Page 72 of Always Salty

Which I’d been totally okay with, even though Brecken hadn’t been able to drink because she was pregnant, right along with Milena.

The two of them were two months apart and would have kids very close in age.

Which reminded me of my own vow of never having children.

“How do you make sure that they stay safe?” I asked.

It was Nastya who answered. “You’ve met their fathers, right?”

When she put it like that…

“Cutter would literally kill anyone and everyone if it kept our child safe,” Milena said softly, her eyes meeting mine.

Something passed between us, a knowledge that we’d both suffered the unthinkable.

Honestly, we were both doing very well considering, but she seemed to be handling the kid part better than me.

And nothing against my brother, but Dima was the way scarier of the two.

I knew that Cutter wouldn’t hesitate to harm or even kill someone if he had to, but Dima just had this, I guess you could say, air about him. Like he could and would kill you even if you breathed wrong. And god help them if they breathed wrong around me.

If we had a child…whew.

“Okay,” I said. “He’d said as much…and I’d been thinking as much…but when you put it like that, I guess it makes me realize that it’s not just Dima and me that would be watching out for a child if it came down to it.”

“Are you already at that point in your relationship that you are thinking about children?” Milena asked, her eyes sparkling.

“I can’t say that what we’re doing is making any sort of sense, but I do know that he means the world to me, and I don’t see this going anywhere but in the right direction,” I admitted.

I wasn’t sure how I knew that.

I just did, down deep in my heart.

I knew that this was it for me. That he was it for me.

That…

My phone chimed, indicating an incoming message.

Dima:

Spoke too soon. This is gonna take longer than three hours. Place the order, baby girl. Shasha’s going to pick it up. He’s close.

I placed the order.

And when Shasha arrived with it, I was only slightly disappointed.

Brecken moved to take the bags from him and give him a solid kiss on the cheek.

“Can’t stay long because the babysitter we hired for the night says that one of our kids is puking.” Shasha sighed.

“Hope it’s not mine.” Maven groaned, but made no move to get up, fully trusting her brother to handle it.

Maven was the quietest of the bunch, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t participating like her sisters.

I adored them all, and I was glad that they were all so nice and welcoming.

“Oh,” I said. “I have some Zofran that you can give them.”

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