Page 84 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

I smile and sit beside Asher with Igor to my right as the servants bring out the food.

“Where are the kids?” I ask curiously.

“With the nannies at Mama Milov. This was going to be chaotic enough,” Hannah says with a smile.

“Your poor mother,” I say. “All seven babies at one.”

“She doesn’t mind, she loves it.” Kervyn smiles. “And according to her, she’s your mama now, too.”

I smile softly.

We all ate our lunch, and Igor explained each dish to me while Luka mocked my pronunciation of Russian words. It’s all a wonderful feeling.

When the food is done, Igor stands. “Thank you for the hospitality, Kervyn. If I may, I’d like to take my wife home now.”

“If that’s what she wants,” Kervyn says, looking at me.

“That’s exactly what I want,” I smile, getting up. We all hug, say our goodbyes, and promise to get together for lunch ASAP.

I get into one car with Igor while Matvey and Yvonne get into another vehicle. Once we’re in traffic, I shift up against him and pull his arm over my shoulders.

“Hmm, I missed having you in my arms,” he murmurs.

I smile and trace a circle on his chest. “This doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven you,” I look up at him as I speak. “What you did was terrible.”

“I know, I’m so sorry.” He leans down and gently kisses my lips. “I would do anything to be with you. I was so scared I was going to lose you.”

“You must always be honest with me, Igor.” I look at him sternly. “Promise me!”

“I promise always to be honest with you. To take care of you and our children and to always love you as though my next breath is my last. How’s that?”

“Hmm, very romantic.” I smile. “Very clever.”

“I thought of it all myself,” he says, kissing me deeply.

Chapter 28 - Igor

I check my watch again, tapping my foot. “We’re going to be late,” I call.

“We’re fine,” Arina calls back from upstairs.

Matvey walks in from outside. “What’s taking so long?”

“She didn’t like how I dressed Peter,” I groan. “And she’s trying to find him something cute to wear.”

“He’s five months old. I don’t think he cares what he’s wearing,” Matvey moans. “Jesus.” He walks out again, and I look at my watch.

“Love, we need to go. Before we annoy your brothers.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” she says as she hurries downstairs.

“What is he wearing?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“It’s a little sailor's outfit. Penny got it for him.” She smiles and kisses me. “Do you have his kit bag packed for his night at his grandmother's?”

“Yes, it's in the car. Can we go?” I nudge her from behind.

“You’re so worried about being late. Kervyn doesn’t worry if we’re late.” She walks outside and climbs into the car.

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