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Ilya was in the kitchen pouring the last of the pasta sauce into the noodles. When he was cooking, for just a moment, no one in the house bothered him. They all let him be in his element because the more relaxed he was the better the food tasted.
He poured the pasta into a ceramic blue bowl and sets the table. Perfection. Ilya stand back and admires his work. The family loved Pasta night, they had all the fixings including garlic bread the babies would devour.
PapaBear: Dinner is ready fattys
Ilya took off the novelty apron the kids had gotten him last Father's Day. 'Let him cook' with a stupid meme on the front. He loved it.
Shane was the first one into the dining room, of course. He was in the next room, probably reviewing game footage. He came in with his glasses, which he wore more often now to Ilya's pleasure.
"Yummy.." Shane said placing a peck on his husband's lips as he sat next to him.
"Not as yummy as you.." Ilya said into Shane's ear.
Anastasia walked in just then "No kissing at the dinner table. Jeez." she laughed.
"No kiss, just touching not that it matters. We are husbands." Shane smirked at his husband. "How do you think you got here?"
Ana looked up from her phone. "Surrogacy." she deadpanned.
Irina came into the kitchen headphones on over her bonnet, pink and blue socks over her feet. Bopping to who knows what.
They all took time to get down to the main dining area. Ilya will admit it. Their house is very big. Each kid's room has an en suite and a small sitting area. They are spaced out all over the house. Ilya smiles knowing how comfortably his kids get to be because of their hard work.
Shane and Ilya simultaneously motioned for her to take off her headphones.
She groaned but took them off as she sat down. Some parents would have snapped at the 'disrespect' but Ilya and Shane know its normal to be frustrated about rules. They also knew she was on her period because she was wearing her boyfriend's hoodie and a pair of Shane's sweatpants. Best to let her be.
Irina moved to serve herself when Shane put his hand out. "Wait for Davey."
Irina rolled her eyes "He doesn't even know we are eating, he is still on the game." Ana looked up from her phone and tried to cover the creeping smile.
Shane shot Ilya a look and he immediately stood up.
David had taken up gaming. He asked for a new gaming setup for every birthday and spent any time he was not at school or band practice online yelling at his online friends. But now was family dinner Friday and the game could wait.
Ilya made his way up to Davids room and could already hear the screaming from down the hallway.
"Ты что, медлительный или просто бездарный? Давай, Джейлион, в школе ты так раздувал щёки, а теперь что? Ты полное отстой." David yelled into his headset, furiously tapping at his keyboard. "Get your shit together you fucking dumbass. oh-Oh you don't mean that. You love me."
Ilya moved silently into the room. Cast in the blue LED lights that where strung around the corners. Clothes lie everywhere; Ilya nearly tripped on a discarded Gatorade bottle as he made his way in.
"Oh my god you all are-" Ilya cleared his throat "Holy shit Papa, sorry.."
"Нет-нет, дай я спрошу. Когда я возьму эту глупую штуку и брошу её в бассейн, что ты собираешься делать? Может, наконец-то поужинаешь с семьёй, которая ждёт тебя внизу." Ilya said as he leaned against the wall.
"Sorry papa I-"
"Shut it down."
David turned and briefly said his bye's and shut down the PC.
"Я с тобой не играю. Зачем я плачу за телефон, если не могу до тебя дозвониться?"
David got up and went to the door.
"Don't let your dad see this mess. This weekend you will clean."
"Yes." David said as he headed down the stairs
Finally, they were all sitting at dinner and filling their plates.
"David that is enough parmasean, you already have a double chin." Ana joked as she slurped up her pasta.
David paused and looked up at her raising his eyebrows then continued as if she didn't say anything.
"Leave him be Ana." Shane says with a little smile.
"Yeah not everyone has a six pack like you." Irina playfully nudged her sister.
Ana turned "I told you to join cheer but YOU said.."
Irina groaned again "I know I know. freak my freaking chungus life bro."
Ilya looked over at Shane who was just as puzzled.
"Don't bother, you both are ancient. Just keep calm and worry about...my space or Facebook." David chirped.
"I follow you on Tiktok!" Shane pointed his fork at David.
"Yeah but dad you watch cat videos and hockey reels." David retorts
"Don't forget edits of me." Ilya interjects.
"Рири, ты видела правки, которые я тебе прислал по моим соревнованиям по чирлидингу? Вот такие новости." Ana looked at her phone screen expectantly.
"The fans love to edit you. Confident, like your aunt Sveta." Shane crooned as he smiled fondly at his daughter.
Irina scoops another mouthful "They need to make another of me and Gavin. They literally make me cry." She began to fan her face.
"Is that why your face is so puffy?" David mumbles.
"What was that?" Irina whipped her head to his end of the round table.
"Je sais que c’est toi qui as balancé à Papa, ne mens même pas. Je pouvais entendre tes lourds pas résonner dans le couloir!" David said slamming his fork down.
"De toute façon, tu l'as bien cherché espèce de connard. Crier à trois heures du matin comme un drogué. Ma chambre est juste à côté de la tienne." Irina snapped
"Ooo the girls are fighting" Ana said quietly while leaning back
"Both of you!" Shane snapped up from his plate.
Both kids backed down and continued to eat. Shane gave his husband a look, he would fill him in on what they had said later since his French was a little rusty.
Ana let out a small chuckle at her sibling being reprimanded.
David looked up "Don't know why rats nest is laughing. Whats funny?" He cocked his neck out.
Ana looked at him with shock "You know I had practice today..and anyway its like day 9 so..."
"So that's why your hair smells like shit?" Irina scrunched her face up.
"Just because your vag is bloody doesn't mean you get to be bitchy to everyone." Ana snipped.
Ilya butted in "Ana that is enough, leave her-"
"Fuck you!" Irina snapped
"No cursing at the table, Papa get he. See I can snitch too." David pointed his finger at Irina.
"Why don't you finish you fourth plate Davey? mind you business." Ana slapped his finger away.
"Can both of you just not be insufferable for five seconds. I'm overstimulated." Irina leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
"Oh please bitch, spell overstimulated." Ana said with a smirk.
"Papa Ana took my heating pad and had the audacity to put it back in my room. Not . Charged. You said the next time she did that she would get-"
"Snitch!" Both kids yelled out.
Ilya knew that letting them bicker was better them stopping it, so he sat back. If they got too much then he would stop them but as of now it was harmless.
He turned to give Shane a tired look of 'These are ours' when he was met with something else. Shane was looking into his food and not eating, plate hardly touched. He is in his head, and the fighting is not helping.
"Младенцы!"
The voices died down.
They all saw their fathers stressed out face. They knew of Shane and Ilya's struggles, what sense would hiding it make?
"Sorry Daddy.." Ana said much quieter.
"Sorry Daddy." David echoed
"Sorry.." Irina finished
Shane nodded "Sorry, you guys are fine. Just too much. Needed to get my mind together."
Ilya leaned in and whispered, "You still want to finish this?"
Shane looked over and nodded. He put his body back in motion and resumed eating. Slowly, but he was eating.
"Lets get through the rest of this in peace." Ilya looked around.
"Ana you need to wash your hair tonight." Shane looks up at his daughters matted yet still beautiful mane.
"Je le ferai, je le jure. Ça pue seulement parce que je l'ai porté pour m'entraîner." She pushed away her empty plate "D'ailleurs, peux-tu regarder mes enregistrements d'entraînement avec moi demain ? Je rate toujours mon extension vokov."
"Bien sûr mon amour" Shane smiled.
"And some of us were going to go see Irn Lung.." Ana said slowly
"Have fun" Ilya chuckled to himself.
"Tell Eve she still owes me a Tim's breakfast sandwich." David chimes in while picking up the empty plates.
"Oh my gooner! She didn't know it was yours." Ana itched her scalp in frustration.
"It was on my side of the fridge with my name on it." David said from the sink
"You know she isn't the brightest.." Irina said, still tuned into the conversation with her headphones on.
Saturn by SZA rang out from Irina's phone and she happily answered it while skitting down the hallway to her room.
"Gavin" they all said together.
Ana got up to leave after putting away the leftovers and placing kisses on her dad's cheeks.
Ilya caught a whiff of her hair and didn't hold back "Oh Jesus, wash it please sweetheart I beg."
Ana walked out rolling her eyes.
David finally finished dishes and turned to leave.
"Don't touch that game." Shane said sternly.
"Ok." David marched upstairs.
"Good?" Ilya turned to Shane
"So good." He replied.