All mine.
I pulled out carefully and cleaned us both up with a warm cloth, then helped her into one of my shirts.
"We should tell everyone today," I said. "About us and the baby."
"At breakfast?" She looked nervous. "Your whole family is here."
"Exactly, and they leave today." I kissed her. "I'm not hiding you anymore. I want everyone to know you're mine."
She smiled, and it lit up her entire face. "Ours."
"What?"
"Not just yours. Ours. We're each other's."
"Yes." I pulled her close. "We are."
Breakfast was chaos, as usual.
Everybody around the table, passing plates and arguing in Russian and English. Mila sat next to Zara, the two of them giggling over something. Shanice was talking with Irina. Everyone looked happy, relaxed.
I stood and tapped my glass with a fork. The room gradually quieted.
"I want to thank everyone for spending Christmas with me," I said. "It means a lot to have you all here."
"Sentimental," Adam called out. "Who are you, and what did you do with our cousin?"
Laughter rippled around the table.
"I'm getting to something," I continued. "I have one more surprise. An announcement, actually. Katrina and I are together," I said simply. "And we're getting married. Soon."
Silence for exactly two seconds.
Then Zara squealed. "You're marrying my sister?!"
"I am."
"That means you'll be my brother!" She launched herself out of her chair and threw her arms around me. "Best Christmas ever!"
The table erupted—congratulations, questions, Irina crying happy tears. Mikhail grinned and raised his glass. Elena was beaming. Everyone was happy, except Adrienne.
She stood abruptly, her chair scraping. "This is ridiculous. Mila, get your things. We're leaving."
"What?" Mila's face fell. "But Daddy…"
"Now, Mila."
"No."
Everyone turned to look at Katrina, who'd stood and was walking around the table toward Adrienne.
"Mila is staying for the rest of winter break," Katrina said calmly. "She'll have regular visits with her father going forward. Every other weekend, plus holidays."
"Excuse me?" Adrienne's eyes flashed. "You don't get to decide what happens between us."
"Actually, I do." Katrina's voice was steel wrapped in silk. "Because if you try to take her and disappear again, we'll cut off your monthly support. All of it. And then we'll take you to court for custody."
Adrienne's mouth opened. Closed. "Olek would never!"
