Anatoly grins. “Good luck having a baby, Viv. While you’re gone, I’ll take care of this one.”
The garage door closes and I spin towards Mikhail. “How did Anatoly get here so fast? I thought he was on a motorcycle trip to Alaska.”
Anatoly has used his time away from the Bratva to take up every dangerous hobby he can imagine. Skydiving and backcountry skiing came and went quickly, but he has a motorcycle now and he spends most weekends racing on dirt tracks in the middle of nowhere. It’s a good thing he still keeps in touch with the Bratva doctor, because his medical bills would be astronomical by this point.
“He got back two nights ago. I asked him to sleep in the pool house just in case the baby came early.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I snap.
Mikhail arches a brow. “Because every time
