Lev, holding Zena gingerly in his arms as he tries not to jostle her. Polly, bouncing Katya on her hip while she peppers her with kisses. Nikolai looming over both of them, checking back and forth with the hint of a smile fluttering on his lips.
“Both our girls are finally home.” I sigh, letting out a pent-up breath I’ve held in for five long months.
Uri squeezes me tighter. “You did it.”
He chuckles. “Oh, no. I know when to take credit and when to cede the spotlight. This was you, narushitel. You did this.”
Laughing, I rest my head back against his chest. He underplays his role a lot, but I know just how lucky I am. He wakes up with me every night for every feeding. He’s changed more diapers than I have by several orders of magnitude. There’s never been any doubt in my mind that we, t
