“Ahh, si I do, but Babe, you already did. I’m pregnant.”
Fuck me!
I pull back to look at her, raising my brow.
“Da, that works. Thank you for giving me another baby,” I say, smiling., holding her close.
“Awesome, now help me pull on his little tie so the baby can look just like you.”
“Da. But we’re still going to practice making babies, right,” I ask, gazing into her huge hazel eyes.
“Si, always. We will never stop practicing,” Gigi utters in a low, sexy voice.
“Da. So let’s get this party done because I have a lot of practicing to do.”
“Si, my Mom and Dad are here, as are your Brats. I want everything to be perfect. Let’s get the party started,” Gigi says, kissing me.
For some reason, I feel that she just pulled a fast one on me.
We walk out to the living room with Alexsandr. Fuentes rushes over and takes Alexsandr from Gigi.
“Come with your Papi, bebe. I love you; you’re my little man,” Fuentes says, kissing his chubby cheek.
“Adolfo, let me hold the bebe,” Flor says, extending her arms.
I watch them fight over the baby and inhale, grinding my molars. Da, I need just to accept that Fuentes is going to be in my life for fucking ever.
“Oh my, the baby is so cute,” Valentina squeals.
The twins are sleeping in the sectional.
“Oh my, Alexsandr looks like Anatoly,” Mia says, laughing, holding the baby.
“Brats, let’s talk,” Pakhan says, stoned-faced.
“Da,” I hum, following my Brats to the other side of the room.
“Fuentes was just telling me that Oro has wild hair up his fucking ass. He wants Mikhail to marry his niece to forge the alliance. The motherfucker is fucking paranoid. Mikhail, youneed to find his niece and marry her. I don’t care how you do it, but do it ASAP,” Pakhan hisses, lowering his eyelids.
“Da. I’ll look for her and marry her. No worries. Can I get her details,” Mikhail asks, stoned-faced, standing tall.
Da, a Kravtsov through and through. He’s not wimping out and is stepping up to do his duty as a Kravtsov for the Bratva.
“I’ll send you the file on her,” I say, looking at my Brat.
“Da ASAP would be great,” Mikhail says, lifting his chin.
Svoloch’ is fucking demanding.
“Da.”
“Bratva, it’s Alexsandr's birthday! Let’s celebrate and forget business,” Gigi says, resting her hands on her hips.
“That’s right, come on, Brats, help me with the pinata,” I say, waving my Brats to the patio.
“A pinata,” Pakhan asks, raising his brow.
“Da, a fucking pinata. Brat, so fucking help me,” I hiss, walking through the patio door.
