Page 68 of Tangled Souls

But they hated seeing me in pain. Kirill barked at the nurses. Maxim hounded the doctor. Huck fucking hacked into the security cameras to make sure we were safe. Baker stood like a sentry by my side.

It was adorable. And incredibly annoying.

Then that feeling melted away the moment Reign was born, and she was put on my chest, all wiggly limbs and lungs that wouldn’t quit. I thought I fell for my men pretty much at first sight, but that had nothing on the first glimpse I had of our daughter.

And then I fell in love with my men over and over again as I watched them fall head over heels for our queen in the making.

Out of nowhere, the weight in my arms is lifted which surprises the hell out of me. I pull the knife I have hidden between the cushions of the glider—just for now—and press the tip against a crotch. A crotch I know.

I can’t hide the grimace as I move the knife back to its hiding spot and look up to find Kirill. He’s looking down at me with amusement and a sparkle in his eyes that speaks of payback later. He’s cradling our daughter so damn carefully and it makes my heart flip in my chest.

When I look past him, I find Huck, Baker, and Maxim looking at me. Baker doesn’t even try to hide his grin. Huck has the decency to cover his mouth as his shoulders shake with silent glee. Maxim, the troublemaker, smirks.

“At least I didn’t cut him,” I defend myself.

My men laugh and I watch in awe, not just at the sound, but at the way they press closer to Reign. Even though it hasn’t been nearly enough time, I swear my ovaries give a little throb at the idea of letting them plant another baby in me.