Page 110 of Sexting my Bratva Daddies

“I wish I could have met her.” I leaned into his chest and swayed until he moved with me. “I love you.”

He released my hands and swallowed me in a hug. “I love you and our son, and this child you’re carrying. I have never wanted anything the way I want to have a life with you.”

My vision went blurry. I blinked hard and forced air into my lungs.

“No.” Misha pressed his palm to my jaw, bringing my head back around. “Don’t look away.”

“I’m trying not to cry.”

“You can cry.” He said it so plainly, even more tears prickled.

“I don’t want to.” But the tears came anyway.

The four of us stood together with the smell of burned hot dogs lingering in the air and my future here in my arms.

This was what I had almost given up, what I had convinced myself I could survive without.

I had for a while, but it had not been nearly as fulfilling as having them in my and Luka’s lives.

I’d learned to protect myself and Luka from the threats that might come our way. Our love was worth it. They were all worth it.