Nikolai
“Papa”
Kira barrels into my open arms as soon as she sees me standing in the private terminal, her little legs moving so fast that, for a second, I worry she might trip.
“Pomedlenneye, moya malen'kaya printsessa. (Slow down, my little princess) I say, picking her up and kissing the crown of her head when she gets to me.
She squeals and giggles while trying to free herself from my grip but I don't let her go.
I've missed my daughter more than I want to admit. These last couple of days have been the longest she's gone without seeing me, and although we've done a lot of face timing, nothing compares to this moment. Having her in my arms once again.f
She wriggles in my embrace, her little hands pushing playfully against my chest. "Papa, you're squeezing me too tight!" she protest
