Page 84 of Revenge

The door opens, and Viktor walks in.

“You can just drop it off. I should be out in a few minutes.” But I don’t get a response. The next thing I know, Viktor is naked in the shower with me. “What are you doing?” I ask in shock.

“I’m going to help you shower.”

“You’re not supposed to be in here. Besides, I’m still bleeding.” He seems unfazed by the red water going down the drain.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. A little blood isn’t going to kill me.” Is it crazy that I find his words sexy?

“Viktor—” I start to speak, but he kisses me. It’s a passionate kiss, the first time he’s kissed me since our son was born. I feel a fire igniting all over my body, the desire to be claimed by him. I pull him closer, he’s hard, and I want him inside me.

“None of that. You need to behave, baby girl. I’m just here to help you shower. Now turn around so I can wash your hair.”

I give in to how good it feels as he washes my hair. I feel loved and cared for. He’s gentle but rough at the same time. I can’t help the moans coming out of me. Somehow, I’ve forgotten all my worries and the drama we have faced thus far. He turns me around to rinse my hair. Afterward, he grabs a loofah and carefully washes every inch of me. Then I hear our son wail.

“Shit, you made me forget why I was in here,” he chuckles.

“Someone is hungry. Better come out,” I hear Anita say. There’s humor in her voice. I turn off the water. I swear I dry and get dressed in less than sixty seconds.

“He’s not going anywhere,” Viktor teases me with butterfly kisses.

“Stop distracting me. Our son needs me.” I leave the bathroom. “Sorry, Anita, I kind of lost myself in the shower.”

“I bet,” she winks.

“Nothing like that,” I can’t help but giggle. “I swear it’s the first proper shower I’ve actually taken since he was born. It never feels right to leave him alone.” She hands him to me.

“I could watch him, you know,” Viktor says from behind me.

“Yeah, you can, but….” I trail off as I sit on the chair and position our son.

“Harsh,” he laughs.

“Have you kids decided on a name?”

“No. We seem to have come to a standoff,” Viktor answers.

“What are some of the options?” she asks.

“We’re down to two. But they both sound so good. I want to name him after Viktor, but he doesn’t want to,” I say.

“What do you want to name him?” she asks Viktor.

“I want to name him Nikolas, after your father.”

“It’s a strong family name. I considered it when I first found out I was pregnant with you. It means ‘victory of the people.’”

“I didn’t know that,” I look at the angel in my hands. His perfect nose and strong jawline. “I love it. He looks like a Nikolas.”

“When I suggested Nikolas, it was a hard no, but fifteen seconds with my mother and you cave.” There’s that pretend pout again.

I shake my head, and he laughs.

“What can I say? Anita was more convincing.”

“I should get going. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” Anita says.

“You don’t have to go,” I say.

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