“You’ll be the baby’s uncle, of course. His only uncle. But I think I would like you to be his godfather, too.”
He looks amazed, but there’s a kind of reservation in his reaction. “Um… have you and Anton discussed this?”
“Well, no,” I’m forced to admit. “But I’m sure he’d agree. You are his brother, after all.”
“His screwup of a younger brother.”
“Come on, Yulian. He may have been pissed at you, but I doubt he’s going to hold it over your head for the rest of your life.”
“Then you don’t know Anton very well. The Bratva is everything to him.”
“So are you now,” he says. “That doesn’t mean that he won’t put the Bratva first every time.”
I frown. Those words land heavy on my already-fragile heart.
“I’m sorry, Jessa,” Yulian says quickly. “I ruined the moment.”
“I did,” he cuts in apol
