Page 92 of Forcibly Sold to the Bratva
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“So should you.” She pushes me gently. “Get changed and come to bed already. Your child and I need our rest.”
I laugh at her bossy tone but obey, stripping down to my boxers before sliding under the covers beside her. She immediately curls into me, her head finding its place on my chest, her arm draped across my waist.
“I love you,” I whisper into the dark.
“I know,” she mumbles, already half-asleep. “Now shut up and hold me.”
I do as she asks, wrapping her in my arms. Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together. For now, I have everything I need right here.
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