Page 31 of The Bratva's Nanny

“Night, Daddy,” Sofia said.

Dmitry chuckled and crouched down at the side of the bed. “You should be asleep, little girl.”

Sofia giggled. “You always say good night.”

“That I do. Good night, my sweet angel.” He pressed a kiss to her head.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

“Can Alix be my new mommy?”

“Do you like Alix?” he asked.

“I love Alix. She is … everything.”

He smiled. “Then, yes, she can be your new mommy.”

“Can I call her Mommy?”

“If you would like to.”

Sofia yawned and then nodded her head. “I want to, very much.”

He was pleased that she didn’t think about her real mother. He hoped Sofia had absolutely no memories of the woman.

“Good night, Sofia.”

“Good night, Daddy.”

He stepped out of the bedroom and made his way downstairs. Alix was already in the dining room when he got there.

“Did Sofia fall asleep?” Alix asked.

“She’s getting there,” he said.

“The little devil pretended, didn’t she?”

Dmitry smiled but he knew it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “She wanted to say good night to me.”

“She will always wait up for you, Dmitry.”

He nodded.

“What’s the matter?”

“Sofia … she asked if you could be her new mommy.”

“Wow,” Alix said.

“I told her yes. She might call you Mommy tomorrow,” Dmitry said, taking a seat. In the back of his mind, he knew that niggling feeling, and he didn’t fucking like it.

“Call me Mommy? Don’t you think that’s … wrong?”

“No.”

“She had a mother, Dmitry.”

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