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“We need to tidy this mess. Your father will be here within the hour.”
“I don’t want to be Adams anymore. I want the same last name as Daddy.”
“We’re busy changing your name. It takes time.”
“I want a cupcake,” he demands.
I give him a look of warning. “Stop being difficult and help Mommy, or I’ll tell Daddy.”
Vincent jumps up, and much to my surprise, he hurries to collect all his toys.
Wow, it worked. I’m so throwing Alek under the bus from now on.
I hurry back to the living room and see Rosalie is already done hanging the banner. I go to the kitchen, were she’s arranging the flowers in a vase.
“You’re a godsend,” I say. I touch one of the cupcakes, then ask, “How long do they take to cool down?”
“The longer, the better.” She checks the time on her wristwatch. “Let’s give them another thirty minutes.”
“That’s cutting it close.” I help Rosalie arrange the roses and lilies. “Thank you so much for everything. I would’ve been a mess if it weren’t for you.”
“That’s what friends are for.” She smiles at me. “Besides, I’m actually having fun.”
When I place the flowers on the coffee table in the living room, I glance around to make sure we didn’t forget anything.
“Come take a seat and catch your breath,” Rosalie says.
We plot down on the couch and let out a collective sigh.
In less than an hour, I’ll meet my future mother-in-law.
God, I hope we get along.
For Alek’s sake, I’m going to do my best to win her over.
Chapter 49
Alek
My heart is beating out of my chest as I stop the G-Wagon in front of Everleigh’s house.
“This house?” Mama asks, her eyes wide as she glances around the neighborhood.
“Yes. I’ve already installed a state-of-the-art security system, and you’ll have a guard with you twenty-four-seven.”
Mama pats my cheek. “You take such good care of me.”
“Let’s go.”
We climb out of the vehicle, and I wrap an arm around my mother’s shoulders as I walk her to the open front door, where Everleigh is already waiting.
My woman looks nervous as fuck, and there’s fear darkening her eyes.
I give her a comforting smile, and as we reach her, I switch from Russian to English. “Mama, this is Everleigh.”
My mother stares at the woman whose supposed death broke me.
“So beautiful,” Mama says. She glances Everleigh up and down. “And healthy.”
