Nikolai's eyes focused on the three tiny figures, his flesh and blood... each of them curled in their mothers' arms as she looked up at him with the most affectionate and wet eyes. He'd never seen Nikita look so... so beautiful and radiant before.
'They're my children, so cute and safe... they're all safe.'
He'd worried after learning that his birth carried complications and made his mother weak. Nikolai's hands reached out slowly hanging in the air before Nikita tilted her head with a seductive and motherly smile.
"Aren't they cute? Look at our children Nikolai. I'm so happy."
"Me too."
His heart thundered, beating faster than it did in any battle or danger.
Small, delicate and barely awake.
