“Kiska,” I whisper, cupping her face and sliding my hand down the arm that’s still behind her back. My heart is racing when I slowly bring it in front of her. I see the two pink lines, but I don’t have the slightest fucking clue what that means. “Two lines? What’s that mean?”
Her smile grows as she jumps in my arms. “It means you’re about to be a daddy.”
I laugh and bring one hand down to rest on her stomach. “Really? You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.” She cups my face, studying my reaction. “Are you really happy? I mean, this has got to be a lot for a guy who swore he never wanted this kind of life.”
“That was before I met you,kiska. I want everything with you.” I laugh and kiss her. “A baby,” I whisper against her lips, and then I let out a groan. “You’re going to look so sexy pregnant.”
The images that flood my brain have me rock-hard in seconds. I’m not going to waste a single second of this pregnancy, starting right now. She laughs when I carry her back to bed.
“I only get nine months, sweetheart.”
“Eight, actually. I’m guessing I’m at least a month into this.”
“Then there’s definitely no time to lose.” I kiss her stomach, nuzzling my nose against her soft skin. “I’m going to worship your body through every stage of this pregnancy, sweetheart.”
“Even when I’m so big I can’t see my feet?”
I groan at the image. “Especially then,kiska.” I kiss a line along her stomach, amazed at the life that’s growing inside her, a life that we created. If she thought I was protective before, she’s in for one hell of a surprise because everything’s just been magnified by a thousand.
She runs her hands through my hair, moaning when I start to unbutton her pants. “I love you, Volodya,” she whispers, arching her ass up for me so I can pull her jeans down.
“I love you too, baby.” I hover my mouth over her wet slit. “And I’m about to show you just how much.”
“Don’t forget we have a flight to catch,” she warns with a laugh.
I run my tongue up her pussy, groaning when the taste of her hits my tongue. “It’s a private jet,kiska. It leaves when we say it does. Now be a good girl and come all over your husband’s face.”
The moan she gives brings a smile to my lips right before I slide my tongue into her, fully intent on devouring every damn inch of her. I quickly lose myself in my wife—the woman who brought me to my knees and became my entire world.
Epilogue
Maddie
One Year Later
“Oh my god, do you think you packed enough?”
I laugh and eye the stuffed SUV Volodya bought so we’d have a more family friendly vehicle option. He keeps the Camaro in pristine condition, though, and already talks about how he’s going to give it to Misha on his sixteenth birthday. I’m a firm believer that everyone should have a beater car for their first year or two of driving, because teenagers are dumb enough as it is. You don’t need to add a gorgeous muscle car to the potent mix that is a teenage boy. Every time Volodya brings it up, I just smile and tell him we’ll talk more about it when Misha’s older.
I eye the bags of supplies, the bouncy seat, and the folded up stroller. “It’s just a trip to Vasya’s for a couple of hours. My guess is Misha will sleep through most of it.”
“Don’t make fun of me,kiska. I just want to make sure he has everything he needs.”
I wrap my arms around his firm waist, resting my head on his chest. I breathe in the scent of him, smiling when his strong arms come around me and he kisses the top of my head. “Your mom and Boris should be here any minute. Do you need anything else from inside?”
“Nope. I have everything I need,” I say, giving him a tighter squeeze.
“Me too, baby.” He returns my tight hug and then laughs when Misha lets out a big yawn. He’s already strapped in his car seat, watching us with his big eyes that are the same exact whiskey-brown shade as his daddy’s.
“He’s so beautiful,” Volodya whispers, reaching out to run his finger over our son’s hand, smiling when he quickly grabs onto it, squeezing his daddy’s finger and kicking his feet out.
“He is,” I agree, my heart so full of love for my family that it doesn’t seem possible that one body can contain it all. “He’s perfect.”
“Is my grandbaby in there?”
I look up at the sound of my mom’s excited voice. She’s been done with her treatments for a few months now, and her doctor said she’s cancer free and has no reason to believe it won’t stay that way. Boris beams down at her as she releases his hand so she can run and take a quick peek at Misha. They eloped six months ago, surprising everyone, but my mom said that with all the cancer stuff, she was sick of being in the spotlight. She just wanted a quiet ceremony with little fuss and just the two of them. As a wedding gift, we added a few rooms onto the cabin so they could keep living there and be more comfortable. I know how much it means to her to see Misha grow up, and I love having her so close.
