This chapter goes back into the past a bit.. Next chapter prepare for serious action. It’s coming.
Also, next chapter might go a bit more in depth as to why Maksyl broke up all those years ago… Yeah, it definitely will.
I hope you all love this chapter just as much as you liked the last one!
Meryl Davis couldn’t sleep that night; she was far too preoccupied with the complete mess she’d gotten herself into.
It was three o’clock in the morning and her flight was in four hours.
She slid out of her otherwise empty bed and quietly padded downstairs to her kitchen. Upon hearing heavy snoring from the living room, Meryl paused and glanced in the doorway.
From where she was standing, she could just distinguish Fedor’s figure as he slept on their couch.
Yes, Fedor had been upset at the sudden news of her return to ‘Dancing with the Stars’.
He had been so upset, in fact, that he’d absolutely refused to sleep in the same bed as Meryl. Apparently, even when it was going to be their last night together (quite possibly) for the next three months, he was more interested in preserving his pride than bidding his fiancée a sweet goodbye.
Meryl rubbed her bleary eyes and continued on her mission.
The kitchen’s linoleum tiles felt cool against the bottoms of her bare feet and she gladly welcomed the sensation—it was a temporary reprieve from her own inner turmoil.
Nevertheless, the tiny remission lasted only a moment before her previous train of thought ran her over again.
“Miss Davis, you have already given your final answer on the matter. Reservations have already been made at your local airport for you, just as they have been made at Embassy Hotel a few miles away from the studio. I apologize, but there is nothing we can do now. You are dancing on this season.”
Hours earlier, upon finding out that Maksim fricking Chmerkovskiy was going to be a judge on this season, Meryl had tried to call the studio back.
She wanted out.
Nevertheless, she had already given her final answer and the studio had quickly acted on her word.
The fricking producers probably knew that she’d had no idea about the judging situation and took advantage while they could.
“Please, Elizabeth, you don’t understand,” a positively frantic Meryl had tried to appeal to the woman on the other end one last time.
She shuddered, trying to shake the call out of her mind entirely.
She drew closer to the wooden cabinets that lined the bright yellow kitchen walls. She’d never been much of a midnight snacker before, but she was definitely craving some chocolate now.
She needed something positive in her life after that bombshell had been dropped.
“Miss Davis, there is nothing I can do. I sincerely hope that you will find some level of comfort in the fact that Mr. Maksim Chmerkovskiy has been cleared by our producers. He passed our mandatorily-administered ethics exam with flying colors, as well as all the rest of the gruesome steps and qualifications required to become a judge on this particular show. Regardless of his personal ties or grudges, I assure you: Mr. Chmerkovskiy will be a fair judge throughout the duration of the season.”
Meryl swung the cabinet door open a bit too ferociously.
It cracked against the kitchen wall with a loud bang.
She jumped, waiting to see if she’d managed to wake Fedor up. A moment of silence passed before his next ear-splitting snore.
Meryl, while usually annoyed at such a snore, sighed in relief. The last thing she wanted to deal with right now was an already-aggravated Fedor berating her for waking him up at three o’clock in the morning.
She removed the grandiose jar of Nutella from her cabinet and sat herself at the linoleum island in the center of her kitchen.
She gulped down the first mouthful of the hazelnut spread quickly, the other spoonfuls following close behind.
From outside in the hall, her antique grandfather clock chimed four times.
Maybe it was due to the day’s events, or maybe it was because she was absolutely exhausted, but that sound was all it took. All at once her mind slammed a memory from long ago—much further back than even Fedor’s return into her life—into her head.
“And one day, MerBear, we’ll be living together. And we’ll have a giant comfortable couch in front of an enormous flat screen tv. We’ll have a classy in-ground pool for summers and a hot tub for cold winters,” he said, pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.
“Oh, of course. We want to be classy at all times. Anything else, oh wise one?” She teased, giggling.
“We should get a giant grandfather clock that rings every hour on the hour,” he paused, eagerly awaiting her to question his motive.
“And why is that?” She played along, quirking an amused eyebrow.
“So I’ll never be able to let an hour go by without telling you that I love you. I’m going to make sure you’ll know exactly how much I adore you every hour of every day,” he explained.
Meryl grinned, standing on her tiptoes to press a loving kiss to his lips.
“Like I’ve always said, you’re such a teddy bear,” she quipped.
“Oh, shut up,” he rolled his eyes playfully, the corners of his lips tugging upwards.
“Make me,” she challenged, shooting him a wink.
“Your wish is my command,” he encircled her waist in his arms at once and pressed a sweet kiss to her lips.
The metal spoon clattered against the countertop as Meryl tried to wipe the tears away from her eyes.
She clenched her eyes shut, willing the painful memories away.
“I love you, Meryl Davis,” he murmured breathlessly against her lips.
“And I love you, Maksim Chmerkovskiy,” she whispered back.
Meryl slowly let her head fall down into her arms and allowed the endless sobs to wrack through her body.