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“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He mutters between kisses.

“Fill me up, big man.”

As he gets to the stairs, I pat his back to stop him.

“Wait. Can we go put the ultrasound pictures on the refrigerator, next to the cute picture I put there of Hades?”

He chuckles softly and kisses my cheek. “Yes, pretty girl.”

Mmm, I smell coffee. I roll over and, as predicted, find Mikhail’s empty spot next to me. I climb out of bed and stretch with a yawn and do my usual morning routine, then grab one of Miki’s tops and put it on.

“Morning, handsome,” I call out as I jog down the stairs.

“In here, baby,” he yells back from the kitchen.

With a big grin on my face, I rush to him and slam my body against his for a cuddle.

Nestling against his chest, he strokes my hair and presses a kiss to the top of my head.

“I prefer waking up next to you, or with you inside me,” I murmur against him, feeling his cock grow through his jeans.

“Me too. But we have a umm, guest,” he whispers in my ear and I groan.

I know precisely who he means, and a fiery anger boils within me, making my heart pound.

“Get. Rid. Of. It.” I say and put my best fake smile on as I push away from him.

Turning to her, sitting on the fucking bar stool like she belongs here in her yet again tight black dress and a tit explosion.

Does she not realize Miki is an ass man? She’s barking up the wrong tree entirely.

And he’s mine.

“Morning,” I say to her and she scowls.

Kill her with kindness.

Or a blade through the throat would be my preferred option.

I don’t trust her. I don’t like her. And her grubby hands need to stay away from my baby daddy.

Miki opens up the refrigerator and her eyes go wide.

Ha. I bite back a laugh.

“What’s that?” She points to the door as he closes it.

“Don’t tell me Alexei and Lara are going to be littering the earth with his crazy genes.”

Is she fucking serious?

“There’s nothing wrong with Alexei or Lara. In fact, I hope one day they do have kids. They’d be cute as hell.” I step in front of Miki with a hand on my hip.

“Mikhail?”

“Fucking hell,” he mutters under his breath in annoyance.

“That’s our baby, Zoya.” Miki announces and places a protective hand on my waist, tugging me snug against his side.

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