Lost In Translation

CHAPTER 13

'When can you move in?' He demanded excitedly. 'Can I call the movers? Should we pack Rebecca's stuff into the SUVs? Then we can sort her room out as quickly as possible.'

'One question at a time,' she laughed. 'First, let me go check on Rebecca and I will hurry back.'

'Okay. Hurry! Hurry!' He laughed.

Olivia found Rebecca sill asleep, the duvet kicked away. No doubt she was exhausted from the antics in the pool. She returned to find Fedor, only in his underpants, opening a bottle of champagne. 'What are we celebrating?'

'Family,' he handed her a glass of chilled champagne.

'To family,' she smiled, agreeing to his toast. 'I was thinking to ask the orphanage if they would like all the furniture.'

'I'm sure they will appreciate your kind gesture. It's all in very good condition. I can call the Principal, and have the removal contractors deliver it to them.'

'Okay. I can take a few days leave, pack our clothing and what I want to keep. I guess Rebecca's toys and books can easily fit into one SUV. Whatever I leave behind, the removal company can deliver to the orphanage.'

'Sounds like an excellent plan.' Fedor concurred.

'I will continue with my work. We will have to make arrangements for Sophie to travel here, each day.'

'No problem. I support your career one hundred percent. I can have one of the vehicles collect her and drop her off.'

'I guess I could leave my car there for her to use. She prefers public transport so she does not need to worry about finding parking,' Olivia laughed, 'but if she drives here, there is ample parking.'

'If I'm not around, you could use any of my vehicles,' he offered, sipping on his champagne. He had some fancy German and Italian brands of vehicles in his massive garage. He checked himself, when Olivia raised her eyebrows.

'There will be occasions when I would need to travel to Germany, or Italy or one of the sites where we run operations. I may be away for more than a night,' he expanded.

'I know.' She nodded.

Previously when they lived together, he did travel for business reasons. On a few occasions she traveled with him, when time permitted. But then it was just her, now there was Rebecca to consider.

'We will communicate with each other,' he smiled elatedly, as he slipped on a pair of jeans. Taking Olivia by the hand, he led her to Rebecca's bedroom. 'She's still sleeping,' he complained.

Olivia laughed softly, admiring the broad expanse of chest on a shirtless Fedor. 'Shall we order pizza?' she checked. She knew Fedor would be peckish, considering lunch comprised, very lean grilled chicken and a salad.

'I was about to ransack the refrigerator, but pizza is a better idea,' he hauled out his mobile, scrolled for their favourite pizza outlet and placed the order.

'Rebecca, get up,' Fedor lifted his sleeping baby into his arms. 'You've been resting too long. At this rate you're going to stay awake till after midnight, and that is my time with your mummy,' he grinned, winking at Olivia.

Olivia laughed. 'Limit your conversations to Rebecca about her story books, not what you and I do at night.'

'I might be referring to doing crossword puzzles, or playing chess, or watching a movie,' he deflected, cradling, Rebecca, with her head snuggled on his shoulder.

'Come to think of it, we have not done any of those activities, in the last three months!' Olivia followed him into the lounge.

'We will after our six children are all teenagers.' He grinned, sliding onto one of the rocking chairs.