My man.

The man that I love and the man that loves me, my family, and the family we’ve created together.

We’re completely atypically in a lot of ways, and completely traditional in others. At the end of the day the only thing that matters is the love we have for each other.

And when our baby flashes that incandescent smile of his when daddy’s playing with him, or when Dimitry looks in my eyes and I flash the same smile at him, I know our smiles have enough wattage to light up the world from Miami to Moscow and back.

Home isn’t where you’re from, it’s something you find…when you find the one that was meant for you and only you and vice versa. And then you create a home together, because that’s where your heart is…wherever your soulmate is.

And my heart is always with him.

“What’s cookin’, good lookin’?”

I feel one of his famous Russian bear hugs from behind and his right hand is right over my heart, as it always is when he hugs me like this. It’s not by accident.

“I’m not sure yet, but I can tell you’re more than ready to help stir whatever I make,” I say, feeling his stiff cock pressing into me.

“Your dad went for a run. We have time.”

“Time for what?” I say, sliding around in his grasp so I can face him.

“Me to remind you who you belong to.”

“And who might that be?” I wink.

“The man who belongs to you.”

“I like the sound of that,” I say.

Little Dylan cries out in laughter, why I’m not sure.

“And I love the sound of that. Let’s make another one,” Dimitry says, lifting me up and setting me on the counter and then quickly claiming my mouth.

There’s already a baby in my belly and he’s trying to make another. I’m pretty sure Dimitry understands biology and human nature, but he tells me when it comes to me he loses his mind.

I never doubt that from the way he kisses me.

His hand slides under my skirt and I’m already ready for him.

He’s the only man who will ever know me so intimately and that allows me to give him my all, my heart, my everything.

I wouldn’t have it any other way, because that’s exactly what he is for me.

“Baby!” Dylan yells from his crib.

“Coming right up, buddy,” Dimitry says as he slides inside me, taking my breath away…just like he has since the first moment I met, my dad’s Russian mafia friend, but he’s not my dad’s anymore.

He’s mine all mine.

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