Page 87 of Never Distract a Biker

“You’re too good at this,” I tease, attempting to lighten the mood. “Should I be worried?”

A rare smile graces his lips. “Let’s just say I’m practicing before the babies arrive.”

Wrapped in one of Viktor’s oversized shirts, I sink into the plush mattress, exhaustion pulling at my eyelids. Viktor tucks the blankets around me with care that seems almost out of character for someone so fierce.

“Get some rest,” he murmurs, kissing my forehead. An action I’ve come to realize is a habit of endearment for him.

His scent lingers on the shirt, a mix of cedarwood and something uniquely him. It’s comforting, like a shield against the world’s chaos. As sleep claims me, I feel the steady rhythm of his breathing beside me, a silent promise that I’m not alone.

When I wake, the room is bathed in a soft golden glow from the setting sun. Viktor sits by the window with a laptop on his legs, his profile silhouetted against the light. Before I can call out to him, there’s a knock at the door, and Alina and Yelena enter, each balancing trays laden with food.

“We thought you might be hungry,” Alina says, setting a tray on the coffee table.

“Starving,” I admit, my stomach growling in agreement.

Yelena smirks. “You’re eating for three now, remember?”

“Of course, thanks to your brother.”

The four of us settle around the table, the tension from earlier replaced by a warm camaraderie. Viktor remains quiet but attentive, his presence a constant anchor.

As we eat, Yelena surprises me with a rare compliment. “You are brave, Scarlett. Most people wouldn’t have handled that kind of chaos as well as you did.”

I shrug, suddenly self-conscious. “I just did what I had to. For the babies.”

Yelena’s eyes soften, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in her otherwise guarded expression. “Still, it’s not easy stepping into this world. But you did, and you held your own.”

Her words carry more weight than she likely realizes, a tacit acknowledgment that I’m becoming part of their family—whether I’m ready for it or not.

“Thank you,” I say, meeting Yelena’s gaze. “But I’m not brave. I’m just trying to keep up with all of you.”

Alina smiles warmly. “You’re doing more than keeping up. You’re proving that you belong here.”

Their words stir something inside me—a determination to rise to the challenges ahead. For the Bratva, for Viktor, for our children, for myself.

After the twins leave, Viktor pulls me into his arms, his warmth enveloping me. “You were incredible and brave today,” he murmurs against my hair.

I shake my head, leaning into his chest. “I don’t feel incredible neither do I feel brave.”

“You don’t have to. I see it in you.” His voice is steady, a quiet strength that bolsters my own.

As we lie in bed, a sudden movement startles me. I gasp, grabbing Viktor’s hand and placing it on my stomach.

“They’re kicking,” I whisper, awe lacing my voice.

His eyes widen as he feels the tiny flutters beneath his palm. The world stands still for a moment, the weight of everything replaced by the pure, unadulterated joy of this shared moment.

“Did you feel that?” I whisper, enthralled.

He nods, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and joy. “I did.”

I close my eyes, letting the moment wash over me. There’s so much ahead of us, so many unknowns. But at this moment, with Viktor beside me and our children moving inside me, everything feels right.

We drift into sleep, the sound of each other’s breath the only thing filling the silence, content in the knowledge that we’ve built something beautiful together.

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Viktor

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