Page 83 of The Bratva's Forbidden Pregnancy

“Please, let me see her,” he begged, pleading with his eyes. “You know I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t think it was important.”

I sighed and stepped away from the door. “Come in.”

“Thank you,” he said, walking in.

“Hey, babe, who was at the…door?” The slight pause came when Sienna turned in our direction.

The shock in her eyes was subtle, but it was there.

With his shoulders hunched, Andy approached her, reeking of remorse. “Hello, Sienna.”

She rose to her feet, looking at me. I nodded; then, she returned her gaze to him.

“I brought you these,” he said, holding out the bouquet with a faint smile. “I didn’t know what kinds of flowers you liked, so I asked them to mix up the best of the best.”

She hesitated, but eventually, she accepted it. “Thank you.”

I walked over to my wife and stood by her side as she watched him in silence.

“I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here,” he said softly. “So, I’ll just get right to it.” Andy let out a sigh. “First, I’d like to apologize for the pain I put you through, the trauma you must have suffered because of me. Kidnapping you and threatening to harm you and your baby was too extreme. You have my sincere apologies.”

She heaved a sigh, blinking back the tears in her eyes, and I slipped my hand into hers. “It’s okay. At least no life was lost,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

“Despite what I did, you still stood up for me. Thank you for saving my life, Sienna. If you hadn’t stopped Vlad when you did, I’d have been dead by now, so thank you.”

She nodded gently but didn’t say a word.

“The second reason I’m here is to ask a favor of you,” he said.

Sienna stole a glance at me, then said, “Ask away, Andy.”

“I recently just learned that you’re my late brother’s daughter—and the guilt of what I did to you has been eating me up since then. This means that you’re my niece, my blood.” He took gentle steps forward. “You’re the only living relative that I have now, Sienna. And I’m glad that Vlad showed up when he did and stopped me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”

For some reason, his words made her emotional, but she wouldn’t give in to the tears that welled her eyes.

“All I’m asking, Sienna, is your permission to be a proper uncle to you and to be a part of the baby’s life. I want to make up for the harm that I caused you,” he said, regret coloring his eyes.

She sniffled and managed to squeeze out a genuine smile. “Alright, Uncle Andy. I’d like that, too.”

“Really?” His eyes widened. Maybe he wasn’t expecting her to agree so easily.

“Really.” She nodded. “To be honest, I don’t blame you at all. It’s this life of violence that makes people do the unthinkable. But I’m way past that now. So, let’s bury whatever happened behind us and move on—start a new chapter in our lives, one that’s free of hate for one another, a chapter where we’re all united as a family.”

I’d never been more proud of my wife; her goodness and understanding was beyond my comprehension. She was such a gentle soul, so kind and thoughtful.

The world needed more people like her because her type would make it a better and safer place for all.

“That’s so kind of you,” he said, spreading his arms with a grin. “Can I hug you—with your permission, of course.” The last statement was thrown to me.

I scoffed and nodded; then, Sienna slipped into his embrace.

“Thank you for being different,” he said to her.

She smiled and exhaled softly.

“Alright, then,” he said, letting go of her. “I better be on my way. My job here is done.” He flashed her a grin and nodded at me before turning to leave.

“Uncle Andy,” she called.

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