The nursery occupied the adjoining room, although calling it a nursery felt ridiculous when it was almost as large as Nikolai's old apartment. Not the one his father rented, but the luxurious one he bought after first becoming a hybrid.
Several maids had already gathered around the five children, but the moment their mothers entered, they stepped aside without complaint.
Nikolai paused in the doorway.
Nikita had three.
Even now, that occasionally felt impossible.
Viktoria was the loudest, kicking both legs while reaching towards her mother with tiny hands. Dhalia remained far calmer beside her, watching everything around her with enormous sleepy eyes. At the same time, Elizabeth seemed offended by the entire concept of waking up and merely scrunched her face beneath the blanket.
"Hehe... Mama's here."
The harsh little gangster who threatened people without hesitation disappeared completely whenever Nikita lifted her daughters.
