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We have countless other firsts to experience together.

Starting with meeting his children at the airport.

Nervous energy skitters up my spine.

Chapter 16

Dimitri Volkov

When she pulls her compactmirror from her purse for the fifth time, I consider pulling over to lick her into oblivion again but decide against it when she dabs the smallest bit of product on her lips and closes the mirror again.

The traffic becomes more ridiculous the closer we get to the airport, so I focus on driving. My team of two men follow in a vehicle directly behind me while Giorgio’s teams spread a little further back. When I told him of my predicament, he lent me eight men without hesitation, saying most were already dedicated to protecting Camilla, and I recognize two soldiers I saw from afar at the medical facility where I met my wife.

Camilla tucks her purse into her lap and glances at the bench beside her. Several of our purchases earlier in the day—a car seat for Zoya and a booster for Maksim—sit strapped down and ready for their new occupants. Despite how spacious the car is and how tiny my wife is, the back seat seems cramped even without the children in tow, but I will not ask her to move to the passenger seat. She has enough to worry over without facing the agony she associates with the dashboard. Artur will sit beside me while I chauffeur my wife around like the queen she is.

The nanny may feel put out for having to travel in a different vehicle, but for the first car ride together, I want it to just be our new family unit. Giorgio offered a bigger car, but I refused for this reason. The forced proximity may be what my children need to accept Camilla as their new mother figure.

I bypass the main buildings of the airport and pull up to the side gate of the runway.

Nico Russo’s guards check my identification and scan the undercarriage before opening the gate and waving us through. I stop and wait for the rest of our party to complete the security check before heading to the backside of the international terminal and parking near the loading area where my children’s plane will dock.

Camilla takes a deep breath and opens her purse, thinks better of it, snaps her purse closed again, and reaches over the booster seat and into the rear-facing toddler seat. She buckles and unbuckles it a few times before adjusting the straps.

“You are nervous, da?” I say.

She flicks a glance at me and quirks a brow.

“Of course I am. What’s the latest update on their flight?” she asks.

I refresh my phone and confirm their flight is on time.

“They will land in twenty minutes. Will you continue to do that until they arrive?”

She huffs and clicks the buckle closed again. I quirk a brow.

“Just let me feel like I know what I’m doing for a bit, okay? Maybe if I’m not fumbling around when they first meet me, then they won’t think I’m an idiot or hate me or—”

I exit the vehicle, open her door, unfasten her belt, and lift her to sit sideways in my lap as I wedge myself into her seat and close the door. She squeaks and stiffens, but then blinks and leans into my chest. Her body pressed against mine sends lust pulsing through my veins. My cock hardens. She gasps and wriggles in my lap.

“Keep doing that and we’ll give the entire airport a show,” I growl.

Her pulse leaps in her throat. She stops moving her hips but reaches up to trace the bandage on my neck. Shivers of delight race down my spine and add to the growing need pooling in my balls. Her trust fills me with pride.

Hunger and wariness war in her nearly black irises.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

I offer her my hand, palm up. She quirks a brow but places hers in mine.

“We can practice together,” I say as I guide our joined fingers to the car seat.

Tears glisten in her eyes, but she takes a deep breath and pins me in place with a vulnerable look.

“Yes. Together.”

Her voice emerges strong and confident despite the doubts lingering in her gaze. I reward her with a much more chaste kiss than I prefer and shift my focus to the car seat.

The time spent in quiet reveals my utter lack of child car seat safety knowledge. Sadness spears through me as I realize how much I left on Anastasia’s shoulders. I never buckled my children into their seats. There was always either a woman of the family or a nanny to strap them in, but the setup is fairly straightforward.

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