02-15-2019, 02:53 AM
Ivan smiled at her words, the memory of Zara leaning over the pile of legos, hunting; looking from Danya to Zara as they sat at the table; an ache of being where he knew he needed to be.
And suddenly he felt tired. Not physically. Mentally. This wasn't the life he wanted. He wanted to be home with them. But of course, he couldn't go to her. Danya had promised....nothing. Nothing certain. Not while he was like this.
Hope. All he had was hope. The hope he could be a good father. The desire to be a stable husband, not the kid he had been for so long.
He smiled at Sara. "You're not wrong." He seemed to look into the future. "Not wrong." He stood, reaching out for her hand to draw her up. He took his wallet and sent his contact, looking down at her with reassurance. His voice was firm and comforing. "You listen to me, Sara. If you need anything- if there is any problem- you contact me. Ok?"
He looked around, eye catching the attention of bouncers and the proprietor. He didn't look away. Instead, he held their gaze, unafraid. He looked back at Sara, small smile forming, the one he used when his little sister ran up to him, scared. "You just remember. You have family here now. Any trouble, and you let me know."
He enfolder her in a warm hug, her head against his chest. And then he wandered out into the night. The sky lit by the moon, bright and cobalt blue. The future looked down on him.
Ivan Sarkozy smiled. The moon was bright with hope. And he had a lot of work to do.
And suddenly he felt tired. Not physically. Mentally. This wasn't the life he wanted. He wanted to be home with them. But of course, he couldn't go to her. Danya had promised....nothing. Nothing certain. Not while he was like this.
Hope. All he had was hope. The hope he could be a good father. The desire to be a stable husband, not the kid he had been for so long.
He smiled at Sara. "You're not wrong." He seemed to look into the future. "Not wrong." He stood, reaching out for her hand to draw her up. He took his wallet and sent his contact, looking down at her with reassurance. His voice was firm and comforing. "You listen to me, Sara. If you need anything- if there is any problem- you contact me. Ok?"
He looked around, eye catching the attention of bouncers and the proprietor. He didn't look away. Instead, he held their gaze, unafraid. He looked back at Sara, small smile forming, the one he used when his little sister ran up to him, scared. "You just remember. You have family here now. Any trouble, and you let me know."
He enfolder her in a warm hug, her head against his chest. And then he wandered out into the night. The sky lit by the moon, bright and cobalt blue. The future looked down on him.
Ivan Sarkozy smiled. The moon was bright with hope. And he had a lot of work to do.