Page 101 of Born into Chaos

I whisper that I love him before I close my eyes and fall asleep.

When I wake, I immediately reach for Vitya, but instead of the solid warmth of his body, there’s nothing but an empty mattress. Fully awake in seconds, I sit up, looking around the room for him, but he’s not here and the bathroom is dark and obviously empty. I’d fallen asleep in the nurse’s uniform with my bra undone, so as soon as I stand, I tug it all off and pull my fuzzy robe back on. Checking my phone, I read the time and freeze when I see it’s almost nine in the morning. Fear tugs at my chest because Samantha should’ve cried for a bottle. Did I sleep through it? Did she cry for hours, hungry and alone because I didn’t hear her crying for me? Or did Vitya wake up and feed her, even though he knows that Tony told him to rest?

Panicked, I run out into the hall, images of Vitya tearing his stitches and infecting his wound or a hungry Samantha with a tear-streaked face fill my head. A quick glance in her nursery lets me know it’s empty, and when I run down the hall and into the kitchen, I find a smiling Vitya, who’s happily disobeying every doctor order with a spatula in one hand and a baby in the other.

“Morning,pcholka,” he says, giving me a big smile. He looks down at Samantha and says, “This is how you make pancakes, little one. The secret is lots of blueberries. They’re Mommy’s favorite.”

He gives me a wink, knowing I can’t get mad when he’s saying cute shit like that. “You’re supposed to rest. Did she wake up last night? What time did you get up?”

“Our perfect little girl slept in until six,” he says, giving her a kiss before flipping the pancakes. He straps her into the bouncy seat that’s sitting on the island so she can see everything he’s doing before he fills a plate with pancakes and then turns his full attention to me. His eyes run over the robe, and I can tell by the sparkle in them that he’s thinking about last night.

“Please tell me you’re naked under there.”

“You were supposed to wake me so you could sleep in,” I say, refusing to be sidetracked.

He steps closer. “Thanks to you and your amazing mouth, I slept great and woke up feeling wide awake. You, on the other hand, looked exhausted. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

Sliding a hand into my robe, he palms one of my bare breasts and groans. “You earned a break, sweetheart.” He rolls my nipple between his fingers, pulling a soft moan from me and sparking my body to life. He’s in front of me, blocking me from Samantha’s view, and when he trails his fingers lower, I fist his shirt and bite back a whimper when he cups my pussy.

“Always so ready for me,pcholka.” Leaning closer, he grazes his nose along my cheek until his mouth is at my ear. “Be a good girl and eat your breakfast and maybe I’ll let you sit on my face when she goes down for her nap.”

I thread my fingers in his hair and run my tongue up his neck, smiling when he slides a finger into me. “Maybe you will?”

I feel him smile as he slowly pulls his fingers out, dragging them along my aching clit the whole way until he’s free. He leaves me wanting as he pulls back and sucks his fingers clean with a groan. Dragging his eyes over me one last time, he sighs and then gently ties my robe shut before turning back to the island so he can fill my plate with breakfast.

“I’m the one who’s supposed to be taking care of you,” I remind him.

He winks and scoops some scrambled eggs onto my plate. “You took very good care of me last night.”

“You know what I mean,” I say as he loads my plate with fresh fruit and then pours me a glass of orange juice.

Handing me the plate, he kisses my forehead and says, “You’re taking excellent care of me, baby, but if I have to lay around in that bed all day, I’m going to lose my damn mind. I promise I’ll take it easy and rest as much as possible, but I feel better when I do things.” He smileswhen I take the barstool closest to Samantha. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ll let you do the dishes.”

I laugh and grab the bottle of syrup. When I douse my pancakes and look up to see him raising a brow at me, I hold up the bottle and say, “It’s organic. I thought that meant I could have as much as I want.”

“You don’t know anything about nutrition, do you?”

I shrug and take a bite, closing my eyes when the sweet syrupy taste hits my tongue. “Not really,” I mumble around my bite.

“Or table manners,” he adds while he fixes his own plate.

I wave my fork around. “We’re at home. When you take me somewhere nice to eat, I promise I’ll behave like a lady. I’ll close my mouth when I chew and everything.”

“Wow, I’ll be getting the royal treatment. You hear that, Samantha? Your mom just promised to not eat like some farm animal if I take her out in public.”

I laugh and take another bite. “You realize now that I’m going to have to, right?” I smile as I chew. “I wonder what all I’d have to do before you got so embarrassed you just walked out of the restaurant.”

“Go for it. Do your worst. I will stay for all of it and laugh my ass off the entire time.”

“Yes, but would you still find me attractive?”

He grabs the syrup, covering his pancakes in a laughably small amount that makes me roll my eyes at him. He laughs and grabs his fork. Before he takes a bite, he says, “There is nothing you could do that would make me find you unattractive, Sveta. Feel free to put that to the test all you want. You could show up at the restaurant in that godawful fuzzy robe, no makeup, and eat the entire meal with your mouth open, and I’d still be hard as a rock under the table.”

I try to look offended when I say, “This robe is not godawful.”

He laughs. “Whatever you say, sweetheart. It’s like you’ve covered yourself in a bathmat, but I still think you look sexy as hell in it. That right there is true love.”

When he sees the smile I’m trying to hide, he laughs again and starts eating.

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