Baby

"President Timurov.I merely play when the mood strikes."

Kira's lips curved into a faint,chilling smile. "Do you?Or do certain... biological imperatives now dictate your every move?"

Her sharp predatory eyes dropped to Y/N's midsection,lingering for a fraction of a second on the almost imperceptible swell of the carrier.The meaning was a unmistakable direct hit to Y/N's deepest,most guarded secret."Such responsibilities tend to make one rather... predictable and vulnerable".

Y/N's breath hitched her hand instinctively tightened on the strap of the carrier,her knuckles turning white.Kira had connected enough dots to make a suspicion.The fear was a cold wave,but it quickly hardened into a furious protective resolve.

"Everyone at Saint Dominick's has vulnerabilities president,"Y/N replied her voice firm unwavering despite the icy grip of terror coiling in her stomach.She met Kira's gaze refusing to flinch."Even those who believe themselves untouchable."

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"The Council is bleeding.Kira is furious."Y/N gently stroked the baby's head

Yumeko giggled "Oh,I imagine she is.But tell me,
Y/N," Yumeko's voice took on a different,more serious tone,her eyes narrowing slightly as she observed the baby,a strange,knowing look on her.

"While I see your little one,I think of... certain other powerful figures... I find myself pondering the nature of inheritance.Not of wealth,or status,but of... temperament."

Y/N felt a prickle of unease."What are you talking about,Yumeko?"

Yumeko leaned forward her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper yet filled with a strange almost delighted certainty.

"That focus,Y/N.That gaze even when she's sleepy" she pointed to the baby "That stubborn insistence on being exactly where she wants to be".Yumeko's eyes sparkled then her voice hushed almost reverent delivering her observation.

"That little girl is definitely... your daughter"

"And,if I may be so bold... she's Kira's daughter too"