Page 62 of Pregnant By the Russian Pakhan
He smiled. “You mean babies.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “My obstetrician—”
“Never told you that you were pregnant with twins because evidently it didn’t show up on the scans before. Not sure why.” he told her.
“Hmm. Well, where are they?”
“ Sarah and Madame Pruitt are with them. The doctors are examining them to make sure we have nothing to worry about.”
The door opened just then and Madame Pruitt and Sarah bustled in, both cooing over the precious bundles in their arms and talking excitedly.
Mira’s heart turned over in her chest as she immediately held out her hands for her babies. “Give them to me,” she cried, so excited she could hardly stay still. They were the most beautiful and delightful creatures ever created, she thought as Madam Pruitt handed over her own bundle to Mira.
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Summer and Dean Nikolai were the most precocious set of twins on earth, Mira decided a few months later as she rolled on the rug in the living room with her twins. They had now started to crawl and they had an uncanny habit of getting into everything. When they weren’t sleeping, she could have sworn they were moving at ninety miles per hour.
“Dean, no,” she called as he headed on all fours for the three-tiered wedding anniversary cake Momma had baked especially for Mira and Mikhail. They had invited friends over, and if anything happened to the cake right now, they would be hard-pressed to find an alternative at such short notice.
Dean looked over his shoulder at the sound of her voice and chortled mischievously. His twin sister took advantage of Mira’s distraction to head for the door connecting the living room and the corridors.
Vlad scooped her up in his powerful hands, laughing as he returned to the living room with the wriggling bundle in his arms. Mira caught Dean and redirected him toward the center rug in the living room. He always seemed to enjoy attacking it like a little tiger. As soon as she deposited him on the soft, down rug, he promptly began to attack the rug.
Mira grinned, watching her son’s antics and feeling her heart swell with love and wonder inside of her.
“I think these two have a modus operandi,” Vlad told Mira laughingly. “Dean handles the job of distracting anyone in the vicinity while Summer makes a run for it. At this rate, we know who will be driving the getaway car when they become rebellious teens.”
Mikhail rolled his eyes, looking up from the gifts he was wrapping. “Their doting father would never let any of them so much as put one toe out of line. The irony.”
It was true. Mikhail had undergone such a tremendous change since becoming a father. As a matter of fact, he had changed so much that if Mira hadn’t seen it with her own eyes, she was positive she wouldn’t have believed it.
He positively doted on her and catered to her every whim like a starstruck lover. His mafia family was still one of the most feared in all of Chicago, but he was the most carefree and happy individual when he was with her and the kids. Plus, Mira had heard a few murmurings that he was a lot more forgiving of offenses than he used to be in the past.
It was a good thing all around, she thought, but somewhat dangerous for a mafia lord. Mira looked at Mikhail. “Madame Pruitt has insisted that we have to renew our wedding vows to mark today’s anniversary. That means we have to get this show on the road fast; the guests are already waiting for us.”
He looked as delightfully confused as most men tended to be when matters like parties and events were being discussed.
“Where do you want me?” he asked innocently.
Mira’s eyes gleamed with mischievous delight as she sidled up to him and whispered naughtily, “If it were up to me, on top of me.”
His eyes kindled immediately with raw fire and he wrapped one hand about her waist as he dragged her against his tall frame and stared into her eyes with one of those soulful, drowning looks he did so well.
“Well, now you mention it, I think I can help with that,” he said in a smoky, husky voice that made her nipples erect beneath the soft material of her dress.
“The twins—” she protested.
“Will be very happy to run circles around Uncle Vlad for a while,” he assured her.
Their eyes went to where Vlad, still clutching Summer in his hands, was chasing down Dean’s wiggling, diaper-clad butt as it disappeared around a door.
“My children understood the assignment,” Mikhail laughed proudly as he took her lips in a slow, drugging kiss that tantalized her senses and made her want to tear off his shirt.
Mikhail gave her temple one last kiss and whispered against her skin for her ears only, “I love you, Mira.”
All is right with my world, Mira thought as she sent a mental thank-you to the fates for coming through for them all.
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THE END
