“Anton?”
“Hmm?”
I hesitate, thinking about my father’s Bratva, or what’s left of it. What that could mean for Anton, if anything. “Are we really safe?”
His smile fades a little. “You mean, you and the baby?”
I nod.
“No one will touch you,Devushka. Not ever again. Not as long as I live.”
“You sound so sure.”
“Because I am sure.”
I shrug. “What if I decide I don’t want this—Oh!”
He moves his hips and his dick beckons me, poking at my G-spot. I squeeze my walls in response. “It’s not all about sex.”
“Doesn’t hurt, though,” he says.
“Anton…” He’s slowly fucking me again and I want him to keep going… but this is serious. “Stop for a second. Please. We need to talk about this.”
He stops. “I know it’s not all about sex,” he says, moving his hands up and down my thighs. “It’s about us. I never want you to come to any harm. You’ll always be safe with me.” He regards me for a long moment, then his brow furrows. “You know, a king needs a queen.”
I chuckle. “Is that a proposal?”
“Yes.” He says it before I finish. “Marry me, Natalya.”
My smile drops. He’s serious. “Are you sure?”
“Absolutely. Marry me. Make me the happiness man in the world.”
My heart swells. “Yes,” I say. “I’ll marry you.”
I lean down to him and kiss him, taking his face in my hands. “Oh, my sweetDevushka,” he moans as he holds me in his arms, his hips moving against mine, his dick waking my body up again.
I’m his. I’m all his. Forever.
32
EPILOGUE
NATALYA
I’m looking in the mirror at myself. The dress I chose five or six months ago had to be taken out the minute I started to show. It’s made of white silk with a bodice covered in pearls and a pattern of flowers down one side. I love it… or at least I did before I started my journey to getting as big as a house.
I rub my stomach. It feels like I’m carrying a bowling ball under here. And to think, I’m going to get bigger than this in the months to come.
The door opens behind me and Ilya walks in. She’s wearing her soft blue dress with a white flower in her hair. The colors I chose look really good on her. It suits the deep ivory of her skin tone. All morning, she’s been a little more than a blur to me, darting around the church and making sure everything is right where it’s supposed to be for my big day. She’s been my number-one player since I told her about my pending nuptials.
She pauses the moment she sees me and puts her hand to her mouth, her eyes watering. “Oh, my God, Nat.”
“Stop,” I say turning away from her. “Don’t you dare cry for the white whale.”
She laughs and walks over to me, brushing away a curl that’s falling into my face. My hair is up in a million of them, up and cascading down my back with a crown of little white flowers. She looks at me and shakes her head. “You are just so beautiful. Anton is going toflipwhen he sees you.”
I nod and she steps away, momentarily looking around the room. I glance back at the mirror. Anton’s been wonderful to me throughout all this. Every pound I gain, he seems to celebrate. This morning when I caught a glance at myself in the mirror after my shower, he walked up behind me and kissed my neck, his hands on my baby bump.
