Yuri blinked.
"Me…? A Godfather?"
"Yeah?" Adeline straightened up and turned to face him. "Why? You don't want to?"
"No, that's not it."
He shook his head.
"I just didn't think you'd want me to be."
"Why not?" She chuckled. "You're the most responsible if you of course include Nikolai and Roman—"
"We heard that, Mrs. Adeline." The voice belonged to Nikolai.
Following behind him was Roman who seemed equally offended. He asked, "How is Yuri more responsible than me? Besides, why does he get to be the Godfather?"
"Yeah, why does it? Seems pretty unfair," Nikolai tried to hide it, but the hurt on his face was clear.
Roman folded his arm. "I should be the Godfather. I mean, the kiddo is my nephew." He blinked. "Well, niece or nephew. I don't know if it'll be a boy or a girl. But still."
Yuri slapped a palm over his face. "You two really can't let me have anything, can you?"
"Not really," Roman responded.
