Second Best (Volkov Bratva 1)

I was that fucking possessive of her. She was all mine. I didn’t share. There were times it was a struggle to share her with our kids.

Aurora collapsed to the bed. “It hurts.” She cried out.

“I know. I know. You’ve got this, babe. You’ve got this. I love you so damn much.” A day never went by that I didn’t tell her how I felt.

After all the shit with Cara, I’d learned my lesson. There was no room to wait. Aurora could have been taken from me, and I made sure I never took a single moment for granted. My life was devoted to this woman.

Aurora gripped my hands and squeezed, pushing our baby out. I heard the screams, and I kissed my wife’s head, staring at her.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She sighed. “Yeah, I’m okay.” She turned to kiss my knuckles. “Are you?”

She knew watching her in labor was always a struggle for me. The first time, I’d nearly killed her male doctor and the tension in the room hadn’t been great, which was why I requested, no, demanded, a female doctor. Also, most of the staff had to be female.

My wife smiled at me.

“I’m good.”

I hated when men talked to my woman. All her life she’d been passed over, treated like she was second best, but to me, I knew the truth. She was first, the best, and now, she was all mine. Others already had their chance. I wasn’t giving her back.

Our baby girl was given to us, and I looked down, falling in love all over again. Our children were a fucking joy. I’d never wanted to be a dad. After only knowing pain and rejection from my own father, I’d vowed never to be one myself, but Aurora gave me the strength to be a better person.

“I guess you’re right,” Aurora said.

I chuckled. “About what?”

“My body does follow your orders.”

I kissed the top of her head. “I love you, and I don’t care if it’s a boy or girl. I just want you both to be healthy.”

It was a good thing I told her that, as within two years, she gave birth to another boy, and now, I had to figure out what to name him.

The End