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Which brought Viktor’s attention to Dimitri. He was sitting in the chair over in the corner, Becca sound asleep in his lap. Asleep in the middle of the day. She’d either been up really late or was potentially pregnant as well. Hell, they might soon all be saddled with more nieces and nephews than any of them were prepared for.

His mama was right.

God would get even with them for all the shit trouble they caused their mother growing up by cursing them with girls.

Guns, knives—hell, any weapon would do if it kept the pecker-heads at bay.

The judge entered the small courtroom a few minutes later, looking like he’d rather be on his way home. Viktor’s lip curled in disgust, but he took a seat by Sara, Delia in his lap.

The court reporter came in, and the case was announced. Well, it wasn’t really a case, more a paper that just needed a signature.

The judge took a moment to read over the paperwork in front of him. The family behind Viktor all shifted nervously. They were as eager to get this over and done with as he was.

“Are all the parties present in this matter?”

Their attorney stood. “Yes, Your Honor.”

The judge looked at Viktor and then Sara. “Mr. Kincaid, it is your request to adopt the child and become her legal parent.”

“He’s the only daddy I want.” Delia looked fierce when she looked at the judge, and his face softened.

“Is that so, little one?”

Delia nodded, clinging to Viktor, who finally answered the judge. “She’s already mine. I just need the paperwork to prove it.”

A ghost of a smile crossed the judge’s face. “I have three adopted daughters myself. I hope you know what you’re getting into.” He picked up his pen and signed the document. “Good luck to you and your family, sir.”

After that, there were congratulations all around. The rest of the family took off for Saul’s, but Viktor lingered a moment with his girls.

“You’re both legally mine now.” He swooped in and kissed his wife, Delia giggling between them.

“You happy with that,malyshka?”

“Da,” she said, mimicking the men’s Russian accent perfectly. They were slowly teaching her and Mateo Russian while they all learned Spanish, Mateo’s first language. It was hard, but they were doing it because they loved him. The kid was getting better, especially with Delia’s help, but that dead look still came back into his eyes sometimes. Thank God for Delia. She always managed to chase it away.

Thank God for Mateo too. They were in the same class at school, and he’d stopped an older boy from bullying her. Kid even taught her to throw a punch right then and there. He’d warned them both that day to never start a fight, but never back away from one either. Mateo was adamant Delia know how to throw a punch. He said he might not always be there, and she needed to learn to protect herself.

All the Kincaid men agreed. Any daughter of theirs would be able to fight as well as, if not better than, the boys. God help them all.

Sara rubbed at her back. Viktor frowned. He shouldn’t be lingering. His woman needed to sit. He picked up the manila folder that contained Delia’s adoption paperwork and walked them to the car where he secured them both. He made a habit to buckle them both in. It was something that came naturally to him, just one more layer of protection.

“You happy, baby?” He looked over at Sara before he started to the car.

“More than I’ve ever been.” Her fingers brushed his cheek. “Thank you for that.”

“No, thank you for giving me something I’ve always wanted. A home and a family. I love you, Sara Kincaid.”

“I love you too.”

Viktor put the car into gear and headed toward Saul’s where his family waited, content and happy, everyone safe and secure.

What more could a man ask for?