Page 125 of Born into Chaos

Glad you’re having fun, baby. Let me know when you leave the restaurant. I love you.

Me:

I love you too and I will.

I put my phone away when the food arrives, and I’m not at all surprised when the guys show up before we’ve even had a chance to look at the dessert menu. Vitya walks through the doors with a smiling Samantha, immediately followed by every guy in our family. He laughs and as soon as he’s next to me, he bends down to give me a kiss.

“Sorry for crashing, baby. We all decided we were tired of being away from our wives.”

I laugh and stand so he can take my seat while I grab Samantha. As soon as he’s sitting, he pulls me into his lap so he’s holding both of us.

My dad gives a loud whistle, getting the waiter’s attention and proving yet again that my family will never be able to just blend in anywhere. Everywhere we go, we make a scene. Everyone in the restaurant is already looking at us because a bunch of very well-built, tattooedmen just walked in, three of them carrying kids. Women openly stare with interest while the men’s looks are much more wary.

“We need a bigger table or a lot more chairs,” my dad tells the confused waiter. When he hesitates, my dad adds, “Just think about the tip, kid. We’re very generous.”

That does the trick, because the young man nods and quickly figures out a way to connect another table and add a bunch of chairs. All the married guys just do what we’re doing and put their wives on their laps, but everyone else needs their own chair. I know it’s killing my brother to not pull Yelena into his lap, but he does slide a chair up next to hers on the pretext that he wants to hold Samantha. I hand her over. They can use her as a cover all they want. She smiles up at Val, a happy, willing accomplice to her uncle’s plans.

Since everyone has already eaten supper, the waiter starts passing out dessert menus. While everyone starts reading through it, Lara looks over at Damien and says, “You’ve got to try the turtle cheesecake, Damien. I’ve heard it’s really good here.”

Damien gives her a grateful smile and hands the menu back to the waiter. “I’ll have a slice of the turtle cheesecake,” he tells him.

Lara’s still sitting in Luka’s lap, and he kisses her as soon as she turns her head. No one would ever suspect that Damien is dyslexic and Lara just smoothly helped him out, but Luka knows what she’s done, and I swear he falls even more in love with her for protecting his younger brother.

We all order something so it ends up being an enormous dessert order. The waiter takes it all down and then asks my mom and aunts, “Are you done with the margaritas?”

My Aunt Emily laughs while my mom shakes her head. “Not even close.”

My dad smiles at my mom and kisses her before saying, “Better keep ‘em coming, kid.”

“You’re going to regret that bottomless thing,” my Uncle Danil warns him. “These ladies can put it back.”

My Aunt Jolene snorts out a laugh that has my Uncle Lev shakinghis head at her with a smile playing at his lips. “They can put it back, but can they hold it?”

“‘Course we can,” my Aunt Simona says, and then she asks the waiter, “Do you have karaoke here?”

“No, ma’am,” he quickly says while all my uncles let out exaggerated sighs of relief.

My aunts laugh and order another round. This place is at least a restaurant and bar mix, so we’re not too out of place. We’re still sticking out and everyone’s stealing looks at us, but it’s not like everyone around us is in formal wear with classical music playing in the background.

“Sorry you can’t join in and have a margarita,” Vitya whispers in my ear.

I turn my head and kiss him. “I don’t want one. I still can’t stomach the thought of alcohol,” I tell him, making him give a soft smile at the memory of me being drunk off my ass while I threw myself at him and then got violently ill. “Besides, I’d rather be pregnant with your baby,” I whisper against his ear.

The soft, masculine groan he gives makes my heart speed up, and I’m not at all surprised when I feel him start to grow hard beneath my ass.

“Better not stand up,” he whispers with a laugh.

“I’ll stay in your lap as long as you want me to,” I tell him.

He wraps his arms around me and kisses my neck. “Such a good little wife,” he murmurs against my ear. “Thanks for teasing the hell out of me with that photo, by the way. Did you end up buying more?”

“I bought a lot,” I tell him. “Maybe if you’re nice, I’ll show it to you later.”

He laughs and gives my earlobe a soft bite. “I’m always nice, and I want a full show later. You can model everything for me, and then I’ll fuck you in my favorite one.”

His words send a shiver down my spine and a warmth between my legs. If it weren’t for the fact that we’re surrounded by my entire family, I’d already be straddling him.

“A toast!”

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