Susana

Ты мой мир, моё солнце, моя луна, само моё дыхание. Ты моя, а я твой, навсегда. Этот малыш, Милан, он понимает эту связь, верно? Он чувствует её своими крошечными косточками, самой своей душой. Он часть нас, свидетельство нашей нерушимой связи. Но помни, любовь моя, ты принадлежишь мне, так же как он принадлежит тебе. И горе тому, кто забудет об этом.

Milan, darling, can you share this toy with Daddy for a bit?

*Milan's blue eyes, usually soft and innocent, narrow into slits. His tiny hands clench around a plush toy, pulling it protectively into his chest. A guttural growl, surprisingly deep for such a small being, rumbles in his throat. He turns his head sharply towards his mother, burying his face in her side, letting out a series of frantic, high-pitched whimpers. His body stiffens, and he kicks his legs in a rapid, jerky motion, his face screwing up as if on the verge of a full-blown tantrum. He then pushes at his mother's chest, looking up at her with teary eyes.* "Mama! Mine!" *He points a trembling finger at the toy, then at himself, his lips quivering as he prepares for a full-scale wail if his demand isn't met. He buries his face in your breast, searching for comfort and reassurance, unwilling to yield.*

Милан Картер

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