A/N1: Here's the next installment of TWFAF peoples. The latter part of this chapter was an inspired by a conversation my bestie in the fandom Renee and I had when I was visiting her in NZ. I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Read and review you gorgeous little munchkins of love! :D
Despite her earlier resolve to spend the entire day in bed Stana was the first to rise the next morning and had a long hot shower before returning to her and Nathan’s bedroom. Their sexual theatrics the evening before had exhausted the actor and he remained steadfastly asleep tangled up in the blankets his face smooshed into his pillows. Stana dried off and threw on her bathrobe before sitting on the bed and running her fingers through Nathans hair in an attempt to wake him up.
“Baaaa-aaabe wakey wakey,
” she sang massaging his scalp with the tips of her fingers. “It’s the mooooooorning.
Eventually Nathan woke from his slumber with a groan. “Wozleepin
’.” He mumbled.
“I know and you looked totally adorable while doing so.” Stana told him in amusement. “D’you want to get up and eat breakfast? I’ve already had a shower and I think Dusan’s up early because I can smell Croissants.”
Nathan consented to opening a singular eye. “I would rather eat you.
” He murmured sleepily.
Stana rolled her eyes. “You did that last night,” she reminded him. “Several
times remember? I was speaking in the culinary sense. Besides after last night’s escapades I’m too sore for anymore bedroom theatrics.”
Nathan lit up like a Christmas tree. “Really?” exclaimed sitting up in a hurry. “That means you had a good time.”
Stana leaned forward and pecked him on the lips. “Babe, I always have a good time,” she informed him. “Just last night I had a lot of a good time. Give it a couple of days and I’ll be good to go again.”
“I’m sore as hell,” he admitted. “My arms are sore, my legs are sore, I feel like I’ve had a personal training session.”
“Well you did....of sorts.
” Stana said with a giggle as she got up and made her way over to the wardrobe to fish out her clothes for the day. “Just a bit more personal than you’re used to.”
Nathan chuckled at her humor. “I’m going to get back that six pack I had ten years ago if we have more repeats of last night,” he said in amusement, sliding off the bed and reaching for his towel which he knotted around his waist. “Hell I could have the body of a Navy Seal in six months with more repeats of last night.”
Stana rolled her eyes. “We didn’t do it that
hard,” she said dryly. “Now go and have a shower you smell of sweat and sex.”
“I call that Eau de, Stana,” Nathan announced with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows and giving her a cheeky smack on the backside.
Stana jumped in surprise and let out a little squeak. “Go and have a shower Nate,” she instructed him. “I’ll see you downstairs.”
Nathan made his exit and Stana made her way downstairs. Dusan and Sera were in the kitchen making croissants and cherry Danishes.
” Dusan scolded as Stana pinched a still warm Danish from a cooling rack. “I haven’t put the glaze on that yet!”
“Don’ care,” Stana mumbled getting up on her toes to kiss her brother on the cheek. “Dobro jutro brate.” (Good morning brother)
“I think you’re the only one that could get away with pinching a Danish before its been glazed,” Sera commented in amusement as she took a tray of croissants out of the oven. “He threatened to slap Teo with an icing paddle on Christmas morning if he didn’t keep his fingers out of the Danish box.”
“Really?” Stana asked with a snort.
“Yeah, and it didn’t stop him swiping four in total.” Dusan groused. “Jebeni svinja.
” (Fucking pig)
“I would take it as a compliment,” Stana informed her brother once she’d finished laughing as she filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stovetop. “People like your goodies Dushie and they want to eat them.”
“I know but most people wait til they’re in the shop.” Dusan went on as Teo entered the kitchen. “They’re not culinary vacuum cleaners.”
“Who’s a culinary vacuum cleaner?” the younger Katic asked swiping a Danish and biting into it.
” (Fuck off!) Dusan shouted as he dropped the oven mitts he had just put on and took off after his brother. “Dodirnite bilo na klupi ponovo i ja ću spaliti jaja na toplom tanjiru!
” (“Touch anything on the bench again and I’ll burn your balls on the hotplate!”)
Both Stana and Sera collapsed in a fit of laughter as the two brothers ran into the main body of the house shouting in Serbian.
“Think Teo only does that to rile Dus’ up,” Stana observed as Teo leapt spectacularly over the sofa with a howl of laughter.
“Oh totally!” Sera agreed.
“Smiri se vas dvoje!
” (Calm down you two!
) came the voice of Stana’s father a moment later. “I prestani da psovanje tvoja majka će imati svoj sakriti!
” (And stop swearing, your mother will have your hide!
“You two are totally five years old,” Stana informed her brothers as they re-entered the kitchen with their father, shoving each other. “Dobro jutro Tata.” (Good morning Dad)
“Dobro jutro Devojčica,” (Good morning baby girl) Peter replied kissing his eldest daughter on the cheek. “Where’s Nathan?”
“Having a shower, he should be down soon, he slept in a bit,” Stana replied as she lined up all of their coffee mugs. “I think all this rushing about since we arrived here is tiring him out.”
“Don’t think it’s the ‘rushing’ about that’s tiring him.” Teo murmured through a mouthful of Danish.
Quick as a flash Stana grabbed one of Dusan’s oven mitts and whacked Teo around the head with it. “He wasn’t quick enough to get you but I was!” she exclaimed with a grin and her younger brother let out a yelp of surprise. “Behave yourself Teodor Katic!”
“Are my boys misbehaving already?” Rada asked in amused exasperation as she entered the kitchen.
“Only Teo!” Stana and Dusan chorused.
“He nicked a Danish before it was glazed,” Dusan added.
“You two always rat me out,” Teo groused.
“Ne pick u kuvanju tvog brata!” (Don’t pick at your brother’s cooking!) Rada scolded half-heartedly with a shake of her head. “I brought my boys up better than that.”
Nik and Teo arrived a short time later followed by Gigi and conversation turned to the following evening’s planned party.
Nathan arrived ten minutes later looking refreshed but still exhausted from the previous evening’s activity. “Zao mi je zao mi je zao mi je!” (I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!) he apologized taking a seat beside Stana and dropping a kiss on her lips. “Jeff rang.”
“He’s ringing late. It’s got to me midnight in Edmonton,” Stana said as she got up to make her partner a fresh mug of coffee.
“It is, he’s just finished setting up for the party he’s holding at his place tomorrow night,” Nathan replied reaching forward and snatching a ham and cheese croissant off the platter in front of him. “He figured I would be up and thought he would check in considering we’re probably going to be too busy to touch base again until the new year.”
“We’ll have to drunk dial him when it turns midnight here,” Stana joked as she stirred sugar into his drink.
“Of course, it’s tradition to drunk dial at least one relative on New Year’s Eve.” Nathan said with a grin. “At least it is in my family.”
“That’s a tradition I’m keen to introduce to this family.” Marko decided with a snigger.
“Who would you drunk dial?” Stana asked pointedly as she set down Nathan’s mug. “Literally the whole family is going to be here.”
“Well maybe next year then,” Marko replied.
“Pencil it into that fancy leather ledger you have.”
After breakfast Nathan was helping Peter clean up when the elder Katic made a request of him.
“Nathan I was wondering if you would please accompany me into town today to run a few errands?” he asked the actor. “All the other boys will be going out to get some of the fireworks and Dusan is staying back her to help Rada and the girls cook.”
“No problem be happy to,” Nathan replied amiably. “What are we picking up?”
“Mainly alcohol but some meat from the butcher but it’s a lot and I can’t carry it all on my own,” Peter revealed.
“Count me in.” Nathan said. “Just come find me when you’re ready to go.”
“Hvala puno.” (Thankyou very much)
After the dishes were done and put away Nathan made himself and Stana a mug of coffee and went in search of the brunette. He found her down by the lake looking across the water at the whitewashed monastery her greenish brown eyes brimming with tears.
“Brought you a mug of the best stuff...hey what’s up?” he asked in concern, hurriedly putting their mugs down on a nearby rock.
Stana sank into Nathan’s hug and sighed loudly. “’m being stupid,” She said. “Just thinking about stuff.”
“What sort of stuff?” Nathan enquired. “If you want to tell me that is.”
Stana inhaled deeply and exhaled in a rush. “See the monastery over the lake?” she asked pointing to the whitewashed building.
“It’s Dragovic Monastery, Kris and I talked about getting married there,” Stana replied in a small voice. “I mean we talked about if we got married it would be there. Then all this crap with him started in Greece-and now I can’t even imagine getting married there, not now anyway.”
“You still could, you know.” Nathan murmured his breath coming out in little puffs.
“I don’t think I could,” Stana repeated, thickly. “That monastery is so special to my family ... Tata’s parents got married there, we all got christened there. Jelena and Petar got married there and Mama and Tata themselves got married there but Kris and what he did to me stained my desire to walk down the aisle there myself.”
“Don’t let that bastard taint your dreams honey, if you want to get married there - get married there,” Nathan informed his upset girlfriend. “Make yourself some happy memories something you’ll cherish well into your dotage. Don’t let him prevent you from being happy.”
Stana wiped her eyes and looked up at her partner with a dazzling smile that made his heart flip. “You always know how to say the right thing and make me feel better,” she informed him with a watery voice. “I’m sure you could make money doing that.”
“Eh maybe.” The actor conceded. “But I make decent coin from acting my first love and that’ll do.”
love?” Stana question with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. “What am I, shopped liver?”
“Oh no darling you’re much more delectable
than chopped liver,” Nathan replied with a grin. “And you taste much better too.”
Stana rolled her eyes at her partner’s corniness. “You’re a goober,” she said in amusement accepting the slightly less than hot mug of coffee he had brought out for her. “Mmmm yum.
“So....you’re in the kitchen today, huh?” Nathan asked after a few moments of companionable silence.
“Yeah, Mama and Dusan need all hands on deck so I volunteered,” Stana replied with a sigh. “What do you have planned?”
“Helping your Dad pick up booze and meat in town,” Nathan replied easily. “Looking forward to spending some one on one time with your Dad he’s a good guy.”
“He is, and he thinks you’re pretty good too,” Stana revealed. “He’s told me so.”
“Oh did he now?” Nathan said in amusement.
“Yup, only last night he took me aside and told me he wants you to stick around for a good long while,” Stana went on. “I agreed, I said I want you to stick around for a good long while too.”
“Well you both will get your wish, I don’t plan on going anywhere anytime soon,” Nathan confessed with a smile that made his baby blues light up.
When the cold became too much, Stana and Nathan headed back inside via the kitchen.
“Arrrgh I’m COLD!
” Stana exclaimed yanking off her gloves and clapping her hands together hard.
Nathan grasped his girlfriend’s hands and brought them up to his mouth breathing on them and rubbing them within his own. “That better?” he asked after a few moments.
“Bit,” Stana replied with a smile shivering as he kissed the palm of her left hand. “But I kinda have a better
Stana stanked her hands inside Nathan’s jacket then under his shirt to rest her freezing hands on his back.
The actor’s eyes flew open and he let out a yelp of surprise. “AH!
” He yelped jumping back in surprise. “They’re FREEZING!
“Aw come on babe let me waaaaarm
up,” Stana purred lunging after Nathan and diving her hands back into his jacket. “I’ll let you kiiiiiisssssssss meeeeeee.
Nathan’s stomach flip flopped. “Kiss ass.
” He muttered as Stana pressed him up against the wall next to the scullery.
“Mmm yes, now how about a smooch?” Stana asked with a grin that lit up her whole face. “I like smooching.”
“Well when you ask so nicely I suppose I can oblige,” Nathan replied drawing the brunette close to him. “You’re lucky I like smooching too.”
Stana tickled Nathan’s back and got up on her toes to meet his lips with hers. He cupped her face in his hands and ran his thumbs along her jawline. Stana let out a little moan and pressed her tongue against his and they fell against the wall where everyone’s gumboots were lined up. Stana’s beanie fell off and Nathan took the opportunity to run his fingers through her brunette lock and kiss her harder. They were totally lost in each other when the door to the kitchen flung open and Marko came walking through.
“Oh for fuc-do you two ever
leave each other alone?” the younger man asked in amused exasperation. “Seriously, I think Mama would prefer you two to get married before you start making her some grandchildren.”
“Did you catch those two sucking face again?
” Gigi called from the kitchen.
“Oh come o-” Stana began.
“Nah, not sucking face - making babies,” Marko replied with a snort of laughter as Stana pulled away from Nathan and punched her brother on the arm.
“Oh, alright then. Be safe you two!
“We weren’t making babies!” Stana shrilled her face a magnificent shade of scarlet. “And even if we wanted to we’d never get enough time because no one in this house ever leaves us alone!”
“Well to be fair guys, you don’t exactly look for private places to do whatever you do,” Gigi reasoned with a grin.
“I can’t believe we’re having this discussion.” Stana muttered. “Every single one of my siblings is an idiot!”
“What did we do this time?” Nik asked as he and Dusan entered the kitchen.
“Nothing, we’re not having this conversation!” Stana exclaimed.
“I busted these two kissing out by the scullery,” Marko piped up.
“Oh leave them alone, it’s not like we all haven’t been busted kissing our partners before,” Teo who had been in the pantry announced. “Stan, Nate you can suck face wherever whenever. No one really gives a shit.”
“Its just fun to tease you two,” Dusan added with a chuckle, pulling his mortified sister in for a hug. “And you know us we give as good as we get. I would totally have no issue with being teased if you’re the one to bust Sera and I next time.”
“Thanks Dus’” Stana mumbled, her voice muffled by her brother’s shirt. “I’ll definitely return the favour.”
Pretty soon the embarrassment of being busted kissing passed and everyone swung into gear to finalise the plans for the following evening’s party. Stana, Gigi and Sera helped with the cooking under Rada and Dusan’s supervisions. Nathan provided muscle by filling the fire pit with fresh wood then helping Peter, Nik, Marko and Teo to hang decorative fairy lights out the front and back of the house and connect them up to the house’s electrical circuit.
” Stana called from the kitchen.
Everyone traipsed back into the kitchen where a mountain of sandwiches was waiting for them, the men pounced and there was silence for several minutes as everyone consumed their meal.
“So just the fireworks and booze to go and we’re all set for tomorrow night,” Marko announced, breaking the silence. “I can’t wait to blow them up its going to be awesome!
“I think this New Year’s is going to the best ever,” Nathan piped up as he sipped at the mug of hot chocolate Stana had made for him. “Certainly there’s nowhere else I’d rather bring in the New Year.”
“Well we’re all glad that you’re here to spend the holiday with us Nathan,” Rada said with a soft smile. “We’d like you to be here to celebrate many more family holidays.”
“And I’d like to be here,” Nathan replied smiling as Stana reached under the table and squeezed his knee. “There’s good food, good Rakija and especially good company.”
“Cheers for good Rakija!” Nik piped up.
A collective cheer went up from everyone at the table though not one of them was actually drinking Rakija.
After lunch and the preparations for the following evening kicked back into gear Nathan rugged up in his favourite woollen jacket, a beanie Stana had bought him in Belgrade and a scarf his grandmother had gifted him upon his 21st birthday and made his way into Vrilka with Peter.
“Okay, where to first?” Nathan asked once they parked the car.
“Let’s pick up the alcohol first,” Peter suggested his breath coming out in great billowing clouds of steam. “Its best to leave the meat until just before we go back to the house. Maybe we can stop off for a pint of Pivo before we head back?”
Nathan grinned. “That sounds great,” he said. “Let’s get to work, shall we?”
After loading up Peter and Rada’s car with all the alcohol for the celebrations the following evening Nathan waited by a little jewellery shop for Peter while the older man ran and errand for Rada. To pass the time he window shopped and his attention was immediately caught by a delicate white gold ring with a large emerald cut diamond in the centre and two smaller baguette cut diamonds on either side of the larger gem. It was displayed in a wooden dark blue velvet lined box and sparkled in the display case lighting. The display cabinet was filled of diamond necklaces, sapphire pendants, ruby earrings and emerald charms but Nathan’s attention was constantly drawn back to the emerald cut diamond ring. He was just considering entering the store to get a closer look at the ring when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped around and saw Peter there a huge grin upon his face.
“See anything you like?” he asked in amusement.
“U-uhh aaaaah um maybe?
” Nathan stammered, his scruffy cheeks turning a magnificent shade of red.
” Peter began. “If you were to propose to her Rada and I would give our blessing.”
Nathan’s jaw fell open. “R-really?
” he said.
“Yes,” Peter replied. “We like you Nathan, you love Stana, you respect her you lift her up when she’s feeling down and you instil a different type of confidence in her. She has blossomed into the best person she can be since you two started dating. Rada and I want her to be happy in all aspects of her life and I think if you asked her to marry you she would finally be so.”
“I-I’m afraid it’s t-to soon.” Nathan confessed. “We’ve only been together six months-a-and even though she disagrees I know she’s still having trouble dealing with what Kris did to her.”
“Possibly so but she has you, her rock to lean on.” Peter said sagely. “Every day I see my baby girl with you Nathan I see her heal, I see her laugh and I see her sparkle. She hasn’t done that in a long long time. Even before Kris did what he did to her I saw her enthusiasm for life wane a little. The length of your relationship has nothing to do with whether it’s the right time to propose or not, it’s the quality
and you and Stana have quality. If you love her with all your heart and can’t imagine your life without her ask her. Trust me it’ll be the best decision of your life.”
“I do love her with all my heart.” Nathan confessed. “I love her more than I have any woman before.”
Peter grinned. “Then you have your answer then,” he said happily. “Just so you know, Rada and I were only together four months before I proposed. It doesn’t matter if its six months or six minutes. If a relationship is strong it will last.”
“So how long have you and Rada been married?” Nathan asked in interest.
“Thirty nine years, forty in May.” Peter replied. “Stana came along just on three years after we married and six months after we immigrated to Canada.”
Nathan smiled. “Well then....” he said with a smile “would you like to come in with me?”
“Of course, lead the way.”
Nathan made his way down to the door of the jewellery shop and twisted the brass dor knob. A little bell above his head tinkled and a rush of warm air hit his face, instantly warming him.
“Dobar dan!” (Good afternoon!) the mid sixties man behind the counter called, greeting them with a glint in his eye.
“Dobar dan.” Nathan replied pulling off his beanie. “Kako ste?” (How are you?)
“Jas am dobro.” (I am good) the man replied. “Kako mogu da vam pomognem danas?” (How can I help you today?)
“Mogu li molim te pogledam tu-tu.” Nathan stumbled trying to remember everything Marko had taught him. “Shit
what’s the work for diamond?” he asked Peter in exasperation.
“Dijamantski.” The older man replied encouragingly. “Keep going.”
“Dijamantski.” Nathan continued. “Ring ring ring....OH!
prsten u prozoru?” (Ring in the window)
The man grinned. “I speak English,” he said with a grin. “So you like the diamond ring in the window yes?”
Nathan signed in relief. “I do,” he said with a smile.
The sales assistant made his way over to the window and retrieved the ring from its display case; he brought it over to the counter and placed it on a velour mat.
“This for a special lady?” he asked.
“Yes, a very special lady-his daughter.” Nathan said with a grin jerking his head in Peter’s direction. “I was window shopping and saw this in the window and I know it would be perfect for my girlfriend. It’s not too big and it’s not too small.”
“You ‘ave impeccable taste,” the man said. “Do you know your duso’s ring size?”
“No, unfortunately I don’t.” Nathan replied making a face.
“No problem, no problem! If it too big or too small I will fix that for you.”
“We’re only here til the third.” Nathan informed the man. “We live in the United States.”
“You can take it too a good jeweller there and have it resized if it not fit.” The man said. “I make this one myself. Took a long time, many hours of polishing.”
“Is it white gold?” Nathan asked, picking up the ring and admiring its glitter.
“Da, the prettiest precious metal.”
Nathan spent several minutes inspecting the ring, slipping it over the end of his right index finger and holding it under the desk lamp on the end of the counter before he made his decision.
“I’ll take it,” he said. “I don’t care what it costs.”
And moments later Nathan left the shop with the ring securely hidden in his jacket pocket.
“Shit I just bought an engagement ring!” he exclaimed as they headed to a nearby pub. “At least I think I just did.”
Peter chuckled and slapped Nathan on the shoulder. “You did.” He said in amusement. “And she will say yes.”
“I hope.” Nathan groaned. “Or I’ve just wasted sixty seven thousand Kuna.”
“I know my girl, Nathan.” Peter informed the unsure actor. “She loves you and this is the next natural step in your relationship. She’s happy with you and I think she’ll be even happier if she becomes your wife.”
Nathan smiled. “I’ll be happy if she becomes my wife.” He said pushing open the door of the pub. “C’mon let’s have a drink. First round’s on me.”
A/N: For the record, seixty seven thousand Kuna is about ten thousand dollars US. I can imagine Nathasn would spend significantly more than that on an engagement ring but it's how the ring looks and how it would suit Stana that drove him to buy this ring not the price tag. Here is a link to how I pictured the ring: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/574560864939742534/
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