Page 110 of Beautiful Broken Obsession

Six Monthslater

“Milos?”I sigh as I come back to the table from the restroom to find him on his phone again.

“Yes, my love.” He mutters as he stares intently at the screen.

I snatch his phone from his hand. “Victor and Kira are fine. Mother and the nanny have everything in hand. This is our anniversary. We deserve a night out without checking on the children every five minutes.”

Nodding, “I apologize, you are right. They were just babbling to each other and I got caught up in what they could possibly talking about when they can’t even properly talk yet.”

“Knowing your son, he’s telling his sister what to do.” I sip on my water with lemon as I’m not allowed alcohol while I’m breast feeding. Although we do supplement with formula and bottled breastmilk so Milos, Mother, and the nanny are all able to feed them to bond with them it’s easier not to drink.

He chuckles. “And knowing your daughter she’ll ignore him.” I ignore his hand out for his phone. An eyebrow goes up. “Kotyonok, my phone, please.”

I send up my own eyebrow. “And if I don’t give it back?”

That exhalation of air that is almost a laugh. “Ah, you are making sure I keep to my promise of a spanking tonight?”

“Maybe. You did promise last time we were out and there was no spanking.” I pout. It’s been months since we made love, more than four months. The last two months of my pregnancy—Milos refused even though I begged all he allowed was him going down on me. He wouldn’t even let me taste him. When we attempted to make love a few weeks ago my incision from the cesarean to deliver the twins started hurting so Milos refused to go any further.

“You were still healing, my love.” Milos sighs.

This is only the second time we’ve been out since the twins were born—at his insistence. I find it adorable how much Milos loves being a father. Throughout my pregnancy I was worried about how much Milos wanted a daughter that he would give all his attention to our daughter. Only for there to be an issue with our son having the umbilical cord wrapped around him causing his growth to suffer compared to our daughter. It’s why I was on bed rest and the doctor agreed with Milos to perform a cesarean.

Our son was almost two pounds smaller than his sister. Milos became obsessed with ensuring our son caught up. He read wearing a baby in a sling was better for growth and security so began wearing our son almost the entire time he was home. Now our son is almost caught up with our daughter on all stages.

Shaking his head, “I don’t care how you felt. You were still healing and if I’d known that I never would have agreed to spank you in the first place. However, tonight since the doctor has given you the all-clear then you will most definitely get a spanking. Not just to your ass but to your—”

“Milos!” I hiss at him as the waiter arrives at our table.

Milos only chuckles unrepentantly. We decline dessert and Milos hands his card over to pay. When the waiter returns with the bill for a signature he also brings a small paper bag.

“What’s that?”

Picking it up as his hand goes to my back to guide me out of the restaurant, “Your late-night snack. It’s the spaghetti and meatballs you passed on for the lobster ravioli.”

I sigh as I lean into him. “You’re such a good husband.”

He presses a kiss to my temple as he opens the car door for me. “I do my best.”

He really does. Milos was still bossy and dominant as ever, yet he was also thoughtful, caring, considerate and what I thought he would never be—sweet. He cut down on work significantly, allowing Nikita’s wife to take over running much of the legitimate business. It freed up so much of his time he almost had normal hours.

I was so happy to have more time with Milos I barely went into the rescue leaving it to Rachel to run. Koshka was not happy with the two new kittens who had joined our family but she adored both Victor and Kira. Everywhere the twins went so did she, including their crib. For now, the twins were sleeping in one crib, hating when we attempted to separate them. I had heard so many horror stories of having twins yet they were sweet, easy babies who simply needed the other to be happy that and to eat when they were hungry.

In less than fifteen minutes we’re in the condo, where the moment the door is closed behind us Milos sweeps me up in his arms and carries me into our bedroom. While we haven’t spent time here since the twins were born we have a nursery here in case there is a time when Milos needs to be here and doesn’t want to be away from Victor and Kira—Milos always planning ahead.

He slides me down his hard body until I’m on my feet in front of our bed. Brushing his lips across the back of my neck as he draws down the zipper of the dress, he sighs. “My beautiful wife, tell me truly, has the last year of our marriage been a good one?”

I turn to face him, studying him. Shaking my head, I run a finger over his lips. “No, I wouldn’t call it good. I would even call it excellent. I would call it ecstasy to have your love and attention day in and day out. To fall asleep in your arms and wake up with you beside me as been better than I ever dreamed possible. Thank you, my beautiful husband for loving me and giving me the only thing I have ever wanted—you, all of your heart and devotion.”

His forehead falls on mine, he is all I see, feel, and breathe and there is nothing else better than this. “My heart wouldn’t allow anything less.”

Epilogue

Nine Years Later

“Kira, I said no.”I exhale slowly. I swear my daughter is doing everything she can to push every button I have.

“But Papa said—”

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