Chapter 71

Ezra James Murphy was born at 8 pounds, 9 ounces after hours of labor and pushing. He was 21 inches tall. He was my chubby little baby. Viktor was a very proud father. In celebration, he and his men all smoked Stooges, which made me sick.

We brought Ezra home and placed him in the bassinet in our room until he slept through the night. I enjoyed the finest sleep of my life that night, dreaming of songbirds and diapers.

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I used a skin-to-skin carrier so my kid could eat whenever he wanted and my hands were free. I carried him around everywhere. With the advent of our new baby, we were in complete pleasure in all areas of our lives save one: the bedroom. Viktor couldn't comprehend how having a baby didn't make me feel sexually appealing. He was also becoming angry due to a lack of sex. With me and his soldiers, he'd snap at the drop of a hat. His training has now become his life. Trying to work off his rage. I used to be able to assist with this.

I felt it was hop