Page 47 of Til Death Do Us Part (Kornilov Bratva Duet 2)

“Nooooo,” I say back to him in the same tone of voice. “It won’t happen, but I will gladly watch.”

Molly narrows her eyes at me playfully and then shrugs. “Fine, but no making fun of us.”

“Never,” I say, making a cross over my heart.

Hannah’s joy seems to have dimmed since I arrived, and she glances over at me with narrowed eyes before she turns the music back on and continues singing.

I sit on the couch, and Theo practically hurls himself at me. He crawls into my lap and claps as his mom and Hannah sing another song. He even gets me to clap along, however reluctantly.

By the third song, I’m holding onto Theo’s hands and waving them in the air to the beat, and he is giggling and joining in with the words he remembers.

The moment feels impossible. More like a dream than reality.

But I smile and enjoy myself so much that I can almost completely ignore the sour looks Hannah throws my way, clearly still upset by the fight she witnessed a few days earlier.

I can focus on Molly and Theo and this moment for our family—a happy break in the chaos.

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