Page 79 of Where the Wind Whispers

Not well at all.

“Shhh,” Violet soothed Anastasya, rocking her while the doctor disposed of his gloves and the vaccine supplies. “Your father will be in a fit if we go out to him like this, baby girl.”

The doctor chuckled. “I am sure Kazimir would understand.”

Violet wondered just how much time the older doctor had spent around Kaz if he seriously believed that crap. Kaz must have trusted the man to some degree, as he’d been the only doctor Kaz offered as a pediatrician for the baby.

“Give her a warm bath and some Tylenol if she gets any fever, and all will be well,” the man said. “And you, Violet, have another two weeks before you can return to normal activities.”

With a wave and an order to make the baby’s next appointment date before she left, the doctor was gone from the private room. It took another five minutes to finally calm Anastasya enough to get her clothed in her pink dress and bundled up once she was in her car seat.

The baby wasn’t very expressive at only a month old. She still slept quite often, but she had started smiling and cooing when she was in that sort of mood.

At that moment, however, she looked fit to kill the world, her tiny fists clenched into her fluffy pink blanket and her hat pulled down close to her eyes where her brow was furrowed.

Anastasya was her father all over.

Violet laughed.

“You couldn’t look more like your father than you do right now,” she told the baby.

Anastasya just kept on scowling, if that was even what it was.

Violet didn’t waste time getting back to the front of the clinic where she made the next two appointments—one for her and the other for the baby. Hers would be awkward, if only because she had zero interest in letting a doctor look between her legs. She’d had more than enough of that during the birth.

It was needed, though, and Violet was eager to get it over and done with so she could get the okay to get back to her normal routine … so to speak.

Yeah, she missed her normal with Kaz a whole lot.

Violet found Kaz with a phone still pressed to his ear and a cigarette dangling from his lips as he leaned against the hood of their new Mercedes GLE SUV. Kaz had a few different vehicles, and at least two of them would have been fine to drive the baby around in, all except the Porsche, but no, he had to go and get another car.

She thought it was an excuse to spend money.

He liked that a bit too much.

Violet didn't care. She liked the new SUV, anyway.

Kaz dropped the cigarette to the ground, snuffing it out with his shoe the second he saw her approach with the car seat hanging off her arm. He was already taking the heavy seat before she could ask and opening the back door, directly behind the driver’s seat, to put Anastasya in.

It was only when he had her in the car did he stop to look in the car seat at his daughter.

Violet saw his back tense.

“Why isn’t she happy?” he asked.

She laughed.

What the hell else could she do?

“How can you tell when she’s happy or sad, Kaz? She has very few moods—hungry, sleepy, mommy, and daddy. That’s it.”

“And angry,” he added, shooting her a look over his shoulder. “She looks angry—why?”

Violet sighed. “She had her one month needles. It hurts.”

Kaz straightened, disbelief filling his features. “They stick her with needles? She’s a goddamn baby!”

“They’re not big ones.”