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Uncle Illya (Chapter 2)
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Getting out of the building was like running the gauntlet for Illya and Napoleon. The sight of the beautiful blond agent with a baby in his arms was almost too much for some of the women; who openly sighed as they approached. It irked Napoleon a little that the Russian was garnering so much attention. Admittedly though, Pyotr was getting more attention than his uncle. At any other time, none of the HQ staff would dare to take something from Illya without asking. It seemed, however, that all the rules were changed where a baby was concerned. Pyotr was plucked from the Russian’s grip and passed between the women in the corridor. Illya, against expectations, allowed it to happen; knowing that no harm would come to the child.
“What is it with women and babies?” He asked his partner, as Pyotr was cooed over.
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Getting out of the building was like running the gauntlet for Illya and Napoleon. The sight of the beautiful blond agent with a baby in his arms was almost too much for some of the women; who openly sighed as they approached. It irked Napoleon a little that the Russian was garnering so much attention. Admittedly though, Pyotr was getting more attention than his uncle. At any other time, none of the HQ staff would dare to take something from Illya without asking. It seemed, however, that all the rules were changed where a baby was concerned. Pyotr was plucked from the Russian’s grip and passed between the women in the corridor. Illya, against expectations, allowed it to happen; knowing that no harm would come to the child.
“What is it with women and babies?” He asked his partner, as Pyotr was cooed over.
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