Ivan Fourteen Years Later

I decided nine was my lucky number, but I still felt a little depressed since I'd had my vasectomy, but neither of us could be trusted with contraception. We were both as bad as one another.

"Maybe we were hasty for this one being our last one," Amelia said as she panted and squeezed my hand.

I scowled at her.

"I'm not reversing the vasectomy," I said indignantly. "My dick is not something you can toy with."

I heard the doctor stifle a laugh, and Amelia slapped her hand over her mouth.

"Ten does sound better than nine," Dr Collins said.

My head whipped around towards the doctor. She had delivered seven of our nine babies, but it didn't give her the right to comment on our children.

"Don't kill her with your glare. She is joking," Amelia said as the contraction wore down.

Perhaps I was feeling a little sensitive since I would turn fifty this year. When I glanced at Amelia, everything melted away. She was more beautiful now than when we first met. She had given me eight beautiful children, more than I could have dreamed of.

I leaned over her, kissed her damp forehead, and rubbed our last baby girl. I felt guilty as I'd constantly wished for a daughter this time, but I was over the moon when we found out we would have a daughter mark the last of our children. I indulged them all, and I could be hard when required, but having a baby daughter to dote on as I turned fifty was another blessing bestowed upon me.

I grew my diamond empire on an international scale and got out of the money laundering business without any repercussions. My reputation was enough for the unsavoury type of clientele I'd kept to keep their distance. We had two governesses and several tutors due to the different curriculum stages the children were in.

Amelia didn't have a good experience at school. She refused to send our children to a private school or a boarding school. I'd purchased land that joined our estate and built stables, a miniature school with a sports hall and swimming pool. My men's children joined ours, and as a result, we had amazing children surrounding us.

I'd promised to give her anything she wanted, and I would continue to do so until my dying breath.

"I will if you want me to, Kitten," I said softly as I pulled away from her.

Her green eyes pooled with unshed tears. I watched them drip down her dark eyelashes. She sniffed a few times before she shook her head. She opened her mouth to speak, but her face tightened in pain.

"Breathe through it, Kitten," I said quietly.

The discomfort of watching her give birth was never pleasant. I had zero willpower when it came to her begging me for my cum. I was like a moth to a flame. Each time, I'd said never again until I stopped fooling myself. My obsession never wore off. It only thrived and overflowed to our children.

When Misha died four years ago, Amelia had been inconsolable, and the children hadn't been any better. With each baby we'd brought home, Misha became a babysitter and protector to them. He had loved his tiny humans. I'd sworn we wouldn't get another dog, but we had three of them.

Amelia's rapid panting snapped me out of my thoughts, and I reached for the cloth soaked in chilled water, squeezed it with my free hand, and wiped her brow. The contractions were coming harder and faster. My stomach lurched at the thought of meeting our daughter. We had five sons and three daughters at home who were waiting for us.

"You know the drill, Amelia. You're doing great," Dr Collins said as she peered between her legs. The head is almost out."

I kissed Amelia's hand and went to take a look.

"She looks bald, but she has your hair, Kitten," I said with a grin before I rushed back to her side.

"Hold on until I tell you," Dr Collins said.

"You can do this, our last baby, Kitten. I love you so much," I said as I took her hand again, but I felt a thick lump in my throat.

Her face was red from exertion, but she didn't need to say a word. Her eyes said it all.

"Push now, as hard as you can," Dr Collins called out.

I saw the sheer determination on Amelia's face as she cried out and pushed with everything she had.

Moya zhestokaya koroleva .

My fierce queen .

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Amaliya Sophia Maslow was born at seventeen minutes past eleven on a sunny morning. My final princess weighed a healthy 7 lbs and 5 oz. She was going to look like her sister Anya unless she got her mother's green eyes.

Amelia sighed as she held her.

"I want to go home. I want to be with the children."

I nodded and stood up to make it happen. As soon as I could get her checked out, we were gone. I stepped outside and saw Dima, and he shook my hand.

"Congratulations again," he said as he let go of my hand to give me a bear hug. "I don't know how you have the stamina."

I chuckled and slapped his back. We were both greying now, but between Pavel and Maksim, we all egged one another on while we worked out. Lev was beginning to get interested in our gym, and I helped him start out. He was tall, but he felt self-conscious about how slim he was. My boy was quiet but fiercely protective of his siblings.

"She wants to get out of here. Can you grab Dr Collins?"

"She gave birth two hours ago," he said with a frown.

I shrugged my shoulders.

"What she wants, she gets," I said.

"She must have your babushka's spirit," he said as he walked away, shaking his head.

I smiled and hoped my grandparents were looking over us. I walked back into our private room in the hope that Amelia would stop hogging Amaliya.