I point out different flowers to him and talk about constellations I know nothing about until Grigory lets out a whimper I recognize immediately.
“Hungry already?” I kiss the top of his head and walk back to the house. “Papa’s got you.”
We trudge back inside and into my office, and I prepare a bottle of formula. Then we settle back onto the couch as he feeds.
He’s halfway through his milk when his hand flutters against my chest, curling into my t-shirt as his eyes start to get heavy. Nothing ever feels quite so pure.
I used to spend sleepless nights in this office, worrying over territories and enemies. It feels like a different life. A different man.
Grigory’s eyes are almost closed when my phone lights up, vibrating on the coffee table. Shura’s name appears on the screen, and that o
