Page 151 of Voracious

I nod, again.

Unhappy with my distraction, she climbs up with one foot on each of my thighs and holds my face with both hands. Her voice is more forceful as she repeats, “Vanya play ‘gain.”

It’s not a question because she nods like a bobblehead, like she’s trying to convince me this isn’t a dream.

“Ask her to play with you when she comes home.”

“Mwah,” she puckers her lips and I lean forward. Her giggle is cute as fuck when I kiss the tip of her nose and she turns her head to look out of the window with me as she babbles, “Vanya birdday.”

“Birth-day,” I softly correct, straightening her dress out. “Yeah, it’s Vanya’s birthday.”

“Give presents?” She quickly looks up and I nod.

“Yeah we’ll give her birthday presents,” I whisper, my heart fucking aching in fear of the last time I was in this position. I’ve missed every single one of her birthdays, but unlike the very first one, I haven’t stolen to get her them. There may be more blood on my hands and I’ve aged, but my happy baby girl is going to have her cake.

My grumpy baby girl hums to herself, “Vanya birdday, give presents, then play.”

Her cuteness dims a little when she becomes a traitor and mentions the motherfucker.

“Play with Vanya and uncy Dima.”

“No,” I correct, causing Verena to scowl up at me. “You can play with Vanya but not Uncle Dima, he’s smelly and he needs to fuck off.”

She slaps her hand against my mouth and I hate that Inessa has taught her not to curse. “Bad words, Papa.”

I pretend to eat her hand and she giggles straight away, twisting to get away from me while I catch her so she doesn’t hit her head.

“Who’s better?” I ask. “Me or shitty Dima?”

“Papa!” she giggles louder.

“Exactly,” I blow a raspberry on her neck, “call him shitty Dima from now on.”

I keep tickling her until she proves she’s her mother’s daughter and slaps out at me. Her palm strikes directly over my ear, distorting sound. So, I lift her to stand back on my thighs and rub my ear while she slowly twirls from side to side. The dancing abruptly stops and she tries to crawl down but I stop her.

Verena’s eyes are huge and filled with excitement as she loses her grumpiness and squeals, “Vanya here!”

She brings her hand up, pointing out of the window where that fucking cunt parks and Dima has a stupid fucking smile on his ugly ass face as he rounds the car. I need to find a way to kill him that won’t piss off the women in my life since Inessa has agreed with my daughter. Even the toddler sliding off me likes the cunt, he’s taken both of my fucking daughters and my wife. Dickhead.

I stand while my youngest daughter hums his fucking name.

“Uncy Dima play.”

Verena grabs my hand, pulling me with her.

“No, he’s going in the stables.”

“Be horsey?” she asks as I lift her into my arms, then kiss her cheek in thanks for the idea.

“Or the lake, I haven’t decided yet, malen’kaya zvezdva.”

She gets excited and slaps her hand against my cheek so I look at her. “Me go swimming with Dima?”

Both of them are obsessed with him and when our unborn child is here, I’m going to make them hate him so I have someone on my side. Lifting Verena higher, I kiss her cheek and whisper, “Do you want to slap shitty Dima?”

She shakes her head and her face is set in hard lines as she reprimands me. “No nice, Papa.”

Well, your Uncle fucking Dima isn’t nice.

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