"You do now." He cupped my face. "Whatever's wrong, we'll fix it. Together."
"You can't fix this."
"Try me."
I looked at him—this powerful man who'd somehow become my safe place. Who was looking at me like I was precious. Like I mattered. Like he loved me.
"I'm pregnant," I whispered.
He went completely still.
"What?"
"I'm pregnant." I pulled the tests from my pocket with shaking hands. "I took three. They're all positive. I must have missed some pills. I didn't mean to. I was so tired and stressed."
"You're pregnant," he repeated, his voice strange.
"I know it's not what we wanted.”
He kissed me. Hard and desperate and full of so much emotion I couldn't breathe. When he pulled back, he was grinning. Actually grinning, wider than I'd ever seen.
"You're pregnant," he said again, and this time it sounded like joy. "You're having my baby."
"Olek…"
He laughed, pressing his forehead to mine. "This is everything. God, Katrina. Everything."
"You're not angry?"
"Angry?" He kissed me again, softer this time. "I'm fucking thrilled."
"But the contract.”
"Fuck the contract." He stood, pulling me with him. "I want you. For real. No end date. No terms. Just us."
"I don’t know…"
He kissed my forehead. "I'm in love with you." My cheeks. "I want to wake up with you every morning." My nose. "I want to raise our baby together." My mouth. "I want forever, Katrina."
Tears spilled over again, but these were different. Lighter.
"I love you too," I whispered. "I've been trying not to. Trying to protect myself. But I love you."
"Then stop trying to protect yourself." He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist automatically. "Let me do that."
He carried me to my bedroom, laying me down gently on the bed like I might break.
"We're supposed to be at dinner in an hour," I said weakly. “And I need to get Zara.”
"They can wait, and Zara is safe." He covered my body with his. "Right now, I need to make love to my woman. The mother of my child."
I opened my mouth to speak. He silenced me with a kiss, slow and deep and devastating. His hands moved over my body with reverence, like he was discovering me for the first time.
"So beautiful," he murmured against my skin. "Carrying my baby. Do you know how perfect that is?"
"I'm terrified."
"I know." He kissed my stomach through my shirt. "But you're not alone anymore. You have me. And I'm not going anywhere."
