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And in their eyes, I see the love they carry for me, and for both of our babies.
“Come on.” I say softly as I step away from her bed. “Let’s go.”
Nikolai reaches for me, his arms opening wide.
“We’ve got you, darling.” He promises. “Always. Forever.”
I nod my head, swallowing hard.
Mikhail stands beside me, his expression tender but protective.
“Nobody will ever harm our daughters.” He adds, his voice almost a vow. “Or you, beauty. Nikolai and I will always keep you all safe.”
I step into their embrace, sighing softly as I feel the familiar strength of their arms around me, and the unspoken bond that we share.
Together, we are whole.
Together, we are unstoppable.
We walk out of Anastasia’s bedroom, shutting the door behind us, as we make our way into our own room.
It’s where we belong, all three of us.
The soft lighting from the lamp on the nightstand casts a soft glow across the bed, and I’m suddenly overcome with a sense of peace.
We’ve been through so much now.
So. Much.
From the moment they took me, when I was more terrified of them than anything else, to the quiet, steady way they both taught me I was safe with them.
They’ve never threatened me.
They’ve only ever challenged me.
They’ve pushed me to see them—toreallysee them—for exactly who they are underneath all that danger and control.
And throughout it all, they’ve never let go of me, and I’ve never stopped choosing them.
Not when secrets were revealed that almost broke us completely, and not when the pressure of them both stepping into their roles as Pakhans of the Bratva became too overwhelming.
Now, we’ve created something even stronger; a family, built on love and trust, and the shared commitment to one another.
Our future has never looked brighter.
As we settle into our bed together, I pull the covers around us, feeling their warmth, and their love, surrounding me.
I lean my head against Nikolai’s chest, my hand resting on Mikhail’s arm.
The three of us share a quiet moment, letting the weight of the world fall away as we find peace in each other’s presence.
“I still can’t believe it’s like this for us.”
I whisper, my voice content.
Mikhail leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead, his lips warm against my skin.
“We never imagined it could be like this either, Chiara, but it’s perfect.”