Mikhail
Standing at the altar, I watch Maria walk down the aisle as if floating toward me on a cloud. She's breathtaking, and her face radiates love, a love that I also feel. Her big hazel eyes lock with mine. A lot has happened since I grabbed her from the streets of Manhattan.
I never gave myself time to think about love. But now, not only have I found it, but I will also have a child.
"She looks very beautiful," Rurik whispers. "Congratulations, Mikhail Ivanov."
My chest is filled with pride as she takes her place beside me. It's hard to take my eyes away from hers, but I do. I nod to Anton and Pavel, who move to stand beside me and Rurik, and then I nod to Mercy, who flashes me an unexpected and pleased-looking grin.
I realize that my old family may be gone, but today, I will crea
