Page 73 of Secret Bratva Twins

“Birthdays,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing lightly against my cheek. “Christmas mornings. Family dinners. All ofit. I want every celebration, every ordinary day, with you and the kids.”

His words sink into me, warming every corner of my heart. “You make it sound so easy,” I whisper, my voice trembling with the weight of everything I feel for him.

“It is easy,” he replies, his hands moving to my waist, grounding me. “With you, it’s easy.”

I laugh softly, shaking my head. “You say that now. Wait until the puppy chews up your shoes.”

He grins, the rare, boyish expression lighting up his face. “Then I’ll buy more shoes.”

I roll my eyes, but the smile tugging at my lips betrays me. “You’re impossible.”

“You love it,” he counters, his tone teasing but confident.

I can’t argue with him—not anymore. “I do,” I admit softly, the words falling between us like a promise.

He leans down, his lips brushing against mine again, this time slower, savoring. His hands trace the curve of my back, pulling me flush against him, and I melt into the kiss, letting go of every doubt, every fear I’ve held on to for so long.

When we finally break apart, his hand slips into mine, his fingers intertwining with mine as if they belong there. “Come upstairs with me,” he says, his voice low and intimate.

I hesitate for only a moment, glancing toward the sound of the twins’ laughter echoing from the other room. “They’ll be fine with Katya for a little while,” he reassures me, sensing my worry.

I nod, letting him guide me up the stairs to our room. The door clicks softly behind us, and the quiet settles over us like a warm blanket. He turns to me, his eyes searching mine, and the weight of the moment presses against my chest.

“You’ve given me everything, Chiara,” he says, his voice steady and raw. “The family I didn’t know I needed. A reason to look forward to tomorrow. I’m never letting that go.”

Tears prick at my eyes, and I step closer, wrapping my arms around him. “You gave me that too,” I whisper. “I didn’t know I could have this. Not with you. Not with anyone.”

His arms tighten around me, and for a while, we simply hold each other, the silence between us speaking louder than words. When he leans down to kiss me again, it’s slow, tender, and filled with every unspoken promise we’ve made to each other.

Later, we lie tangled together, the moonlight streaming through the curtains casting silver patterns across the bed. Serge’s hand trails absentmindedly along my arm as I rest my head on his chest, the steady rise and fall of his breathing lulling me into a sense of peace I haven’t felt in years.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask softly, tracing small circles on his skin.

He pauses, his fingers brushing against mine. “The future,” he admits. “What it’ll look like. How I’ll make it better for all of us.”

I lift my head to look at him, his sharp features softened in the pale light. “You don’t have to do it alone,” I say, my voice firm. “We’ll figure it out together.”

His lips curve into a small smile, and he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Together,” he echoes.

For the first time, the weight of the past feels lighter, the uncertainty of the future less daunting. With Serge by my side, and the twins filling our home with their laughter, I know we’ll face whatever comes next.

This is our happily ever after.

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