Pregnant with the Mafia's twins
he asked, seeing the surprise in her eyes as
they widened just a little more. “It’s not like her mother was ever good at the job. She ignored Sofia. She wouldn’t feed her, cuddle her, or spend time with her. I did all of that.” He’d never told a soul, not even his own father, what his first wife had been like. She’d hated Sofia from the moment she came out of the womb. Time didn’t heal anything. Dmitry had done the hard work. While his wife had hated their child, he’d loved Sofia the moment he saw her. He’d known there would be disappointment because she was a girl, but he’d loved her instantly.