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“I hope to make an excellent husband,” he said, stuffing the tests into the pocket of his shorts before he held my ass and started feasting on my breasts.

Only time would tell what kind of a husband he would become.

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I stood outside Rurik’s study because of the manner in which Rurik and Artyom were talking. I didn't understand a single word of the fast Russian exchange, but the tone was so serious that it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. When Rurik’s voice tapered off, I was about to knock on the door, but he sighed and said something to Artyom quietly, who replied in the same manner.

Artyom was, in general, the quieter of the trio, but he was stressed about something. The problem was that Artyom was the head of security, and I couldn't help but worry about whether there was a danger to us or our children. I lifted my hand and knocked on the door when their conversation ended.

When I entered the room, the tension was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. Artyom rapidly fired off a spate of Russian with his hand waving toward me. Rurik instantly snapped back at him angrily, but whatever he said, it was final.

“Da,” Artyom said grimly before giving me a tight smile and strode past me. That word I knew, it was yes.

“Is everything okay?” I asked Rurik, who stood up from behind his desk, to approach me.

“Yes—”

“I’m going to stop you right there,” I said, raising my hand. “We get married in a few days, and I don't intend to keep any secrets from you. You knew almost everything about me, and I explained my family situation to you. If there is anything that will impact us as a family, I should know.”

He looked weary and rolled his head to loosen his muscles.

“You’d better sit down for this,” he said.

I was not expecting him to tell me that after our honeymoon, he would meet a deadly Bratva boss who kidnapped his hacker friend. He explained the additional security measures for us and that Artyom had been trying to talk him out of it.

I eventually went around to sit on his lap. He was a good man, friend, and father—one I would happily support. He held onto me as we silently sat in his study. It didn't last very long when he hardened beneath me.

The man just couldn't help himself.

Chapter 23

Rurik

I stood at the altar, waiting for my children and bride to walk down the aisle. Akim was our translator, but Maksim and Artyom also stood by me. My parents sat at the front pew holding hands. My father spoke a little English, but my mother didn't. It had been endearing to watch my family with the twins despite the language barrier.

They hadn't hesitated to rip into me, and I was admonished for not knowing about the twins sooner. I remained quiet because I wasn't about to explain our situation to them. My parents would stay home with my men, Orla and the twins, while we went on our honeymoon. It all worked out in the end.

“I can't believe how cute the kids are. It makes me kinda broody,” Akim said while Maksim and Artyom snickered.

“Weddings,” Maksim said. “They get everyone emotional.”

“Da, today is the day for you and the nanny,” Artyom said with a smirk.

“Suka,” Maksim hissed at him, making the Bishop clear his throat, and Maksim awkwardly apologised to him.Bitch.

The music began, and my head snapped toward the open doors. The twins stepped into the cathedral but hesitated as they peered into the huge ornate hall and all the people inside it. I waved to them to get their attention, and they smiled before stepping inside.

I tried to blink my tears away as I saw my daughter in her stunning white dress that glittered at the edges and my son, who wore a suit similar to mine. They were running toward me when Tatiana remembered her flower petals and stopped to toss some in the air. Alexei turned back when he noticed Tatiana wasn't by his side. He went back to help her throw the flowers.

Orla and Mariya were next to step inside. I placed a hand over my stomach to ease the nauseous feeling. Akim nudged me, but I was rooted in place as Mariya lifted her head. She had chosen an off-white traditional dress with a long veil draping over her head. The veil was heavily embroidered at the edges and glittered under the light.

It had a square neckline with the same lace edging and design over the long dress. A glittering belt cinched in her waist while the skirt puffed out, but it was her face that shone with happiness as she watched our children that made my heart race. Orla held her arm and walked her down the aisle which seemed appropriate given she had been with her since our children were born. She was more like family, as were my men.

When she looked away from Alexei and Tatiana to look for me at the altar, her face softened as our eyes met. A sudden flashback to when I first approached her at the bar hit me. It was a rare occurrence for me to hit on a woman, especially at a bar, but to see her working on studying market conditions and some decent stock options had intrigued me.

I never thought a chance one-night stand would lead to babies and marriage. My eyes dropped to her breasts, and I held my breath, imagining our third child who would be with us in eight short months.

Yes, my wife was fucking perfect in every way possible.