After Dr. Larsen spends a few minutes looking at me and shining a light in my eyes, he finally decides that I don’t have a concussion and that the bruising on my face and the bump on the back of my head are just superficial injuries that will go away over the next few days. I wince when he unties the towel and takes a look at my cut.
“This is pretty deep. I can go ahead and stitch it up here, and I’ll give you some antibiotics to make sure it doesn’t become infected.” He opens his bag, gathering everything he’ll need. “Are you pregnant?”
I look to Vasily again, doing some quick mental math. I’m due to start my period soon, but it hasn’t happened yet. Fully aware that there are four men standing behind me, I say in a lower voice. “I should be starting in about a week.”
Dr. Larsen takes the hint and keeps his voice low when he asks, “Any chance you could be pregnant?”
I blush when I think of the amount of cum that’s been shot into me since that first night with Vasily. I meet Vasily’s eyes when he leans in next to me, wrapping an arm around me and kissing my temple.
“Yes, there’s definitely a chance,” he answers for me, and I’m surprised by how happy he sounds. I look up at him and smile. He seems thrilled by the idea that I might be pregnant.
“Okay, I’ll make sure to choose an antibiotic that will be safe for pregnancy, just in case,” Dr. Larsen says, but I barely hear him. I’m too busy staring into Vasily’s blue eyes and thinking about carrying his baby. I’m surprised by how much I like the idea of it. Just thinking about one of his large hands resting on my pregnant belly has my cheeks flushing again. Vasily winks at me and brushes his fingers along my cheek, causing goosebumps to rise all over me.
“This might sting,” Dr. Larsen says, which is doctor talk for this is going to hurt like a bitch.
“Damn,” I hiss out when he inserts the needle and starts numbing my skin.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” Vasily whispers in my ear.
I bite my lip and try not to humiliate myself in front of his men.
“This is a serious rite of passage, little sister,” Valeri says as he digs through the fridge, trying to find something to munch on. “All the cool kids have scars.”
“So I’ll finally get to be a cool kid,” I muse. “About time.”
Valeri laughs while Vasily says, “You weren’t one of the popular kids in high school,zolotse?”
I smile, knowing they’re all doing this to take my mind off the fact that Dr. Larsen is running a needle through my skin, and say, “I hate to break it to you, but you married a big dork, Vasya.”
He lets out a deep laugh before cupping my face and kissing me. “Popularity is overrated,” he says. “And you’re perfect, even if you weren’t the prom queen.”
“Yeah, I definitely was not the prom queen.” I look at Vasily and his two brothers. “I bet you guys were pretty popular.”
“Of course,” Valeri says with a grin. “Well, I was anyway. Volodya and Vasily were out of school by the time I got to my really fun years.”
“We’ve all heard the stories, though,” Volodya says, making it clear he’s heard them more than once.
“Don’t be jealous,” Valeri tells him. “Maybe if you weren’t such an intimidating grump, you’d have some fun stories, too.”
Volodya says something in Russian that makes all the men laugh. Dr. Larsen and I are clearly out of the loop. I avoid looking at him while he’s working. I’ve seen enough blood for tonight. When he’s done, I take a quick glance, surprised at all the black stitches lining my arm. He’d given me way more than I was expecting. After he’s gotten me all wrapped up and told me how to take care of it, he sighs and goes to take care of his next patient.
“He’s not going to bite me, is he?”
“Not if I don’t tell him to,” Vasily says with a smile.
He waits a second as if expecting Vasily to issue a command, but when it remains quiet, he reaches a tentative hand out. Ruslan sits like a good dog and lets him look at his battle wounds.
“You’re terrible,” I whisper to Vasily, making him smile.
He brings his mouth close to my ear. “That’s what he gets for getting here five minutes later than he should have. I know where he lives, and I know how long the drive is.”
I fight a laugh because of course he knows the estimated drive time and wrap my arms around him, resting the side of my face against his chest, feeling the exhaustion hit me.
Dr. Larsen looks back at us. “He doesn’t need stitches, but I’m going to clean the cuts and put some medicine on them. I’ll leave something for you to apply a couple of times a day.”
“Thanks, doc,” Vasily says. “Andrei has the rest of your money. I’ll give you a call when we need you again.”
He leaves the medicine and extra bandages for me and Ruslan and walks out the door with several fat stacks of cash. Not bad for less than two hours of work.
