I grab my phone and text him.Can you come here?
I’m on my way.
I smile at his instant reply. No asking questions, no making me wait or telling me he’ll get away when he can, just an instant pushing aside of everything else because he knows I need him. I’m still smiling when I hear the bedroom door open.
“Is everything okay?” he asks, walking to the bathroom. He sees me standing frozen by the counter, but he can’t see the pregnancy test. “Zaichik, what’s wrong?”
He crosses the room, neither one of us has gotten dressed yet, so he’s in jeans and a T-shirt, and I’m still in the robe I put on after my shower. He looks worried, but I’m still wearing the smile that apparently is going to be stuck there all day. Cupping my face, he looks down at me and kisses me softly.
“Did my little bride-to-be just give me a booty call?” he asks with a very amused smile playing at his lips. “Because I’m more than willing to give you what you need, sweetheart.”
I laugh when he picks me up and sets me on the counter. “It’s more like I just got some really big news and wanted to share it with you.”
He lifts a brow at that and studies my face. When I hold up the pregnancy test, he looks at it like he can’t believe what I’m showing him.
“Is that what I think it is?” he whispers, and his beautiful face looks so damn hopeful and excited that I feel tears threatening to spill over. I nod my head yes.
“A baby?” he asks, his voice a whisper in the large bathroom, and when he slowly opens my robe and bends down to kiss my stomach, I give up the fight and let the tears fall, too damn happy to keep them in. “Hello, baby,” he whispers against my skin. “I already love you so much.” He kisses a line across my stomach with such tenderness that by the time he looks up, I’m a blubbering mess.
His face softens as he stands. Dragging his fingers along my jaw, he smiles and says, “You’ve made me happier than I ever thought possible, sweetheart. Today is already the greatest day of my life because you’re about to become my wife, and now you tell me I’m going to be a daddy.”
I’ve never seen his face so lit up before. The tough Bratva boss is grinning and showing me his big softie side again. I laugh and wrap my arms around him. The kiss he gives me is sweet and hungry, and it quickly turns into more. With a groan he slips his hands inside my robe, running them over my naked body while I make quick work of his jeans.
“We’re breaking a lot of wedding-day traditions here,” I remind him as he kisses a line down my neck.
“I don’t give a fuck. I need to be inside you, baby.”
He grabs onto my hips and scoots me to the edge of the counter, and as soon as I free his cock, he brings his lips to mine and slides into me, both of us groaning when he’s fully inside me.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers against my lips.
I smile because it’s only been since last night, but I know exactly what he means because I feel the same way. Giving his bottom lip a soft suck, I run my hands through his hair and pull him closer. We know we need to be quick, but Mikhail never rushes sex, not in the way that matters. He wraps one strong arm around me and keeps a tight grip on my hips with the other, sliding in and out of me in a rhythm that has me clinging to him and whimpering against those talented lips of his.
“Come for me, sweetheart. I want to see my pregnant fiancée come all over my cock.”
His voice is strained and sexy as hell, and when he circles his hips, delving in deeper and hitting my clit right where I need him to, I let go with a scream that he quickly muffles with a kiss. When I clench even tighter around him, he gives a deep groan and lets go, joining me so we can come together.
“I guess that white dress is a bit of a lie,” I say with a soft laugh when I can speak again. He smiles and cups my face, kissing me gently.
“It’s an antiquated tradition anyway.”
“It is,” I agree, knowing there was no way in hell I ever would’ve been able to keep myself chaste while around him. I run my fingers under his shirt so I can feel the abs that I love so much while he stays buried inside me. No, this is way more fun than being celibate.
He pulls out with a sigh and then warms a washcloth before gently cleaning me up. As he’s washing me, his hand freezes and he looks up at me.
“How far along do you think you are?”
Even without the furrowed brow and worried look in his eyes, I know exactly what he’s thinking.
“I’m guessing about six weeks.” I stop him before he can say anything. “The baby’s fine, Misha. We’re both fine.”
He sighs and rests his head in my lap, softly stroking the stomach that’s going to be expanding with each passing week.
“You were pregnant when he took you,” he finally whispers. “He did all of that to you while you were pregnant with our baby.”
I run my hands through his hair before lightly stroking the side of his face. “I was probably only a few days pregnant, Misha. We can make an appointment for right after the wedding to get fully checked out, but I know the baby’s fine. I can just feel it.”
He kisses my stomach and nods his head. “I would never survive if something were to happen to either one of you.”