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“Yes, Mommy,” I say to tease her.
“She’s not your mommy,” Vincent laughs.
“What is she to me?” I ask.
“She’s your…ahh…she’s your wife.”
“From your mouth to God’s ears,” I mutter.
I place Vincent on a chair and wait for Everleigh to give him his plate before she hands mine to me.
“Thank you,moya malen'kaya lyubov'.”
“You’re welcome.” She goes to get food for herself, and when she sits beside me, she glances at Demitri. “Is he always so quiet?”
I nod while I swallow a bite of the potato salad. “Demitri is Alexei’s custodian.”
“What’s a custodian?”
Demitri overhears our conversation and answers, “I protect Alexei.”
“Oh…so like a bodyguard?” Everleigh asks him.
Demitri shakes his head. “No, it’s more than that. I’m sworn to Alexei for life. Where he goes, I go.”
“Oh wow,” my woman whispers. “How long have you been his custodian?”
“Almost fifty years.”
“Holy crap.” She lets out a chuckle. “That’s impressive.”
“Eat,moya malen'kaya lyubov',” I remind her.
“Oh, right.”
I lean closer and whisper, “Or you won’t get any dessert later.”
She lets out a burst of laughter before she takes a bite of her flame-grilled corn.
When we get home, Vincent is fast asleep. Before we left the estate, I made sure he used the bathroom, so hopefully, he won’t wet the bed. I hated how upset he was the other night.
I help Everleigh change him into his pajamas before I kiss him good night. I wait for my woman to kiss our son, then taking her hand, I lead her to the living room.
“So, how do you feel about the BBQ?” I ask.
We sit down on the couch before she answers, “Surprisingly, I enjoyed it. I really liked talking to Alexei.”
“He’s an amazing person,” I say. “What did you and Viktor talk about?”
“Hmm…wouldn’t you love to know,” she teases me. “I asked him whether Vincent and I would be safe if we lived on the estate with you.”
“What did he say?”
She takes hold of my hand and links our fingers. “He said you’re important to him, so that makes our safety a priority because he’d like to keep you sane.”
I let out a burst of laughter. “And? Has that changed your mind about moving in sooner?”
She leans her shoulder against the back of the couch, her body facing me. “I don’t want to sell this house.”
