You guys are AWESOME! I orginally had this as one story, but I split it up, so you lucky readers get a twofer! Also, the italic part is a flashback.
Swedish Vocabulary
gråt inte= don't cry
Finnish Vocabulary
Minä rakastan sinua, mieheni = I love you, my husband
Something's wrong. He's never this late…"B-Berwald…where are you?" I whimpered from my seat at the kitchen table, looking at the clock on the wall, counting away the minutes.
I've been less reluctant…ever since that night I realized I loved my self-proclaimed husband. I let him touch me. Hold me. Kiss me…without resilience or even a whimper. I even let my hand gravitate to his in expectation of it getting grabbed. I put myself into positions to have him caress my body…I offered myself at night to him, all because I wanted to let him know I loved him…without actually having to man up and say those three words.
"T'no…s'mth'n wr'ng?" He said softly.
"Hmm…o-oh Sve! No, everything's fine!" I replied cheerfully. "U-umu…I made you your lunch." I said, holding out the lunchbox. He took it with a grunt and kissed my forehead before going off to work. Once the door closed, I said those words. "I love you, Berwald."
I heard the door open and dashed for him quickly, throwing myself at him, tears pouring down my cheeks. "Oof…" He grunted and held me close. "T'no…T'no…gråt inte. 'm h'me…" He whispered, his fingers running though my hair.
Moron…jerk…I thought you LEFT me! "D-don't worry me like that, Sve!" I whimpered. He knelt down and began kissing away my tears. Jerk…I should push you away…make you sleep out in the cold…but…but I won't…I love you far too much…
I shook as I began to serve the borsch…lucky me…I don't have to fix him a lunch for a while now. It's a good thing he likes this soup and that it's getting cold enough for it. I sat down at my seat and tried not to look at him…it hurt…a lot.
"Y-you jerk!" I shouted. He's is SO going to get it!
"'m s'rry," He said softly. Oh no 'sorry' won't cut it this time, Mister.
"No…no you're not!" I stood up. "Fifteen minutes? You're not even a second late…never…always on time…" My sentences were not forming properly and tears began to swell in my eyes again.
"Wh' d' y'u c're? Y'u d'n't l've m'..." He said.
W-what…w-well sure it was true…but not anymore…oh Berwald…you…you…
I slapped him, I slapped him hard! "YOU MORON! I DO CARE A-AND I DO LOVE YOU!" His eyes were the size of dinner plates.
"Y-Y'u l've m'?" He asked.
"Yes…I love you. I've loved you for a long time…but…I just realized it a few nights ago…SO DON'T BE A JERK NOW AND PULL STUNTS LIKE THAT!" I said shaking. It was good to finally let him know. I guess…my non-verbal gestures were not coming across…oh Sve…you of all people should've realized this.
"T'no…" He whispered pulling me into his lap. He buried his nose in my hair and smiled…wait…smiled? B-Berwald…I love you…
I laid in his arms on the couch, our dinner eaten, and he was now playing with my hair. It was quiet…but I liked it…it was perfect…how everything should be. Minä rakastan sinua, mieheni.
If my Swedish or Finnish is off please tell me, because online translators tend to stink.