Page 77 of Pregnant Bratva Prisoner

“I can never get used to this,” Kat says.

“Me either,” I say. “I just start smiling all over again whenever I see Kiril with Damien. He is the most amazing father.”

“He is. We are kind of lucky, aren’t we?”

“Very lucky indeed.”

She glances at her wrist, her gold Rolex glinting in the sun. “I think we had better get them out of the pool so that we can start serving lunch. You two have a flight to catch.”

“Is it that late already?”

“Darya,” she calls across the yard. “I’m going to have the chef serve now.”

Darya waves back and walks towards the pool. I watch her instructing the boys to get out.

The entire family makes their way onto the deck and sits around a large table. Warm chatter surrounds me and Kiril pulls my chair closer to his.

“I can’t wait to get away with you, little rabbit,” he murmurs.

I grin and slide my hand over his thigh under the table, resting my fingers on his crotch.

His lips curl at the corner. “You are insatiable. And naughty. You have to wait until we leave before you start this.”

“I am a Dubrov, Kiril. Dubrovs do whatever they want to.”

His laughter is so loud that everyone turns to look at us and I feel my cheeks flush pink.

“Get a room, guys.” Paval laughs across the table, reaching for the fresh rolls.

“We have, and we will be headed there very soon,” Kiril says.

My blush deepens and he kisses my forehead.

***

I hug my son tightly in my arms, kissing his chubby little cheeks. “Are you going to be a good boy for Kat?” I ask.

He grins at me and nods. I hate leaving him, but I know he loves spending time with his cousin. “We’ll be back on Monday morning,” I say. He starts wiggling in my arms, so I lower him to the ground and as soon as his feet are down, he bolts away to find Konstantin.

“He isn’t even going to miss us, is he?” Kiril pulls me close.

“I hope he doesn’t. I hope he’s too busy and having too much fun.”

Kat walks over to open the front door. “Alright, guys, get out of here. Go and have your own fun. Damian is going to have a blast and I promise you I will send messages and call before bedtime so that he can goodnight.”

We say goodbye to everyone and then head back home to get our things.

In no time at all we are stepping onto the private jet.

I snuggle into Kiril’s broad shoulder when we are seated on the jet. “I love weekends at the family holiday house,” I say. “It’s so nice to spend time on the beach.”

“Hawaii is still your favorite, isn’t it?” he asks. “We can go to any of the holiday homes. There’s still time to change your mind?”

“Hawaii is still my favorite. After all, it was where we had our honeymoon.”

“Well, then let’s go and relive that amazing holiday.” He grins, running his hands over my body.

I giggle and pull his face towards mine, locking him into a kiss.

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