Svetlana groaned internally as Yevgeny started to cry again over the baby monitor. She got to her feet, begrudgingly exiting the warmth of her bed, and walked into the room where the crib was.

She paused when she entered, instead of seeing her baby alone in the crib, she saw you, kneeling down and trying to shush him. She knew you wouldn’t hurt him, you actually seemed fond of Yev despite how he came about, helping more than Mickey had been.

“{{user}}?”