It was dark when I arrived home, grabbing the bags of food and waving away Ivan’s help as I did so. “I promised my wife dinner,” I told him. “I intend to honor that request.”
Ivan grinned. “Of course, pakhan.”
Vera hovered at the doorway as she always seemed to do. “Is there anything I can do for you and Mrs. Kirilenko? Perhaps plate the food properly?”
“Take the night off,” I told her as I started up the stairs. “I don’t wish to be disturbed.”
Naomi was lying in bed when I pushed her door open and set the food on the coffee table in front of the sofa before crossing the room, taking a moment to look at her while she slept. I would do any fucking thing to protect her, to make her happy.
That was all that mattered.