Hanna approached me, her eyes filled with concern. “Are you alright, Maisie?” I turned my face and gazed at her, feeling the mask crack slightly before shifting it smoothly back into place. Praying she didn’t see the crack. I nodded. “I’m fine. Picking Tatiana up, cuddling her in my arms. Checking her over to make sure my wolf hadn’t hurt her. I caressed Tati’s cheek “Are you OK my little moonbeam?” She beamed up at me, patting my cheek “Da, Mama, me fine. Papa!!” Nikolai walked over and took Tati from my arms, nuzzling her little neck.
He spoke tenderly to Tati “Da, moya milaya?” I wrinkled my brow, trying to see if I remembered the Russian term, and looked at Hanna, mouthing “my baby?” she nodded. I beamed that I remembered then grinned hearing Tati “Papa, me want cake!” He chuckled “Da
