Ivan

After that morning, Amelia told me many stories from childhood to adulthood, and I understood why she had taken my method of revenge so well. I'd barely restrained myself from slapping that hateful woman after spending a few minutes in her company. She got shipped to an obscure asylum in Russia. The room she had in the shed would be the last ‘luxury' she would ever see.

I never told Amelia that I had made the Garrisons eat their own testicles. Once I had extracted all the information from them, I'd cut their tongues out. I used them as punching bags for most of my visits until their eyes begged for death. My wife knew about my family history and the illicit side of my business. I felt at peace knowing she accepted every part of me.

"Why are you in here brooding?"

I glanced up towards Amelia's voice as she walked into the library.

"I'm contemplating."

"About?" she asked as walked towards me.

I pulled her onto my lap.

"Why our baby is tormenting us."

She grinned, slipped her legs over mine and wrapped her arms around my neck. When I glanced down, her breasts were squashed up against my body.

The baby was two days late, clinging onto its mother, when we were so eager to meet him or her. I sighed and put one hand around her back and the other over her large belly. She rarely complained, saying she would miss the baby being inside of her even though she was as excited as me to meet him or her. I assured her that her womb wouldn't be empty for long.

She ran her hand through the top of my hair. As she swung her feet, my eyes caught her custom-designed diamond anklet. I loved seeing my merchandise draped on her. My hand lifted her dress up, and I caressed her legs.

"I think I should fuck you again. It might induce labour," I said, feeling my dick stir under her ass.

She opened her legs, and I slid my hand towards her hot pussy. She moved her mouth towards me, but she didn't kiss me. She licked my earlobe with the tip of her tongue.

"You close the door, and I will bend over the desk," she whispered.

"My dirty little Kitten," I said huskily and carefully slid her off my lap before I went to lock the door.

∞∞∞

This is how my son Lev ovich Maslow came into the world. He was named after my dedushka since it was my grandfather who started our family tradition of locking our women down, and he'd walked Amelia down the aisle on our wedding day.

"Oh, look at him, , isn't he perfect?" Amelia said without looking at me.

She caressed his plump, soft cheek with her finger.

"Absolute perfection," I said as I gazed at my beautiful, strong queen.

She was never a victim. She was a fighter. After almost fourteen hours of labour, which had left me traumatised, but as soon as she'd held Lev, it was all forgotten for her.

I sat beside her, content to wait my turn to hold my tiny son again. Lev was a healthy 8lb and 3oz's. The nurse had commented that he was long like me. I thanked God that Amelia came into my life. I couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else.

Amelia let out a long, contented sigh as she lay back on her mountain of pillows, and I stood up to take Lev from her.

"You rest. I have him," I told her as she nodded her head, but her eyes were already closing.

Lev was dressed in an all-white outfit since we didn't know if we were having a boy or a girl. He was fast asleep when I cradled him against me as I sat down again. I couldn't wait to bring them home. My time in the city was limited to two to three days since the Garrisons had been disposed of. I still had to contend with some overseas business, but where I could, I would be able to send Dima. I didn't want to miss my children's milestones, and my business came second to my family.

I reached out and held Amelia's hand while I cradled Lev. My world was in this room and I didn't care how it looked to the hospital staff by having Pavel and Maksim standing outside the door.

They were worth protecting at all costs.

∞∞∞

Amelia woke up to feed Lev during the night. I could feel her initial frustration as we struggled to get him to latch onto her breasts, but I'd been on my phone googling it all while she had slept. Once Lev got the hang of it, he suckled greedily, but as I watched them, it felt miraculous what a woman's body was capable of.

We left the hospital by early afternoon. Lev was in his car seat, and Pavel drove us home. When we got home, Lena was waiting in the doorway, and Misha came running to greet us. I proudly held Lev in one hand and wrapped my other hand around Amelia as we went into the drawing room.

Misha was excited to see us, and Amelia cooed to him as she petted him. He paused when I put the car seat on the floor, and we waited to see his reaction. I stroked his head as he sniffed close to Lev's feet before he backed away, causing Amelia to laugh.

"It's hard to believe that I thought he was going to eat me when I first met Misha," she said. "He looks scared of Lev."

Amelia sat on the couch with Lev by her feet. Misha came back and began sniffing Lev again, this time licking his face. When Lev waved his hands in protest, Misha licked his tiny hand. He turned to look at me before he sat in front of Lev. I knelt down to unbuckle Lev from his car seat. I knew Lena was desperate to hold him.

"Look at all that hair. He will look just like you," Lena said to me as she held her hands to her chest.

I paused to let Misha have a final sniff around Lev before I passed him to Lena. She sat beside Amelia, and I noticed that Misha was following Lev. Amelia was relaxed and smiled as Lena chatted away. Pavel was away checking in on the security team. Maksim came in and stood beside me.

"My congratulations, you have a fine son named after a formidable man," he said.

" Spasibo ," I said, thanking him. "My grandfather will be pleased with his name."

Lena passed Lev to Amelia as she stood up.

"I will make you some lunch. I doubt the hospital gave you anything worth eating," she said as she walked out of the room with Maksim following her.

Misha put his head on Amelia's lap and kept his face pressed against Lev's leg.

"I missed you, too, Misha," she said as she rubbed his head.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" I asked.

"Yes, can you move Lev's Moses basket into our room and perhaps let Misha stay close by for a little while? He seems clingy," she said.

He wasn't barking, growling or over-excited, so I nodded and picked up the bag we had taken to the hospital. We went up the staircase slowly. I knew it would take several weeks for Amelia to recover, but for now, I wanted her to rest and not worry about anything. If she wanted everything in our bedroom for now, then that's what I would do.

It wasn't long until I helped her change and get into bed. We left Lev lying in the middle of the bed, and Misha didn't jump up. He sat beside the bed, looking at us. When I fetched the Moses basket and set Lev down in it. Misha moved to sit beside the Moses basket before he lay his head down on the floor. Amelia smiled at him before she looked at me. She must have had the same thought as me.

God help anyone who tried to harm Lev .

I took my T-shirt off and joined Amelia in bed. I'd wanted her to get her rest in the hospital, and there was little chance I'd have fitted on the hospital bed with her. The need to hold my wife close to me took priority. She wasn't torn because I had remained diligent in massaging inside her pussy and stretching her out after a bath. Her eyes ran over my body, pausing over the tattoo. It felt like a meaningless, youthful mistake now, random patterns running from my neck downward. The ornate cross on my chest was the only one I didn't regret.

"I've not showered," I murmured as I moved beside her to pull her into my arms.

"I don't care," she said as she put her hand on my chest.

"You feed him and I will change him, Kitten. I want your body to heal so we can work on our daughter next," I said with a smile against her forehead before I kissed her.

Her hand moved away from my chest, and I felt her rub her stomach.

"It feels so strange that he is out," she said with sadness tingeing her voice.

I frowned momentarily.

"I told you that I would give you as many children as you wanted, Kitten."

"I love him so much. I don't understand how my mother could have been so—hateful," she whispered.

"It wasn't you, Kitten. She would have been like that with any child, she is an evil hag of a woman, and you don't need to worry about her," I said before making a mental note to make the old bitch suffer some more in the asylum that I'd placed her in.

"If she wasn't such an evil hag, we would never have met," I said, stroking her back. "You would have married some cockney bastard from Essex."

She laughed and softly kissed my chest.

"I love you, Maslow, and I want to have all your babies."

I kissed the top of her head. Inhaling the floral shampoo she had used in the hospital this morning.

"I love you, too, my dirty little Kitten. I will always give you what you need."

"Except for when I run up a staircase," she grumbled.

"Except for when you put yourself in harm's way," I said, correcting her.

We drifted off to sleep shortly after that. We were working around Lev's routine now, and it wouldn't be long before he needed another feed.