Epilogue
One Year Later
Luka
R oma gives me a huge gummy smile as soon as I step into the room. I swear his blue-green eyes light up as he reaches a chubby hand out to me. When we told my dad we were naming our son after him, he’d immediately pulled Lara and me in for a hug, looking happier than I’ve ever seen him. He still brags about it to my uncles every chance he gets.
“Up from your nap already, little man?”
He smiles even bigger when he hears me speaking Russian and flails his arms around. His brows furrow in concentration as he rolls over onto his stomach. He gives me a triumphant grin that makes my heart fucking melt.
I scoop him up and cover his face in kisses while he squeals and squirms in my arms.
“Daddy loves you,” I tell him, carrying him over to his changing table. “Mommy doesn’t know you’re up yet. Let’s get you changed and we’ll go surprise her.”
He takes the colorful toy I hand him and starts to examine it while I get to work. I love taking care of my son. I can’t imagine not being hands-on with him. With all the shit I’ve seen and done, a dirty diaper is a piece of cake, and I’ve been changing his since the day he was born. I try to help out every chance I can to give Lara a break, but the truth is I just really love doing it.
Our son babbles quietly to himself while I get a clean diaper on him, and he looks so much like the two of us that I can’t help but smile while I watch him. He’s the perfect mix of us, and the unconditional love that I’ve felt for him since that first moment Lara pushed him into this world never ceases to amaze me.
“Okay, Roma, let’s go find Mommy.”
He may not understand all the Russian I’m saying, but he squeals when he hears me say Mommy, and as soon as I pick him up, he’s jerking his wobbly head around, trying to find her. I cup the back of his head, feeling the smooth strands of his dark hair as I kiss his chubby cheeks. My family is my weakness. It’s impossible for me to keep my wife and son at arm’s length. I can’t love them any less. It’s impossible, and I refuse to even try, but that also means they’ll always be in danger because of me, because of what our family does. It’s terrifying, and I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t keep me up at night, but it also makes me more vigilant and more determined than ever to do whatever it takes to keep them safe.
One day my son will be helping to run this Bratva, but that’s a fucking worry for another day. My dad made sure my brother and I had a fun, normal-as-possible childhood, and I’m going to make sure my son gets that as well. For now, he doesn’t need to worry about anything. That’s my job. All he knows right now is love, because he’s surrounded in it on a daily basis, and that feels like my biggest accomplishment in life. Every single time I see him smile, it makes me feel like I’m doing something right.
I carry Roma downstairs, and as soon as he sees Pip lying in a patch of sun, he wriggles in my arms, trying to free himself. I laugh and set him down, smiling when he reaches a hand out to the lazy cat who’s quickly become his best friend. Pip may not have ever caught on to using a leash, but he’s patient with Roma to an impressive degree, tolerating the uncoordinated pets and the slobbery hands like a true champ.
Pip purrs, stretching out while Roma babbles to him and runs his chubby fingers over his fur. When Roma gives another squeal, I laugh and scoop him back up before going in search of my wife. We find her outside on the rooftop, book in hand, one foot lazily swinging the hammock chair she’s sitting in, looking so gorgeous it takes my breath away. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to her knocking me on my ass. She’s been doing it since the first time I saw her, and I know she always will.
A huge smile spreads across her face when she hears Roma’s happy squeal. Dropping her book, she looks up at us and reaches her arms out for our son. I hand him over and then sit down so I can put them both on my lap. She kisses Roma and then turns her head to me, and as soon as our lips touch, it’s like coming home. Everything else fades away at the taste of her.
“I missed you,” she whispers against my lips. “Did everything go okay?”
I smile and nod my head. “Everything’s fine, kisa . Nothing to worry about.” She knows I can’t talk work with her, but she still worries and still asks about it. Things have been going well, though, and for now that’s enough. This line of work is unpredictable at the best of times, so when things are quiet, we all enjoy it, knowing it won’t last forever.
“How did Damien do on his biology test?” she asks, and I swear I fall in love with her all over again. She insists on helping my brother with his homework, and now he comes over every day after school to play with his nephew while we help him with his homework.
“He did great. Got a perfect score.”
Lara smiles, just as proud of Damien as I am. I kiss her cheek and breathe in the scent of her, feeling at peace for the first time since I left this morning. Roma sucks on his fist and lets out a hungry cry right before Lara laughs and starts to unbutton her shirt. She wants to breastfeed him for his first year, and I’m happy to support whatever she wants to do. I hold the two of them while she gets him situated, and when he starts to nurse, she lets out a relieved sigh and leans her head against my shoulder. I run my fingers through his dark hair, watching him watch us as he nurses.
“He’s so perfect,” I say, hearing the awe in my voice that I still get when I talk about our son. Every day he amazes me.
“He is,” Lara agrees. “Just like his daddy.”
I laugh and kiss her shoulder. “It’s his mom that’s perfect.”
Using my feet, I swing us gently while Roma nurses, first on one breast and then on the other, until he’s stuffed and I’m putting him against my chest and patting his back. I watch Lara fix her bra, and when she looks up and sees the hunger in my eyes, she blushes and shakes her head at me.
“You’re terrible,” she says with a soft laugh.
“I can’t help it. Seeing you like this does something to me, kisa .” It’s true. Watching her step into motherhood is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. She’s the perfect picture of feminine beauty, and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on every damn time.
I pat our son’s back, smiling when he rewards me with a burp in my ear.
“I think Roma wants to sit in his swing for a while,” I tell her.
She laughs and raises a brow at me. “You think so, huh?”
“I do. Get your ass inside, baby, and meet me in the kitchen.”
Her smile grows as she scurries her perfect ass off my thighs, giving Roma a kiss before walking inside. I watch her the whole way. I’ve memorized every inch of my wife, and every damn inch is pure perfection. Her body has changed a bit since giving birth, and even though she thinks it doesn’t look as good, she’s very, very wrong, and by the time I’m strapping Roma into his swing in the living room, I’m more than ready to find my wife and show her exactly what she does to me. I kiss our son’s head, making sure he has plenty of toys attached to the tray in front of him before turning on a colorful show with lots of annoyingly peppy songs that I happily put up with because they make him smile.
When I’m sure he’s going to be okay for a little bit, I cross the living room and walk into the kitchen. This setup won’t work for too much longer, but it’s working right now and that’s all I care about.
Lara’s on the other side of the island, looking sexy as hell as she waits for me. I keep my eyes on hers as I close the distance. A blush rises to her cheeks, and I smile when I see the way she’s shifting her weight from one bare foot to the other, just as eager for this as I am. As soon as I’m close enough, I pick her up, setting her ass on the counter while my mouth devours hers. Since becoming parents, we’ve perfected the quickie and elevated it to a goddamn work of art.
Her hands grip my shirt, tugging it off me right as I do the same to hers, breaking our kiss just long enough to toss them aside. I fill my hands with her full tits, loving the heavy weight of them, and when I run my thumbs over her pebbled nipples, she moans into my mouth and starts unbuttoning my jeans. When she dips her hand inside and fists my cock, I groan and tug her bra down, exposing her tits as I play with her nipples.
Breastfeeding has opened my eyes in ways I hadn’t been expecting. I had no idea how much it would turn me on to watch my wife’s body transform like it has, to see the way she uses it to nourish our baby, and the truth is that I can’t fucking get enough. The first time I’d felt her breasts leak against my chest while we were fucking, I’d nearly busted a goddamn nut before she’d even had a chance to come.
My hips rock, thrusting my cock into her hand when I feel my fingers grow wet as I knead her breasts. “Fuck,” I groan, lifting her up just enough to yank her shorts and panties down.
“You’re going to be so disappointed when I stop breastfeeding,” she teases, giving my bottom lip a soft bite.
“No,” I tell her with a smile. “I’m just going to get you pregnant again.”
She laughs because she thinks I’m joking, but I’m not. I want a houseful of kids, and if that means she’ll be lactating for the foreseeable future, who am I to complain?
Kissing a line down her neck, I fist her hair, tilting her head back as I nip and lick her delicate skin. God, this woman drives me crazy. Her fingers massage my cock, and when I run my tongue over her nipple, tasting the sweetness of her milk, my dick jerks in her hand, my balls already tensing with the need to come.
“Fuck,” she whimpers as I circle her nipple and give it a teasing bite, smiling when her hips start to rock, because the truth is she loves this just as much as I do. I wouldn’t be doing it if she didn’t.
I latch onto her, giving her a suck as she moans my name and desperately tugs on my jeans, pulling them down in a rough, haphazard way, not caring about anything except getting my cock inside her aching pussy. I fill my mouth with the taste of her while her other tit leaks on my hand. Not wanting to waste a drop, I kiss my way across her chest, licking her skin clean before taking her wet nipple into my mouth.
“I need you inside me,” she whimpers, keeping her voice low so only I can hear. She cups my balls, giving me a soft squeeze before lightly dragging her nails along my skin. Keeping my mouth wrapped around her, I give one last suck, swallowing the sweet taste of her before pressing my mouth to hers and positioning the head of my cock against her sloppy wet cunt.
She kisses me hard, sucking my tongue and spreading her thighs wider. My hands grip her hips, tilting her how I need her as the head of my cock parts her lips and I slide in. A deep groan vibrates in my chest as her tight, wet pussy envelops me.
Pure fucking heaven.
I pull back so I can watch her take my cock. Her tits bounce with each thrust, milk leaking down her chest and onto her stomach before dripping down to where we’re connected.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper, unable to take my eyes off how fucking exquisite she looks. Covering my thumb in milk and her arousal, I rub her slippery clit, pushing her over the edge with ease. She bites her lip to keep from screaming and clenches me so goddamn tightly that I have no choice but to join her.
I pound into her sweet pussy, filling her with every goddamn thing I have, and my wife takes it all like the good girl she is. I gentle my thumb, easing her down from her high, letting her enjoy every second of it as my cock pulses inside her one last time. Instead of pulling out, I stay buried inside her as I start to grow soft, working her clit in soft, gentle circles while her body shakes. Her heavy-lidded eyes lock on mine, and I give her a wink while increasing the pressure of my thumb. She’s good for one more. We both know it, and I don’t stop until she gives me what I want.
Watching Lara come is my obsession. I will never get tired of it. I’m the only man who’s ever seen her orgasm, and I’m the only man who ever will. It’s mine, all of her is mine and only mine, and I fucking love it.
“Jesus,” she whispers, her voice shaky as tremors run through her spent body.
I smile and slowly pull out of her, groaning at the sight of the pussy I’ve just so thoroughly fucked.
“You’re so beautiful, kisa, and I love you so goddamn much.”
She gives me her lazy I just came hard smile. “I love you, too, so goddamn much.”
I laugh at how damn sweet she is and lower my head to her chest. I can’t have her walking around covered in sticky milk, so I lick every inch of her beautiful skin clean before fixing her bra and helping her into her shirt.
Right on cue, Roma lets out a small cry. It’s not his I’m really upset cry, but we both know it’ll turn into that if he’s left alone for too much longer.
I fix my clothes and give her another kiss before lifting her off the counter so we can go and get our son. Tonight is dinner at my Uncle Matvey’s house, and everyone will be there. Roma loves the attention he gets, and I’ve never seen my dad so proud as when he’s carrying his grandson around. He and Lev gloat about being grandparents every chance they get, but I think my other uncles are more than happy to wait a while longer before the rest of my cousins start having kids.
This may not be the life most twenty-year-olds dream about but I wouldn’t change a single thing. I don’t need nightclubs and a long string of one-night stands. I’ve never wanted that. What I want is right here in front of me. My wife and son are everything to me. They’re all I need and all I want.
Grabbing Roma from his swing, I sit down with him in my lap and pull Lara in next to me. My whole world is in my arms, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
THE END