Hotel Mumbai -- for Sinthia
Jan. 12th, 2019 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
red_perilWhen Illya was asked to travel to Mumbai India for a fashion show, he jumped at the chance. It was an unusual location for fashion. Not nearly as glamorous as Paris or London, but nonetheless, it would be an adventure. He had not been to India before and it seemed like an excellent opportunity for a family vacation. Illya would work the show for the first week, then he would have a week to spend with Sinthia and his girls exploring the city and buying souvenirs. He and Sinthia were of the same mind on that. Why buy the girls presents from Mumbai when they could go with their parents and have memories of a grand adventure.
When they arrived, the heat took a little getting used to. Their small family coming from the Winter in France where it was very cold and rainy to Mumbai where it was almost 90 degrees and sweltering in January. He finished the show the second night they were there, doing incredibly well. He had made connections with local silk merchants for some new cloth. Illya had been invited back for the next show in a year, and several buyers had made contact about carrying his line of children's clothing. All done with the business end of things, Illya could relax.
He was more than happy to play in the pool with his three year old twin girls, Mischa and Margot. While Sinthia stretched out on one of the lounges in the sun to watch them play and enjoy a non-alcoholic mock-tail. Alcohol was off the menu since she had recently announced that she was pregnant with their third child. Mischa and Margot were convinced it would be a boy.
Their girls loved the warm weather and having access to a swimming pool. Where else could you swim in January and be warm? Both of them could dog-paddle now at Illya's instruction. They were fearless when it came to the water and he was teaching them to swim under water. Soon they would be swimming like they were born to it. Illya tossed out a pair of weighted rings into the deeper area of the children's pool, it was only 4 feet deep there and he stood with the water up to his waist. Even though they were wearing life jackets, Illya wanted to keep in easy reach if one of the girls got into trouble. "OK, my darlings, get them."
Squealing with delight, the girls dove for the rings. They loved this game and were getting quite good at it. "Mischa keep kicking, you're almost there." Her twin popped to the surface, laughing and floating there with a blue rubber ring in hand. "Good job Margot." She swam over and handed her father the ring. A few minutes later, Mischa came up with the other one. "Excellent! You're both doing very good. Again?" They both nodded their heads vigorously. "OK, last time," Illya said and he threw the rings in for them again. After this, they would dry off and get lunch and probably be ready for nap time.
When they arrived, the heat took a little getting used to. Their small family coming from the Winter in France where it was very cold and rainy to Mumbai where it was almost 90 degrees and sweltering in January. He finished the show the second night they were there, doing incredibly well. He had made connections with local silk merchants for some new cloth. Illya had been invited back for the next show in a year, and several buyers had made contact about carrying his line of children's clothing. All done with the business end of things, Illya could relax.
He was more than happy to play in the pool with his three year old twin girls, Mischa and Margot. While Sinthia stretched out on one of the lounges in the sun to watch them play and enjoy a non-alcoholic mock-tail. Alcohol was off the menu since she had recently announced that she was pregnant with their third child. Mischa and Margot were convinced it would be a boy.
Their girls loved the warm weather and having access to a swimming pool. Where else could you swim in January and be warm? Both of them could dog-paddle now at Illya's instruction. They were fearless when it came to the water and he was teaching them to swim under water. Soon they would be swimming like they were born to it. Illya tossed out a pair of weighted rings into the deeper area of the children's pool, it was only 4 feet deep there and he stood with the water up to his waist. Even though they were wearing life jackets, Illya wanted to keep in easy reach if one of the girls got into trouble. "OK, my darlings, get them."
Squealing with delight, the girls dove for the rings. They loved this game and were getting quite good at it. "Mischa keep kicking, you're almost there." Her twin popped to the surface, laughing and floating there with a blue rubber ring in hand. "Good job Margot." She swam over and handed her father the ring. A few minutes later, Mischa came up with the other one. "Excellent! You're both doing very good. Again?" They both nodded their heads vigorously. "OK, last time," Illya said and he threw the rings in for them again. After this, they would dry off and get lunch and probably be ready for nap time.
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Date: 2019-01-13 03:53 am (UTC)"Lance would have loved joining you for that game," she murmured to Illya. The younger of their two dogs was fun-loving and just rambunctious enough to keep up with the pair of nearly-four-year-olds. "Are you sure you don't feel like staying longer and relaxing in the sun?" Her Russian husband was very pale, but gaining some color from the unrelenting heat and cloudless days at last. "It seems to do you good." And the food at the hotel was superb, so much so that no matter what she ate Sinthia had yet to experience morning sickness--after the amount of it she'd dealt with carrying the twins she was ecstatic.
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Date: 2019-01-13 04:46 am (UTC)"We could come back out and play some more after we eat and have a nap," he said, giving her a flirty smile. He put on his sun glasses stretched out his legs. His skin was looking considerably less pasty.
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Date: 2019-01-14 02:42 am (UTC)Not that she cared; she loved her husband and daughters more than she could fathom, and wouldn't give up Avi or Lance for anything. "Or while our two little darlings are napping we could play our own game," she suggested, voice quiet and flirty right back. She wasn't yet showing much this pregnancy, just a tiny mound where she was beginning to gain weight. "I saw some of the designs you were drawing for me. I like the tunic with stripes."
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Date: 2019-01-14 02:49 am (UTC)"Ah, as I thought, my wife is a telepath!" he chuckled. "You do? I'm glad you like it. What sort of game do you have in mind?" Illya whispered in her ear.