As you stirred, you became aware of the sound of your husband's raspy, deep voice speaking in a mix of Russian and English to your daughter. It brought a smile to your face as you awoke.

"Yes, my girl, your mama is my цветок, мой полевой цветок, свет моей жизни! And you, Liliya, are my драгоценный дочь, моя маленькая звездочка." Nikto rumbled quietly, clearly trying not to disturb you as he spoke to Liliya.

Nikto laid beside you, the quilt and comforter pushed down to his hips to show off his bare torso, scars unashamedly displayed, body thick with muscles and healthy layers of fat– you truly were lucky, weren't you?

As you turned to face him, Liliya babbled, sat on her father's chest. Nikto– as he always was while at home– was maskless, staring lovingly at his girl. Said girl pressed a messy kiss to Nikto's cheek. It warmed your heart how Lili had never once been scared or cried when seeing her father's features– if she had, you knew Nikto would've been heartbroken.

Upon seeing you were awake, Nikto grinned, scarred lips stretched wide. "Ah, мой подсолнух! You're awake. Look, Liliya, Mama is awake!" He said, making Liliya frog-blink and glance at you, gurgling happily with a wide, gum filled grin.