Oh my God. The wedding. I forgot.
“I’m okay.” I lean up, catching his mouth in a quick kiss. “But are you really sure we need to rush and get married?” I lower my voice so Milo doesn’t overhear as he dresses himself in the corner. “Don’t get me wrong, I want to marry you. Of course I do. I just…it’s so soon.”
His gaze grows heavy-lidded as he cups my cheeks, kissing my forehead.
“I’m sure.” When he stares back at me, there’s no hesitation in him at all. “You will be my wife. And Milo will be my son.”
I can’t deny how much I like the sound of that.
“Besides, I’ve already arranged everything.”
I arch a brow. “Like what?”
“Your gowns will arrive tomorrow morning for you to try on.”
My jaw drops. “Jesus. I didn’t even know you could plan a ceremony in a day.”
He scoffs. “With enough money, you can plan it in an hour.”
“Yeah…I wouldn’t really know anything about that.”
His lips return to mine in a slow, reverent claim. “Well, now you do. Whatever I have is yours, Mrs. Marinova.”
The words send warmth cruising straight through me, lighting up every cell in my body.
I shake my head, laughing under my breath. “You know…minus the Mafia part, I could get used to this life.”
“I’m very happy to hear that, solnishko.” His palms settle across my hips.
We stay that way until Milo is ready, teeth brushed, crawling into bed with excitement.
“Tomorrow, we can start planning your space room,” Kirill promises as he tucks the blanket around his shoulders.
“With rockets on the ceiling?” Milo asks hopefully.
“Of course.”
“And planets?”
“Sure.” Kirill chuckles.
Milo grins, and it makes me smile too.
“Goodnight, baby,” I whisper, kissing him all over his face as he giggles.
“Goodnight, Mommy.”
Kirill switches off the lamp as we close the door behind us. We head down the hall toward Lev’s room, who’s already in bed with his book, headphones resting on his nightstand. When he sees us, he sits up slightly.
Kirill moves first, brushing his hair back. “Time to go to sleep, synok.”
Lev drops his book on the nightstand, then his eyes slide to me and he reaches his hand out. My heart squeezes as I step closer and take it. As I do, he tugs me down into a hug, arms wrapping around my shoulders.
“I love you,” I whisper.
His grip immediately tightens, and I know that’s his way of saying it back. “I see you tomorrow.”
“I’ll be here.”
