He holds a finger to his lips and tips his head towards the corner of the room. Before my eyes can focus in the shadowy corner, I hear the soft snoring.
“Again?” Slowly, I make out the shape of Misha curled into the cushy nursing chair.
“Mr. Nanny is always reporting for duty.”
I swat Andrey’s arm. “He’s great with the kids. He got Sarra down for her nap today.”
“Yeah, but we have an actual nanny. An expensive one.”
“That was your choice. Everyone reasonably priced wasn’t good enough for our babies,” I remind him. Misha shifts in the chair, and I can’t help but smile. “He wants to be involved. And I love the company.”
“At this rate, we’ll have to add another bed in here. A whole mansion, and we’re all going to sleep in the same room.”
“Did you just wake me up to grouch about sleepin
