“I need to make sure you can hit with your right hand. I don’t want you placing it against your wedding ring,” Aleksei says as I stare down at the brass knuckles he got me for my birthday.
I can’t help but warm inside. I didn’t really think he was going to get them for me, but I know he’ll do anything to make me happy. Even if that means giving me a weapon.
“My right hook is just fine,” I say, winking at him. He grunts, but I see the pull to one side of his lips and know he’s fighting a smile.
“Happy birthday, sweet Georgina.” He leans down, placing his mouth to mine in a soft kiss. His hand comes to rest on the little baby bump that has formed in the last few months. He can’t seem to keep his hands off it. I would be jealous if I didn’t have the same problem. “What does my angel want t
