Page 154 of Married to My Sis’s Bratva Fiancé

"What is it?"

She frowned, clearly pissed I didn't get it right away. "Us."

"Why am I black?"

"'Cause Daddy always wears black."

"Why is Mommy hazel?"

"Mommy's eyes are that color."

Elena crouched beside another kid, guiding his hand on the brush. She wore an old shirt smeared with paint, focused and quiet.

She'd made New York see her—then she still chose to teach a kid who couldn't pay.

Heat spread through my chest. "Then why are you yellow?"

"Because I'm the brightest."

At three, Tanya had grown up loved. She didn't hunch her shoulders waiting for permission. She didn't feel guilty for wanting things.

Elena had done that.

And I hadn't broken my promise.

"It looks perfect."

Tanya shoved the paper into my hands. "Hang it in the study."

"There's no empty wall in the study."

She stared me down. Big eyes like her mother's, but the look was pure Morozov—no negotiation.

"Fine. Daddy'll figure it out."

"Looks like your territory shrank again," Elena said as she came up behind me.

I stood, my hand settling at her waist like it belonged there. "Nothing matters more than our daughter's art."

"You've got one room left."

"Still got the bedroom."

My thumb traced slow circles along her waist. Her breath hitched, a faint flush rising in her cheeks. "The kids are right here."

Her spine shivered. She shot me a glare, but that familiar heat burned in her eyes. When she was younger, she'd buried her want so deep it almost swallowed her whole. Now she still blushed—but she didn't back down.

"Mommy." Tanya tugged Elena's shirt. "Grandpa's here."

Seamus stood in the doorway, holding a pink box that didn't match his hard face at all. His hair was whiter than at the wedding, the lines in his face deeper. Once, he'd walked into any room and searched for who could bring the family value. Now his gaze skipped everyone and landed straight on Tanya.

"Grandpa!"

Tanya barreled into him. Seamus bent and scooped her up, letting an expensive suit take a bright yellow handprint.

"I brought you a gift."

"Mommy said not every day."