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Julia was already showing a liking to violence and the mafia life, and we entertained it at first because it was cute, and we thought it was a phase that would pass. Two years later, and it still hadn't, and she was five now. I wanted to nip it in the bud, but Hanna refused to let me control our child to such an extent. Hanna saw no problem with all of it, given how protected she would be and how we were her parents.
In theory, if I let Julia partake in the bratva life, she'd be a deadly force to be reckoned with. She'd be a top sniper and gunman—err, gunwoman—with training from me, and she'd have her bases with fighting forms covered by Hanna. But no way would I teach my kid how to shoot like that; the furthest I'd go is handgun training for the use of self-defense.
"Styosha, hon, you have that look on your face again." Hanna chided, jabbing at my cheek with her finger. "They are children, just let them have their fun. Now, wipe that sour look off your face, it's the eve of our anniversary."
Seven wonderful years I've been with this woman, and not a day has gone by where I've taken her for granted or regretted anything when it came to Hanna. Not a day goes by where I don't shower her with all the love and affection possible from me, from kisses to hugs to orgasms for hours.
"Did you pack like I told you?" I asked with a devious smirk after setting her down and turning around to wrap my arms around her.
"Yes, Daddy, I did." She muttered with flushed cheeks, shifting her legs a bit before reaching back and rubbing her ass.
There was no holding back the sly smile from my face as I looked down at her. Memories of last night flooded my mind of how I had Hanna tied to the spanking bench and flogged her bubbly cheeks raw.
"And you packed exactly what I told you?" Her sweet bottom would be displayed for me all weekend long if she listened. I couldn't wait to see her marked-up cheeks and add more to them.
"Yes, Daddy." The tail end of her response pitched up from my hand, groping her sore butt. "No more tonight, right? I was good all day, and I listened to you."
"No punishments, no. Just some light impact play if you're up for it, if not then we're going to see if we can break your last record of orgasms in a night." I whispered deeply into her ear as I molded her body into mine fully. "I wouldn't be that mean to you on our anniversary trip."
Reluctantly, I pulled away and gave her ass a quick spank—I couldn't help it—before urging her to the front door when the bell went off.
"NATASHA!" For a small girl, her footsteps thundered when she beat her mother to the front door and nearly threw it off its hinges.
"JULIA!" The two girls screamed and squealed while hugging each other tightly.
"Malysh, you just saw her the other day." Nikolai chuckled with a groan while rubbing his ear.
"Too long." Natasha, Nikolai and Angel's only daughter, huffed with crossed arms.
"Hi Anton, hi Anatoli, hi Misha!" Julia greeted the rest of Nikolai's children with a wave of her hands and a big grin. "Hi Uncle Kolya, hi Aunty Angel!"
After their first set, Nikolai and Angel ended up with another set of twins; Anton and Anatoli were two years older than Natasha and Mikhail, whom we all called Misha. Naturally, Julia and Natasha took an instant liking to each other and were practically joined at the hip ever since we could remember.
"Those two are gonna break so many hearts one day." Angel sighed playfully with a chuckle and shake of her head as she watched the kids run off to the living area.
"Excuse you? She's not going to have a heart to break in the first place, no boy or man is going near my malysh." Nikolai argued with a gruff huff. "And you aren't letting one near your little princess, right Stepan?" His desperate eyes searched mine for aid.
"Of course, not while I'm alive." The look Hanna gave me told me she doubted my words. "It's true, Julia doesn't need no man in her life, ever. As if anyone is worthy of her."
"I swear, you men and your daughters." Angel scoffed with a roll of her eyes before shoving Hanna and me towards the door. "You two have a trip to take, so no more idling. Everything will be fine, don't worry."
"Styosha, are you going to tell me why you dragged me out into the middle of the ocean? You know I hate the open water." Hanna whined with a pout as we lay in bed, cuddling.
Looking down at my watch and then out the window, I pat her bare ass playfully, "In a bit, not quite time yet." Also, I wanted to hold my wife for a little longer.
A soft silence filled the room again as I inched my eyes down her bare body along with my fingers. I couldn't help but linger at her stomach, tracing the scar that ran across her lower abdomen; it was a constant reminder of the best and worst day of my life.
"I'm sorry." Hanna's whisper broke the silence, making my eyes lock up into hers.
"Hm? What for?" She hadn't done anything yet.
"That I can't give you more kids." Her sad eyes averted from mine.
"Little tigress." I started, holding her face and kissing her passionately. "Don't be. I told you before, and I'll tell you whenever you need to hear it, but I don't care about that. We have a wonderful daughter who is perfect, and I still have my wife as well, and that's all I want and can ask for. You're not some baby-making factory, I don't care that we only have one child as long as I have my Hanna with me still, that's all I care about."
Julia's pregnancy and birth had been particularly hard on Hanna, and a complication nearly led Hanna to bleed out on the operating table the day she gave birth. I almost lost both Hanna and Julia that day because of a crap load of complications, and not a day went by where I wasn't thankful for both of them being here still.
Glancing down at my watch, I smiled at Hanna before pulling her into another deep kiss and patting her bottom to get up. "Get dressed, we should be within range now."
