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“Here,” I say, handing our daughter back to Fia so I can remove my shirt. “I want to do this properly.”

Fia drags her eyes up and down my body, licking her lips like she wants fucking, not a half hour after giving birth.

We have a lot to catch up on, but between us, our hands will be full for the foreseeable.

I take a seat in the corner, bringing my daughter close to my chest, letting her head rest on my skin. She’s warm, breathing, a tiny ball of human life with the entire world ahead of her.

Holding my baby girl close to my chest, seeing Fia with our son, cures the disease. The emptiness I felt earlier this morning vanishes in an instant. Everything I could possibly want is right here, and I have a vital role to play in this family.

I am a father, a husband, but I am also a Bratva leader who will protect the people they love until the very end.

The End.