I hold her there, my cock still inside her, my cum warm and sticky between her thighs.
“This was the best birthday present ever.” I kiss her cheek, my cock pulsing inside her unprotected cunt.
Morning filtersthrough the blinds in long, golden stripes, falling across the sheets tangled around us. Callista is still asleep, her body curved into mine, her hair fanned out on the pillow like spilled silk. My hand rests over her stomach, warm and protective.
I press a kiss to the back of her ear. “Good morning,” I whisper, my voice rough from sleep.
She stirs, sighs softly, and for a second everything feels perfect. Then I notice how pale she looks. Her skin is almost translucent, her lips colorless.
“Callista?” I murmur.
She blinks at me, dazed. Then her face twists.
Before I can react, she gags, peeling my arm away and stumbling out of bed.
“Hey, wait—what’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up fast.
She’s already in the bathroom, the door open as she kneels in front of the toilet. The sound of her retching makes my chest tighten. I’m beside her in seconds, gathering her hair back into my hand, holding it gently away from her face.
“It’s okay,” I say quietly. “Breathe. You’re alright, babygirl.”
Her body shakes with another wave. I stroke her back slowly, trying to calm her. “That’s it. Just breathe through it.”
When it passes, she slumps against the cool tile, wiping her mouth with trembling fingers. Her eyes meet mine, wide and glassy.
“This has been happening all week,” she whispers.
My pulse spikes. “You’ve been sick all week and didn’t tell me?”
She looks down, ashamed. “I thought it was just a hangover at first. But… now I think I might be pregnant.”
The world stops moving for a moment.
Pregnant.
The word echoes inside my skull, heavy and electric.
She looks so small sitting there on the bathroom floor, her hair falling loose around her face, her eyes full of fear.
I kneel in front of her and take her hand. My heart is pounding, but all I feel is a rush of fierce protectiveness.
“Don’t worry,” I say softly, leaning in to kiss her collarbone. “Whatever happens, I’m here. Always. I’ll never leave your side.”
Her breath trembles against my cheek. “Dmitry…”
“Shh.” I brush her hair behind her ear. “We’ll figure it out together.”
I stand, tugging on my jeans. “Stay here. Don’t move. I’ll get what we need.”
She frowns up at me. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to the pharmacy,” I say, grabbing my keys from the nightstand. “You need a test.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
I kiss her forehead, feeling her skin cool and damp against my lips. “Wait for me, baby. I’ll be right back.”
