"My baby is back." That was the first thing I heard after stepping foot in my parent's house.
As I stepped into my parents' mansion, the air was crisp and cool, carrying a hint of fresh lilies from the grand entryway.
Pristine marble floors stretched out beneath me, gleaming under the soft glow of chandelier light.
The walls were adorned with abstract art in gold frames, each piece meticulously chosen, as if to reinforce the elegance of every corner.
Everything was immaculate, polished to perfection—from the towering mirrors to the custom furniture that looked as if it had never seen a single day of wear.
Before I could even utter a word I was engulfed in two warm arms that belonged to my mother " Hi, mom. I missed you so much."
Today, Dad and Damon's dad decided to ask the whole family to gather at my parents' house to have some family reunion or whatever they want to call it.
" Look at you, do you even eat enough? Where are your cute chubby cheeks? Damon, do you not feed my son?" I could not help but chuckle at the worry in my mother's tone as she called out Damon who had just stepped into the house after parking the car outside.
Every time I lose half a pound, my mother start scolding Damon for ' not feeding me well'.
Only if she knows how much he likes to cook for me and stuff me with food.
If it were not for the fact that I tell him I'm full and cannot eat anymore, I would have been five hundred pounds by now.
" Mom, I do feed him very well but he is stubborn and doesn't eat much." Damon complained with a smile on his face as he hugged my mom and kissed her cheek before hugging me and rubbing my stomach " His tummy is tiny."
My mom smiled at the sight of us standing there like lovebirds before inviting us in.
"Papa!" I called out the second I noticed my dad standing with Damon's dad.
Dad instantly turned around with a huge grin on his face, opening his arms for me and I did not hesitate to run into them " Moya zhizn! I missed you."
(Moya zhizn=моя жизнь= my life)
Dad has always called me 'my life', if I was spoiled, blame him.
" I missed you too, Dad," I replied, hugging my dad back.
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" Get off my husband, asshole!" That was Damon who annoyingly is yelling at his younger brother whom I'm cuddling on the couch.
Damon is sitting next to his dad, talking with our parents, while we are all having some tea and snacks and watching TV after we have lunch together.
Both my siblings are not home nowadays as they are studying abroad, but Damon has only one sibling and it's the cutest little boy ever.
His name is Xavier and he is only nine years old.
I have loved him so much since he was just three years old, which is why I grew an attachment to this little alpha in my arms, but I guess Damon doesn't like that very much.
I giggled and pulled Xavier's tiny body closer, and the latter smirked at his older brother as he stuck his tongue out to piss him even more " Niko is mine."
" Little piece of shit. Xavi if you don't get up right now…" Before Damon could finish his empty threat, his mom smacked his shoulder " Your language. And don't speak to your little brother like that, Damon."
Damon rolled his eyes and glared at Xavier who glared back at him and hugged me closer, making me laugh at their little fight.
" I'm going to marry Nikolai when I grow up." Xavier said, looking at Damon in challenge making all of us laugh except Damon who answered " Dream on, he is already married. Come here you little asshole. You think you can take my mate."
Xavier screamed and started running away while giggling when Damon attacked him and started running from him while laughing with him.
They are always like this and it's the most adorable thing ever.
I have always imagined how it would have been if we had kids, I imagined how Damon would be as a father how he would play with our pups, how he would fight them for my attention, and how I would fight them for his attention.
How it would be to witness their first shift, and how it would be to get them ready for school and do their homework with them.
A sigh left my lips, sadness and hopelessness aching my heart at the realization that this would never happen.
" Baby." I blinked, coming back to reality, Damon crouched next to me on the couch with Xavier in his arms.
I hummed to answer his call, he smiled caressing my cheek " Scoot over a little ."
I did and as usual, I ended up squeezed between Damon and Xavier.
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" Niko? Baby? Can you wake up for me?" I blinked, resisting the sleep that tasted so delicious at that moment.
I could hear Damon trying to wake me up while caressing my shoulder, my eyelids flickered open and I tried to blink away as much sleep as possible " I'm awake, moya lyubov."
(moya lyubov= моя любовь= my love)
" Baby, if you keep calling me this with that sexy Russian accent of yours, I don't think I can leave the house." I chuckled lazily after I heard Damon groaning.
He has always gotten smitten every time I say something in my mother tongue which is Russian.
" I need to go to work. I just wanted to tell you that I made your breakfast, you can heat it when you get up. Also, I wanted to have my 'good morning kiss' and my 'see you later kiss'." Damon spoke in a very serious tone, Yeah he does not joke about his morning or his see you later kiss.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down against me, his lips caressed mine softly before our mouths met into a kiss.
A peck…
Then a kiss… A deep delicious one.
" I love you, baby. I'll see you later." Damon whispered into my lips, pecking them one more time before covering my body with the blanket " Go back to sleep, my love… Or wait what was it… Moya… oh, yeah moya lyubov."
I chuckled at his attempt to speak Russian, he sounded so cute and sexy at the same time.
I don't even know how that's possible.
" I love you too, Moya Lyubov." I yawned, stretching before burying my face into Damon's pillow breathing in his pheromones.
I'm not working today, that's why I get to sleep as long as I want.
I could hear Damon starting his loud car in the garage and I could not help but get up and rush to the balcony to watch him drive out of the garage, sliding his window down to look at me.
I smiled at our stupid yet lovely ritual, every time he works in the morning and I don't, I always stand here to wave at him and watch him drive away.
He sent me a flying kiss, making my face blush, I waved at him then I watched him drive away with a smile on my face.
That smile slowly faded, I glanced at the door, this was my opportunity to go see what was in that basement and what Damon was hiding there.
I grabbed my phone to use the flashlight and rushed downstairs to the basement.