Page 63 of A Maid for the Bratva Boss
"When do you want to get married?" I asked.
"I don't know. Spring?" she yawned.
"Too long."
"Olek, really?"
"New Year's Eve." I decided. "We'll get married on New Year's Eve. Start the new year as husband and wife."
"That's a week away."
"I can make it happen."
"Of course you can." But she was smiling. "Okay. New Year's Eve."
"You won't regret it."
"I know." She turned her face up for a kiss. "I love you."
"I love you too." I rested my hand over hers on her stomach. "Both of you."
Zara looked over from the dollhouse. "Olek, can Mila stay forever?"
"Not forever. But she'll visit a lot."
"Good." Zara went back to playing.
Mila beamed.
Katrina's breathing had evened out, she'd fallen asleep in my arms, exhausted from growing our baby. I held her carefully and watched the girls play and the snowfall. Complete and total peace.
Marcus was dead. Adrienne was handled. Katrina was mine. Our baby was safe. The girls were content. This was my family now, and I always protected what was mine. I closed my eyes and let myself drift, holding the woman who'd become my entire world. The contract was long forgotten, burned along with everything else from before.
This wasn't about agreements or terms or negotiations anymore. This was love. And I was never letting it go.
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