From Russia, With Love...Part 2

The next few days went on as normal, but soon Vladimir began to grow cold to her again. She didn’t know what to do or how to manage it, and so one day she approached him and gave him a hug.
“Are you alright, honey?” He stroked her hair.
“Yes, darling, I am fine. I am just thinking about how we will have family soon. I don’t know how ready I am.”
“I understand.” He looked down at her.
“This is all very sudden. I didn’t find out in the best way. Why didn’t you tell me?” She pushed herself out of his arms and turned her back to him, afraid to look him in the eyes as she admitted her secret.
“I thought you’d run away.” He turned her back to face him and his eyes were wide, perhaps with anger, but she couldn’t identify the feeling.
“You think I leave you with child to raise on your own? Do you think that low of me?” She looked up at him.
“Let me explain…”
“Yes, explain, because it sounds absurd to me.”
“You like to have sex so much and I thought that maybe if you knew I was pregnant you’d get turned off…” He grabbed her shoulders and stared at her, shaking his head.
“Listen to me very careful: that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard. If you did not tell me yourself eventually I would figure it out myself in a few months and then what would you say? ‘Oh, Vladimir, I’m sorry, I didn’t know’? What bullshit. I can’t believe you do not trust me.”
“It’s just that I…”
“Do not say anymore. I will make dinner.” She followed him into the kitchen.
“Vladimir..” He was banging around in the kitchen, slamming drawers and cabinets and generally making a scene. Something inside her told her to leave, but she stayed.
“I need to be alone. Please leave.” She rushed up to him and grabbed him by the shirt, looking desperately up into his eyes. His expression softened just a bit.
“What happened to you?”
“What do you mean ‘what happened to you’? What happen to me? I have liar for a wife.”
“I’m not a liar…I’ve never lied to you before.”
“That is bullshit, you have. In the beginning you tell me ‘Oh yes you’re my boyfriend’, and then as soon as your friend leave you say ‘Oh sorry no you’re not’.” She stared at him, confused.
“You’re still upset about that?”
“Let me go. I make dinner now.”
“Please, let’s talk about this…” He slammed another drawer.
“I don’t want to fucking talk to you right now. Leave me alone.”
“Please, Vladimir…” He turned toward her and his face was red with anger.
“Leave!” She felt his hands hitting her shoulders, shoving her to the floor. Again she stared up at him with the same look of betrayal in her eyes.
“How…you said…”
“You asked for it. I say to leave me alone to let me calm down and you stayed and kept bothering me.” She sat on the floor for a few minutes, crying softly. Finally he turned toward her and lifted her up. He tried to hug her, but she ran off and slammed the bedroom door.