Ours may not be a traditional romance, but it works for us. I love him passionately and more every day. He treats me like a queen, and I want for nothing.
He smiles and kisses my hand, “I’m the lucky one,” he says lovingly before looking over at Oleg playing.
My gaze follows his, and we adoringly watch our happy son for a moment. “How about we try to make a little brother or sister for Olezhka?” Yaroslav suggests thoughtfully.
I’m not surprised by his comment. He adores being a father and dotes on Oleg.
“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” I reply truthfully, already picturing a cherubic little sibling for Oleg to play with.
Yaroslav beams and leans in to kiss me. Oleg sees this and smiles, holding out his arms and demanding to be picked up. Yaroslav laughs, walking over and swooping his son up into his arms. I follow, showering Oleg with kisses as he giggles in delight.
At this moment, I feel like the luckiest woman on earth.
My happily ever after might involve blood, violence, and more than a little law-breaking, but I wouldn’t change it for the world.
The End
