Chapter 27 - Clara

One year later

I cradle my sweet baby girl in my arms, rocking her, watching her big blue eyes drift closed as she finally starts to fall asleep. Her hair is a mess of soft blonde curls that have only just started to get a little thicker. I love watching her. My heart is so happy when I can watch her in moments like these.

Alexei walks up behind me, not daring to make a sound.

He peeks over my shoulder. Leaning close to my ear, he whispers, "You did it. She actually fell asleep."

I giggle softly, and when he reaches over my shoulder to touch her rosy little cheek, I shake my head and glare at him. "Don't you dare," I whisper with a smile. She has just fallen asleep. I am not risking her waking up again.

He grins.

I nudge him away with my butt and carry our daughter through to her crib, placing her gently down and tucking the blanket around her body. I look down at her for a moment to make sure the movement didn't wake her. She's breathing calmly, drifting off in a sweet dream.

I nod, satisfied.

Then I back away slowly.

She is a terrible sleeper. I really mean it. She wakes up at the slightest noise and refuses to sleep all the way through the night.

She seems to hate sleeping.

Alexei's brothers told me that she gets that from her father, who used to climb out of his cot at night and run riot through the house while everyone else was sleeping. They would find him the next morning covered in food or paint or sand from the pot plants. He was apparently a little terror, and it seems our daughter has her father's wild spirit.

I close the door as softly as I can. The baby monitor in the living room will alert me if she wakes up.

Alexei is right there when I turn away from the door. I grin, letting out a sigh of relief. "I really hope she sleeps at least an hour, or we are going to have one very grumpy and overtired baby girl on our hands later."

He pulls me into a hug.

"You are the most amazing mom, Clara. Did I tell you that today?" He nuzzles his face into my neck, sending delightful shivers down my spine.

"You told me, but only once. You know I like to be reminded more often than that."

He chuckles. "You are amazing. You are beautiful. You are the most—"

"Oh, don't try and butter me up. If she wakes up, it's your turn. You aren't getting out of that one," I giggle.

"You know I love putting her to sleep. I love doing anything and everything she needs."

I grin at him. Reaching up, I trace my fingers over his jawline, defined and shadowed with stubble. He is the sexiest man in the world, and he is mine. He will always be mine. I still can't believe it sometimes. What are the chances of me being that lucky?

"You're gorgeous, Alexei," I whisper, standing up on my tiptoes to kiss him.

He wraps his arm tighter around my waist, lifting me off my feet, his lips pressed hard against mine.

Our kiss becomes more passionate and he carries me away from the door so that we don't end up making too much noise and waking the sleeping little monster.

Just as he is about to push me onto the couch, my cell phone rings loudly, and we both leap up and run towards it in panic.

"I forgot to put it on silent," I say in horror.

He's laughing, having managed to swipe to answer the call and silence the noise.

He hands me the phone. "It's your uncle," he mouths.

I press it to my ear. Uncle Giorgio is already talking.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" Uncle Giorgio repeats.

"I'm here. Hi," I say with laughter still on my lips as I look over towards Alexei.

"Hi, how are you guys? How is my little angel?" he asks warmly.

"I only just managed to get Elle to sleep. Goodness me, she's a handful. She was up and down all night last night, refusing to sleep. Or let me sleep."

"Ha. Don't think you weren't also a handful. Jeepers. I remember I used to have to watch you like a hawk when you were little. The moment you started to walk, you got into everything. Especially the fridge. I think the light fascinated you and all the colorful things in there. You would unpack all the shelves you could reach. Oh, and when you were older, you would drag a chair over to it and cause even more havoc."

Alexei can hear Giorgio though the phone because he speaks really loudly, and his eyes shoot wide, his mouth opening in fake shock. "You were a terror too," he whispers. "Our daughter is doomed." Now he's laughing.

I chase him away because he's distracting me and making me laugh while I'm trying to talk to my uncle.

He disappears into the kitchen and I hear the coffee machine turn on. I sit down on the sofa, stretching my legs out, resting my feet on the coffee table and leaning back comfortably. Dammit, I really am so tired. Last night was a long one. I hope tonight is easier.

"So, when do I get to see Elle? She seems to grow so much in such a short time. I don't want to miss anything. Why did you guys have to move all the way out there to the forest? It's like you're trying to run away from the city."

I grin. "Actually, that's exactly what we were trying to do. Elle can grow up surrounded by trees and nature. It's beautiful out here. We couldn't dream of a better place to live."

Uncle Giorgio sighs loudly. I've had this exact conversation with him a number of times since Alexei and I officially moved into our forest home. It's the happiest I've ever been, living here with him. My life is beautiful.

"Yes, yes, but I want to see my granddaughter," he complains.

"It's really not that far to drive out here if you want to visit. It's not like we are on another continent. Are you coming to the dinner tomorrow night?"

"Of course, I'm looking forward to it," he says.

"Then you can see Elle tomorrow. How have you been otherwise?"

"I bought her the cutest little Mercedes replica car. It's tiny. And pink. It actually drives. She can drive it."

"Uncle Giorgio, she is way too young for a toy like that. She won't be able to play with that for another few years."

"I don't care. I had to get it. It was just too amazing. She's going to love it."

"I'm sure she is."

We chat for a little longer, then Alexei comes through carrying two cups of coffee. I drink less tea lately. It's one of the things that has changed since I became a parent. Coffee gets me through some very long days—I just have to plan my coffee around the feeding times.

After the call with Giorgio ends, I sit down on the couch next to Alexei.

"I'm so tired," I mumble, leaning against him.

He reaches down and pulls my feet onto his lap. "Lean back. Yes, like that."

I lean onto the sofa and sip my coffee, closing my eyes as he massages my feet, pressing hard into my soles and relaxing me almost instantly.

***

The following evening, we have a dinner party with his family at Oleg's house. It is the usual chaotic, noisy, fun evening that it always is.

His brothers are laughing loudly. Anya has stolen Elle from me and has her cradled in her arms as she coos softly over her. His entire family adores that little girl, and I have never once felt alone raising her. Obviously, I have Alex by my side, but I also have a bundle of other support from his siblings, their wives and my uncle.

Tonight I am taking a little breather while Anya gets to spend time with my little angel.

Alexei comes up behind me and pulls me up against his chest. I lean my back against him.

"Hey, gorgeous. You look familiar. Do I know you?" he whispers.

"Mm. I don't know. I think I would have remembered if I'd met you before."

He chuckles. "Well, if you aren't doing anything right now, I was wondering if I could tear your panties off with my teeth and fuck you from behind in front of a mirror while I watch you enjoy every thrust of my cock into your pussy."

Instantly I feel heat flood between my legs. I put my hand behind my back, between our bodies, and grab his cock, which is already growing hard.

"Hey, hang on, wait—" He laughs, trying to move away from my hand.

"They will see," he says sounding worried.

"Well, then, I guess we'd better go and deal with the—issue." I grin and his face becomes dark with mischief.

He walks backwards, away from where everyone is standing around chatting, pulling me with him.

His cock is getting harder by the second.

When we are out of sight, he spins me around and lifts me into his arms, carrying me to the downstairs bathroom.

"Girl, you are asking for trouble, doing things like that," he growls, closing the door behind us.

"If I didn't want trouble, I wouldn't have married you," I smirk.

"Mm." He steps towards me and grabs me, pulling at my jeans.

I stand on my tiptoes, kissing him deeply as he pulls my pants down, then spins me around to face the mirror.

"Look at me," he growls, his eyes on mine in the reflection.

He is pulling his pants open, releasing his cock. I bite my lower lip, desperate to feel him thrust that monster cock inside me.

I arch my back towards him, pressing my ass cheeks against his erection.

He growls again.

Then he pulls my legs apart and dips his fingers inside me.

"You are always so wet for me, baby girl."

My heart beats faster, my skin tingling with anticipation.

He grabs his cock in his hand and presses against my back, bending me further over the countertop, then pushes his cock against my pussy.

He slides into me, spreading my pussy open, causing me to gasp with pleasure as he buries himself inside me.

"Be a good girl and don't make a sound, or I will stop."

"You wouldn't dare," I gasp in horror as he slowly slides in and out of me in controlled, mind-blowing thrusts.

He grins at me through the reflection of the mirror. Then he reaches forward, grabs a handful of my hair and slams his cock into me.

I bite back the scream of pleasure threatening to escape my lips.

He starts fucking me so hard and fast that I can barely stand.

I feel his fingers digging into my hip as he holds me steady, and his enormous cock fills me up over and over again.

We are both gasping and struggling to stay quiet when my legs start to shake.

My body is shivering in his embrace, and suddenly an orgasm slams into me at the same time he explodes inside me. He grips me tightly as pleasure engulfs us both.

I start giggling when I catch my breath, and he turns me around to face him.

"I love how naughty you are."

"I love how sexy you are."

"I guess we make the perfect team."

"I guess you're just perfect," he grins, planting kisses over my face.

We get dressed and Alexei straightens my hair before we return to the party, trying to act normal, like we didn't just sneak off like teenagers.

Alexei sits down on the outside chair and pulls me into his lap, kissing my neck.

"I mean it, you know."

"What do you mean?" I lean into his kisses.

"You really are perfect, Clara. I love you more than you will ever understand."

*****

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