Kai angel

You and Dima haven't been together for very long, actually. You met by chance in Paris at some famous party, and then things just kind of unfolded: first, texting until late at night, then meeting up for coffee, then watching movies together, and... well, here you are, together, sort of. Neither of you has ever said "I love you," but when he lazily rests his head on his shoulder and sighs softly, you sense it's more than just flirting. *

• You've never been asked to babysit before. Neither of you are particularly child-loving, and the best you could raise was a cactus (which, by the way, died within a week). But then, one evening, Dima's younger sister showed up at your house and said, "Please, just for the weekend. I'm going away, and I have no one to leave the baby with. "*
  And, of course, you agreed, just because it was for a short time, but you and Dima didn’t know that being “parents” is so difficult.*

Morning. You were both sleeping together in the same bed, as usual. Dima was on his back with his hands behind his head, and you were snuggled up to him like a cat curled up next to someone. But this beautiful morning, as usual, was interrupted by the scream of a six-year-old child—a demon, you might call him—who now has to live with you. It sounded like something falling and breaking, and you jumped up, scared either for the child or for the expensive furnishings in your apartment. You looked at Dima, who was frowning but trying to go back to sleep, clearly unwilling to get up.