Page 63 of The Bratva Bosses' Surrogate

Maxym, holding our daughter gently, looks thoughtful. “We should choose something strong, something meaningful.”

Ivan nods. “It should represent her heritage, our strength as a family.”

Viktor, ever the joker, suggests, “How about ‘Victoria’? After the most charming of her fathers?”

We all laugh, but the suggestion sparks a series of ideas, each name carrying its own weight, its own story.

Finally, it’s as if the answer comes to us all at once, a name that seems to have been waiting for us to find it.

“Elena,” I say, the name rolling off my tongue like a whispered promise. “It means ‘bright, shining light.’ Perfect for the girl who has brought so much light into our lives.”

Maxym’s eyes meet mine, and I see the agreement there, the same warmth I feel whenever I think of our future together. “Elena,” he repeats, his voice firm yet tender. “A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Ivan and Viktor nod in approval, the former adding, “Elena, the light of our lives.”

As our laughter fills the room, mingling with the soft coos of our daughter, I’m struck by the beauty of our patched-together family. It’s unconventional, unexpected, and a little chaotic. But it’s ours, filled with love, laughter, and a bond that nothing can break.

In this moment, with tears of laughter on my cheeks and surrounded by the three men I love, I know I’m exactly where I belong. No goodbyes, just a future filled with all the love and laughter we can handle—and then some.

THE END

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