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A wide, warm smile spreads across Erik’s face when our eyes meet once more. “Ask me again.”
“I’m the Godmother,” I say softly. “I don’t ask. I command.”
“Command me,” he whispers.
“Marry me.”
“Yes.” Erik leans up and brings his face close. Our noses brush together and then his lips claim mine in a gently passionate kiss that sends my heart racing. Tingles of excitement shoot all up and down my body as a soft waking gurgle rises from the crib.
“I will marry you,” he murmurs against my lips. “I will be the best husband and father that I can be. And nothing will harm us ever again. I swear it.” He kisses me deeply.
“I love you,” I whisper against his lips.
“I love you too,” he replies.
Clara squeaks in her crib, gurgling softly and drawing smiles from both of us. Erik moves away from me and very gently lifts her out of her crib. I shift against the pillows to make myself more comfortable, and then Erik puts our tiny baby into my arms. He sits on the bed next to me, wraps an arm around my shoulders, and kisses the top of my head.
“Welcome to the world, Clara Remizova.” I beam down at her.
In an instant, she changes everything.
With her to protect, the Remizova clan will be a force to be reckoned with.
We’re back on top, exactly where we belong.