Chapter 169

• My breath caught in my throat, and I had to force myself to breathe. But to do that, I first had to take my eyes off how perfecthewas and let my gaze drift over to our sleeping boy.
• “What are we going to name him?”
• Timur sat on the edge of my bed and moved his shoulders, his broad back facing me. “I haven’t thought of it. But I’ve always liked Matvey. When I was younger, my cousin and I faked names at clubs to trip the ladies. Matvey always worked for me.”