My God, how I love that look. It makes me want to bear Dmitri’s babies again and again and again just so I can see it a million times. “I—You—We—Fucking hell, how long have you known?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer before he pulls me into his arms and lifts me off my feet to spin us both around in a circle. It’s still cold out and Mitchell still resents me and my sister is gone and a million and one other problems await us in the future. But for right now, right here, life is perfect. Not a damn thing out of place.
