Page 105 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

Alexei walks up behind me, not daring to make a sound.

He peeks over my shoulder. Leaning close to my ear, he whispers, “You did it. She actually fell asleep.”

I giggle softly, and when he reaches over my shoulder to touch her rosy little cheek, I shake my head and glare at him. “Don’t you dare,” I whisper with a smile. She has just fallen asleep. I am not risking her waking up again.

He grins.

I nudge him away with my butt and carry our daughter through to her crib, placing her gently down and tucking the blanket around her body. I look down at her for a moment to make sure the movement didn’t wake her. She’s breathing calmly, drifting off in a sweet dream.

I nod, satisfied.

Then I back away slowly.

She is a terrible sleeper. I really mean it. She wakes up at the slightest noise and refuses to sleep all the way through the night.

She seems to hate sleeping.

Alexei’s brothers told me that she gets that from her father, who used to climb out of his cot at night and run riot through the house while everyone else was sleeping. They would find him the next morning covered in food or paint or sand from the pot plants. He was apparently a little terror, and it seems our daughter has her father’s wild spirit.

I close the door as softly as I can. The baby monitor in the living room will alert me if she wakes up.

Alexei is right there when I turn away from the door. I grin, letting out a sigh of relief. “I really hope she sleeps at least an hour, or we are going to have one very grumpy and overtired baby girl on our hands later.”

He pulls me into a hug.

“You are the most amazing mom, Clara. Did I tell you that today?” He nuzzles his face into my neck, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

“You told me, but only once. You know I like to be reminded more often than that.”

He chuckles. “You are amazing. You are beautiful. You are the most—"

“Oh, don’t try and butter me up. If she wakes up, it’s your turn. You aren’t getting out of that one,” I giggle.

“You know I love putting her to sleep. I love doing anything and everything she needs.”

I grin at him. Reaching up, I trace my fingers over his jawline, defined and shadowed with stubble. He is the sexiest man in the world, and he is mine. He will always be mine. I still can’t believe it sometimes. What are the chances of me being that lucky?

“You’re gorgeous, Alexei,” I whisper, standing up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

He wraps his arm tighter around my waist, lifting me off my feet, his lips pressed hard against mine.

Our kiss becomes more passionate and he carries me away from the door so that we don’t end up making too much noise and waking the sleeping little monster.

Just as he is about to push me onto the couch, my cell phone rings loudly, and we both leap up and run towards it in panic.

“I forgot to put it on silent,” I say in horror.

He’s laughing, having managed to swipe to answer the call and silence the noise.

He hands me the phone. “It’s your uncle,” he mouths.

I press it to my ear. Uncle Giorgio is already talking.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Uncle Giorgio repeats.

“I’m here. Hi,” I say with laughter still on my lips as I look over towards Alexei.

“Hi, how are you guys? How is my little angel?” he asks warmly.

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