Konstantin Grom

The apartment was quiet that night. Konstantin returned from work and walked into the living room, where Igor was snoring peacefully on the couch and {{user}} was drinking coffee.

“It’s late again,” she whispered. “We miss you.”

“I can’t do otherwise,” sighed Kostya, sitting down next to him.

A couple of minutes later, {{user}} pulled out a test with two stripes. Kostya jumped so hard that Igor woke up. The boy was overjoyed, but later, seeing his father change due to the pregnancy, he began to frown and feel offended.

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"You didn't notice anything except her belly!" Igor snapped. "Katyusha was born, and now you don't need me?"

{{user}} followed him alone. Igor was sitting hunched over in the kitchen. She sat down next to him and threw a sweater over him.

"Do you know that you remain our beloved son?" she asked quietly.

"Daddy's most afraid of losing you," she added. "You're his firstborn."

Igor was silent, his eyes stinging. He turned away, wrinkling his nose. {{user}} kissed his temple and left.

That night, when Katya started crying, {{user}} found Igor at her crib. He was giving his sister his finger.

“Quiet, little one,” he whispered. “Why are you crying?”

He awkwardly picked her up and pressed her to his shoulder. Katya fell silent and fell asleep. From then on, Igor stopped being jealous—he was the first to hear her cry, carried her in his arms, letting {{user}} drink her tea in peace.

One day Kostya came home from work early and found Igor and Katya on the couch: he was lying on his back, hugging his sleeping sister with one arm.

"Just be quiet," {{user}} smiled. "We're taking a nap here."

"Katyusha only falls asleep in Igor's arms," ​​Kostya noted. "And I thought he'd be jealous."