Epilogue
Rurik
Three Years Later
Our bedtime stories were always read in our bedroom.
It was a ritual we had to bind together before we slept.
I held our son Lev while Mariya read to the children.
The twins were over having another sibling, but Liliya was fascinated with Lev, much like Tatiana had been with her.
I watched the five-year-olds and three-year-old giggle when Mariya acted out the various voices from the book.
I stared at my dark-haired son, who looked to have Mariya’s eyes.
The peace my family gave me was priceless.
All these moments became memories for everyone involved.
The countless travels I once did for my company were now leisure trips with my family.
Mariya kept her dreams and travel list of countries she wanted to visit, adding more as time passed.
We still made time for our milking room since we had two nannies now.
Four children for Orla to care for while we vanished was too much.
The quiet knock on the door had us all looking up as Orla came to collect the children.
They groaned but reluctantly kissed and hugged their mother before I passed Lev to Mariya to do the same.
The room was quiet, but it was our time, and Mariya unclipped her top to feed Lev.
I stood over them, watching them.
Four children later and my fixation never left me.
I kissed Mariya before kissing Lev, climbing into bed beside them to hold them close to me.
I didn't need to say anything because she always knew.
She knew that I would do anything for them.
“Moo,”
she whispered, making me smile.
“Shush, be a good little milking cow and feed my son.”
“One week left before my check-up,”
she said, and I shook my head at her.
“You know it doesn't work like that,”
I said with a smirk.
“What is wrong with you? You must be the only man who insists on waiting an extra two weeks,”
she grumbled.
“And you know why I do it.”
Her face softened, and she smiled.
“Yes, but at least you didn't faint this time.”
“The first time was a fluke,”
I said gruffly, stroking Lev’s baby-soft hair.
“At least we didn't need your pole to burst me open this time.”
I closed my eyes, remembering the horrifying incident.
“You look a tad pale,”
she said, but I heard her amusement.
“I can't wait to take it all out on your ass,”
I said, opening one eye to see her smirk.
“Moo,”
she said with a cheeky grin.
The End.