Chapter 20

A few months had passed now. It seemed so strange that I was 7 months pregnant now and Kirill and I were going to be married after the birth of our next child. Katarina was going to be turning two soon. I was so glad that Kirill was going to be here for her birthday.

We hadn't seen Jason for a while. I was hoping that he would come back to celebrate her birthday with us. But I doubt that was going to happen. I didn't think that Jason was that type of guy. I never remembered ever celebrating a birthday when I was younger.

Being an assassin changes people. You never remember having a good memory. I know I'm happy now, but I was never happy back then. Maybe they did something to mess with our brains when we were younger. I never want to tell my daughter about my past. But she'll have to know when she's older.

But what about Kirill? What will he tell her? Will he tell her why he wasn't there for two years of her life? Will he have the guts to tell her? I'm just glad that he'll be here for the birth of our second child. I just can't believe it's going to be a girl again.

That morning I got up early. Kirill was still and so was Katarina. I smiled and went downstairs. I wanted them to get some more sleep,but that didn't look like it was going to happen because about five minutes later Kirill came downstairs.

"Hi,"he said as he came over to me and kissed me on the cheek. He put his arms around my waste. "What are you doing down here by yourself?"

"I thought you could use more sleep."

He smiled and we embraced. "You need to get more rest."

"I'm fine."

"I'll get breakfast ready for you. You should go sit down."

"Kirill…I'm fine."

He kissed me on the cheek. "And I love you. But you do need some rest."

I sighed. "All right. I'll be right back Katarina's probably up."

"I'll go get her."

"Kirill…"

"I want to take care of you."

"And you've done enough for me. I can still take care of myself you know."

"I need to take care of you too. I'll go get her."

"Ok,"and I went into the living room and laid down on the couch. I picked up the picture beside the lamp and stared at it. I was nine years old in that picture. It was the only picture I had of when I was a kid.

About five minutes later Kirill put Katarina on the floor besides me and ran back into the kitchen to get me breakfast ready. About ten minutes later that was done. Soon the phone rang. Kirill came and picked it up.

I looked at his facial expressions as he talked on the phone and I knew something was wrong. He hung up about five minutes later.

"Who was that?"I asked

"I need to go,"he said as he tried to hurry out the door.

"Answer my question."

"I don't have time. I'll tell you when I get back." He kissed me and hurried out the door.

I thought about following him,but I knew that wasn't going to happen. And I couldn't leave Katarina here by herself. He did tell me what was up when he was came back. I just hoped that nothing bad had happened.