Page 42 of The Stowaway

“I don't care,” she said as she put her hand on my chest.

“You feed him and I will change him, Kitten. I want your body to heal so we can work on our daughter next,” I said with a smile against her forehead before I kissed her.

Her hand moved away from my chest, and I felt her rub her stomach.

“It feels so strange that he is out,” she said with sadness tingeing her voice.

I frowned momentarily.

“I told you that I would give you as many children as you wanted, Kitten.”

“I love him so much. I don't understand how my mother could have been so—hateful,” she whispered.

“It wasn't you, Kitten. She would have been like that with any child, she is an evil hag of a woman, and you don't need to worry about her,” I said before making a mental note to make the old bitch suffer some more in the asylum that I’d placed her in.

“If she wasn't such an evil hag, we would never have met,” I said, stroking her back. “You would have married some cockney bastard from Essex.”

She laughed and softly kissed my chest.

“I love you, Ivan Maslow, and I want to have all your babies.”

I kissed the top of her head. Inhaling the floral shampoo she had used in the hospital this morning.

“I love you, too, my dirty little Kitten. I will always give you what you need.”

“Except for when I run up a staircase,” she grumbled.

“Except for when you put yourself in harm's way,” I said, correcting her.

We drifted off to sleep shortly after that. We were working around Lev’s routine now, and it wouldn't be long before he needed another feed.

Chapter 18

Amelia

My heart overflowed with love each time I held or fed Lev. Ivan was just as fascinated, or it could be my boobs. It was an equal toss-up between the two. He had Ivan’s dark hair and eyes, but I could see hints of myself on his face at times. He kept changing and growing. I hoped he didn't grow up too quickly.

“Eleven,” Ivan said suddenly.

When I glanced at him, his eyes were on Lev’s little rosebud mouth as he sucked away on my nipple.

“Sorry, what?”

“It’s my lucky number,” he said, kissing Lev’s cheek.

“Oh-kay,” I said slowly.

Perhaps he hadn't been getting enough sleep. For the last month, we have had a great routine. He only spent a few days in London, and he managed to do most of his work from home.

“We should have eleven children,” he said as he lifted his head.

I did some quick calculations and factored recovery times in.

“You would be in your fifties by then.”

“I keep myself fit,” he said defensively.

“I’m always going to be your younger woman,” I said with a smirk.

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