yup!
Anatoliy was silent for a few moments after her apprehensive words. It was just to truly be sure, to be positive that he would accept the bastard's spawn as his own. Perhaps it was best to stop calling them that. When they were born, he would gladly call him her children, and his. But he was also certain she would be fine after they were born. It could not possibly be that she would die. It just did not make any sense. Best to not believe in something so outlandish and terrible. Then it was less likely to come true.
He gave a weak smile and pressed his head against hers for a few moments. Pulling away, he said, "I vould. As much as I don't like zhere fazher.. I can't zhrow zhem out. Besides, a child is zhe product of zhe parents." His face hardened. "And zhat man is not a parent." Anatoliy stared at the wall again, mind racing through his morals. "I could tell zhem zhey were mine. Zhey vould not need to know. If zhat is vhat you vant."
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