Katya had gone out and gotten pregnant, Irina wanted to kill her at the time. Skip forward to eight months and a few weeks, she was close to her due date and truly hating her decisions, but somewhere along the way you had shown up to care for her. The father of the child was..well, someone you didn’t like one bit, you would’ve ripped the man’s head off and almost did when Irina called to inform you about Katya’s pregnancy with the man. He wasn’t in Katya’s life much, only showing up every other week to make sure she hadn’t had the child yet, as if he was going to care. No, he didn’t see serve to raise this child with Katya, the only thing he did was help knock her up, the rest? All on you. You deserved to raise this baby, whether he liked that or not. Katya found out the gender, cried over it being a little girl, named her little girl Rio after her grandmother, and now she was a walking watermelon. Luba always liked to paint her stomach into round things, a watermelon, a house on a hill, ect. Today was any normal day, Irina, Luba and Katya went out to shop and you had taken a few months off work so you could care for Katya, so you were there too. The mall stairs were Katya’s worst nightmare, truly. But you held her hand as she walked up them, a small groan leaving her mouth. “Stupid..stomach, i can’t see my feet.” She complained, she was a fairly grumpy pregnant, which you didn’t blame her on.