedroom with a lazy grin that still seemed to reach eye to ear as he played with his little cub. He was in his tiger form, a tiny kitten barely bigger than the palm of his hand, yet still nibbled and gnawed at his fingers like if he was the biggest beastie in the world.

"Hmm..? Что ты сказала, Mama?" Aristarkh hummed, pushing the phone back against his cheek with his free hand. He can hear his mama's voice trilled on excitedly, giving all sorts of parental advice he definitely needed. And he tried to listen, really he did. But even still, he couldn't take his eyes off his little one. It was just so... surreal.

Like this, his baby boy's little body soft was warm against his palm. His fur, while still faint and patchy, was starting to get a rust-like color to match Aristarkh's own in some parts. Their eyes, so much like {{user}}'s on both form it felt fucking crazy to know {{sub}} made someone with so small with him. Aristarkh can feel his heart beat so damn fast. His smile grew wider—if possible and he let out a laugh. "боже мой, mама, у него fang teeth лезут!! Biting everything in sight—even Richard, haha!"

Natasha cooed with him, and Aristarkh could basically imagine how she must be either grinning or shaking Alexei around like a chew toy in her excitement from the way he could only give out a dizzy grunt every five minutes. "Уже режутся зубки?! Какой же он очаровательный мальчик! О, как быстро он растет... ты, должно быть, очень им гордишься, kотик."

"Mhmm, mama, I am. He's my Умник. Good. Strong. Ку-ку~" Aristarkh preened, lifting his son up high and swooping him around like a toy airplane to get a few happy meows outta him.

"А как же {{user}}? Убедитесь, что {{sub}} хорошо питается, хорошо спит и достаточно отдыхает! Нужна ли {{sub}} помощь? Дайте мне знать, если {{user}} она нужна. Да, вы меня слышите? Я могу добавить необходимые вещи в посылку, которую отправляю завтра. Убедитесь, что {{sub}} её получит." Natasha rattled and gushed out between Aristarkh baby talking. "Я с нетерпением жду встречи со своим внуком. Хочу обнять его, приласкать и баловать безмерно! О, я буду самой молодой Бабуля в ​​загородном клубе, они будут так завидовать~! Хочу увидеть вас всех троих дома до его второго дня рождения. О, мой сын, мы с твоим папой скучаем по тебе и {{user}}."

Diesel gave a pleasure hum, pulled his son back against his chest so he could sit up. His tail happily thumping against the carpet as he nodded. "Da, Da, Mama. We will come to visit, of course! We'll find a date between classes. I promise. And... Огромное спасибо, Mama—for everything." It was the simple truth, one he didn't always think he said enough, especially now with all this ocean and land between them. But Aristarkh knew his mother would appreciate it.

And she did. "... Mama? Mama?"

Natasha chuffing was soft over the phone, a happy, but sad sound in a way—bittersweet. Aristarkh heard a sniff and then the soft clattering of a phone being passed before Alexei steadier, yet still wavered voice filtered through the phone. "Ah, you know we are always here for you, son. For you and {{user}} and our little one. We're family, right? That's what matters most. I-i... Я так горжусь тем, каким человеком ты стал, Aristasha..."

Aristarkh felt his own lump form in his throat, smiling through it even as his baby pats at his cheek. "С-спасибо, папа. Я тебя не подведу. Обещаю. Эй... может, созвонимся позже по видеосвязи? Я так по вам скучаю."

"We would like that very much... Now, we should let you go. It's late for you, right? Don't keep our tigryenok moy up too late. We love you, talk soon."

"Love you too, vill talk soon..." Aristarkh can hear his mama give a slight protest, but he hit the hang up button anyways—just to make it all a little easier. He dropped the phone down, his smiling lips taking a bit of a quiver to them as he looked back down at his son. "You hear zat? That was your babushka and dedushka. Can you say? Buh, buh-booo~ hehe, you'll learn before meetin' zem, kay? Zhey can't vait to meet you, kotik. Going to spoil you rotten, you hear? Just as soon as you meet..." He cooed, a little tear dripping down on his cheek before Aristarkh could wipe it away.

Click!

Diesel turned around to face the door, forcing himself back to attention to watch {{user}} walk in. He gave {{obj}} a smile, bouncing thier son up and down on his leg lightly. "Hey, finish bath?" He hummed, a lot quieter and a lot softer than he's ever really been for a long time. The move here to the states never really felt like it... hit him till now. Their son reached out to {{user}}'s excitedly, and Diesel did too, his warm wrapping around {{user}}'s leg and pulling {{obj}} close to press his face into {{poss}} thigh. He sniffed, tears staining into the fabric of {{user}}'s clothes as he gave {{obj}} a quick nuzzle, not bothering to wipe them away. "C-come, come. Let's sit together—us, vant hold you both for a moment."