"Whele wele you, Zee?"
"Oh? Big sis was with Lia," he also calls her that. "Did you miss me much, bunny?"
He pouted, "Much, much, much."
Ugh, he's so damn cute and adorable. "I missed you much, much, much too, bunny."
Cyryl beamed, his eyes shimmering with happiness, "Missed me?"
"I missed you a lot. That's why I came back sooner, because big sis was too sad away from my little bunny," I played with his hair and he giggled overjoyed. "Wait here, okay, bunny? Big sis will make your winter choco."
"Wintel choco, wintel choco, wintel choco," he sang. "Bunny loves Zee and her wintel choco."
My heart warmed at his words, "Zee loves bunny more," I opened my phone and put Pop! by Nayeon to play, since he loves this song. I have a full playlist just with the songs he likes.
Instrumental, pop, K-pop, folksong, and etc. Maybe it's because I listen to music all the time and he's always near me, so he got my musical taste. Except that usually he loves the energetic songs instead, while I listen to lots of depressing ones.
"Po-po-pop!" He sang moving his little hands.
Smiling, I danced to it too, though I danced the choreography and he laughed, since he always enjoy seeing me dancing. So much that I'm used to doing stuff dancing when I'm with him to keep him entertained. I love to dance those energetic songs to him, because his smile is priceless.
Taking my tea of the cooktop, I filled my 'Did You Fall From Heaven? Because So Did Satan!' mug that my mom hates. I have countless different mugs all with sayings like this, I love it. My best collection, though, I left in our Zakopane villa.
Putting my tea aside to cool down, I focus on preparing my little brother's classic hot chocolate.
1 cup of oat milk, 1 tablespoon of cocoa powder, 1 tablespoon of brown sugar, 2 tablespoons of dark chocolate, ½ tablespoon of nutmeg, 3 cardamom, and 1 drop of vanilla extract.
When it got ready, I turned off the cooktop and poured it on the batman mug I bought for him two months ago together with a collection of 10 mugs each of a different DC character, proper for him to drink hot chocolate, then I added his favorite metallic black straw to it.
"Don't drink yet, bunny, or it will burn your tongue. We don't want you to get hurt."
"Mmm, good smell, Zee," he licked his lips and waited with an excited look on his eyes.
Cute.
He pointed to my phone, "Tangled. Tangled dancing song, Zee."
"What I told you to say when you want something, little bunny?"
"Pleasu," he pouted. "Pleasu, Zee."
Aye, he's so adorable. "That's my little bunny. Don't forget that, no matter who it is, whenever you want to ask for anything, you need to say please." I don't really do that, but I'm too far gone on my fame of being rude to change that. It's part of how I make people perceive me already. But he's different.
I'm a traumatized little bitch, he ain't. I won't let him be. I know for a fact, given how much love, affection, care, and attention mom and Monika pour on him, that he'll be loved and won't feel neglected. That's how it should be.
Just because I'm fucked up, broken, and traumatized, doesn't mean my little brother needs to be too. And his godparents, Wiktoria (aunt Monika's straight best friend) and Joseph (mom's gay best male friend) are amazing to him too, and I doubt history will repeat itself with Cyryl, Monika and mom clearly love each other in a way mom and dad never did, which does sting a lot on me, and even if it hurts me, it's good for little Cyryl.
"Tangled dancing song, pleasu, Zee!"
I giggled at his words, then picked my phone and put Kingdom Dance from Tangled by Alan Menken to play on repeat. And when it started, he beamed with joy, then I began to jump around and dance the song for him, which made him laugh.
May sound silly, but I love this song, it's my favorite from Tangled, and Tangled happens to be my favorite and comfort animated movie of all time. So much that I even painted the walls of the common room between the five rooms of my wing in our Zakopane villa, with the scenario of Rapunzel seeing the lights on the tower, and as the painting continues from a fraction of the ceiling where I painted the lights going from the hidden spot of the tower to the Kingdom, to the other side of the wall has a painting of the castle with the city around and the lights floating from there to the other side.
I made various paintings around the villa, like the home theater, which I painted the ceiling with a scene from Harry Potter where they are flying around in their brooms during a game. It took me an entire summer vacation to finish last year, as I opted to spend summer vacation I'm the villa while mom and aunt Monika traveled to Bali with Cyryl for a family vacation. It's not a wonder that their family always felt more complete with me out of the picture, the reminder of their betrayal and of my dad.
Well, I also spent this summer vacation there, alone, after they went with Cyryl to Cancun and Cecylia traveled to Paris with uncle Krystian, where they spent three months and also where she jumped on him. Pretty romantic to do that in Paris, no?
The point is, earlier on this summer vacation, to train a sculpting technic I learned from professor in college, I sculpted a full moon in the main wall of the living room we face when we arrive in the main wing of the villa. It's three meters high and three meters large, so, it took some time and a whole months for me to complete it. As I had carved the wall to make it, I added small led lights around it to light it up at night.
Mom never compliment anything I do unless it threw her off her seat, and she complimented the moon non-stop. I do take her word on that, since she's specialized in decoration and knows what's good what isn't. Everyone else loved too when they saw it after it was done, on the holidays after summer, early this year. I'm very proud of my work too, especially because I did my best to make it look like the moon, and it did.
After all, my best really is the best.
Smiling at myself, I touched his mug to feel if it was still hot and when I notice it wasn't, I looked at him who was smiling excitedly at me, "Drink up, bunny. It's warm now."
"Yay," he said loudly and in a cute high-pitch, and he drank it, he closed his eyes, "It's good, good, good, good, good, Zee!"
I kissed his forehead, "I'm glad you like it, bunny."
"Oy, you're home already, Zee? Nora said you would only come tomorrow," Joseph Paraskevopoulos, Cyryl's godfather, mom's gay male best friend, who's Greek-American-Polish, purred in Greek as he walked inside the kitchen all covered in a hot pink hoodie with a matching sweatpants and a pair of flamingo fluffy socks, as we don't use shoes in this house.
It's funny, because even though he's Greek-American-Polish, he looks Japanese with white hair, since both his mom and his dad's ancestors were all Japanese. What a combination. He's around 1.88m, so he's pretty taller than me, and he's cool. Definitely more easy to be around than my mom is.
He works with her in her company, and they became friends after my dad died, so, he has no idea how things were before and only know of my mom with Monika, since he moved to Warsaw, from Greece, when he was 28, and he's the same age as my parents.
My dad died when he was 27.
"Aye, I wanted to spend time with little bunny here, before leaving to Switzerland on Tuesday," I answered him, also in Greek, since he's more comfortable talking with me, mom, and aunt Monika in Greek rather than in Polish or English for the matter, though he speaks in Polish with Cyryl. "Did you sleep here?"
"Mmhm, I was taking care of Ryll for your mothers, since they went on a date together last night and came back pretty late," he sat down on the seat next to Cyryl's and switched to Polish. "Good morning, Ryll. How are you doing?"
Nothing out of normal. Every Saturday night they go on dates together, and when I'm not here, either Joseph drops by to stay with it, or Wiktoria comes pick him up and take him to her home since she has two 13-year-old sons who adore my brother as if they were related.
It took mom 12 years with me to learn that nannies shouldn't be trusted, since at 12 the nanny who was taking care of me when I was with a fever, made me fall down the stairs and I broke both my right leg and my left arm, and twisted my left ankle. It was a nightmare.
Sometimes I wonder if those nannies were trying to freaking kill me, because that would be very believable if it was the case.
"Good, good. Zee is with me. I missed Zee," he took a sip of his hot cocoa and turned to me. "Why will you leave, Zee? I don't want you to leave," he pouted.
"Will you go alone? Your mom was freaking out yesterday, saying you got a mysterious boyfriend," he grinned naughtily at me, thankfully in Greek.
"Big sis got a travel to a pretty place from uncle Krys and Lia, bunny. But big sis will back before her birthday and will spend Santa's day with you," I pinched his nose softly, then turned to Joseph and switched to Greek. "Not alone, I'll be with uncle Krystian and Cecylia. I already told her my boyfriend isn't coming with me, since she probably thought he would," I'm kind of running from him, to make him hunt me, so, yeah. "And yes, I got a boyfriend."
He grinned mischievously, "Finally. For a second there I thought you were asexual, Zee. You seemed pretty cold about anyone, I can't imagine what this boy did to get you not only to let him in, but to date him at that!"
I licked my lips, feeling my cheeks heating up, "He's not a boy, he's a man. He's a bit older than me, I wouldn't date a kid. And he did many things that made me want to make him mine," then I pushed my turtleneck down a bit while Cyryl wasn't looking. "He definitely knows what he's doing."
Joseph giggled lively and clapped his hands in sheer amusement, "I need to meet him. He deserves a gold trophy for that. A bunch of medals. Oh my Lord. You finally lost your v-card, Zee!"
"Hey, I'm still young, you know. It was completely normal to still be a virgin at my age," I clicked my tongue. "He's worthy. Very, very, very worthy!"
Giggling loudly, he raised his eyebrows is curiosity, "Was he big?"
Jesus Christ, thank God my little brother doesn't speak Greek or I would be mortified.