After Dr. Allan leaves, I’ve barely pulled down my dress before Matvey’s already shoving our baby back into my arms. In some respects, we really are just like any other couple.
Except that’s where traditional behaviors end for us.
“Grisha, keep an eye on her,” he calls into the hallway. “Make sure she doesn’t leave.”
I roll my eyes. “Gee, what now? I was just planning to go bar crawling.”
“Without me?” a feminine voice calls from the hallway. “And here I thought we were friends again.”
“Petra.” Matvey’s voice is ice. “I wasn’t aware you had business here.”
“Oh, you know how it is,” she smiles sweetly. “Mommy Pilates got canceled. Thought I’d ditch the dolls and get some hands-on experience with the real thing. If that’s okay with you, April?”
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