Page 111 of The Mistake

Charlottepanted and the doctor told her to give one more final push.

I held the love of my life as she squeezed my hands. I was tempted the next time I had to punish someone, to use my wife, because she had a fucking death grip on her.

Then I heard that precioussound. The opening of lungs. The childish scream that said our baby was alive.

She collapsed against me.

The doctors took our child, and I watched and waited, and then one of the nurses brought over a baby, swaddled in pink. We had a daughter.

She was placed in my wife’s arms, and as I looked over her shoulder, I knew I loved this child just as much as I loved my others.

Charlotte leaned back and I stared into her eyes. I loved my children, but none of themcompared to this woman.

I’d not wanted to be married. I’d not wanted Charlotte, but Ivan Volkov had been right to force me. He’d given me my territory and a woman to love. Even as I hated that fucking bastard, I was also grateful to him.

My life was complete.

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