"You're late."
"I'm..." She stares at me. "Oh god."
"You're pregnant,malyshka." I crouch beside her, cup her face. "That's morning sickness. That's your body adjusting to growing our baby."
"We don't know that for sure."
"Stay here." I stand, already reaching for my phone. "Don't move."
I step into the bedroom and call Viktor. "Pregnancy tests. Five different brands. I want them here in thirty minutes."
"Pyotr, it's five in the morning."
"Twenty-nine minutes now."
I hang up, go back to her. She's still sitting on the bathroom floor, one hand pressed to her stomach, looking dazed.
"Tests are coming," I tell her, sitting down beside her on the cold tile. "We'll know for certain in half an hour."
"Pyotr, I can't be pregnant. It's only been two weeks."
"I've filled you with my cum at least twice a day for two weeks straight." I pull her into my lap, one hand covering hers on her stomach. "Your body has had plenty of opportunities to conceive. And I know it has. I can tell."
"How can you tell?"
"Because I've been watching you. Obsessively. Your breasts are fuller. Your skin is different. You're tired more easily. And you've been nauseous every morning for three days." I kiss her temple. "You're pregnant, Vera. I know you are."
She leans back against my chest, both our hands on her stomach now. "If I am... if I really am..."
"Then I'm the luckiest bastard alive." I press my face into her hair, breathing her in. "Two years I've dreamed of this. You, pregnant with my child. Mine in every way that matters."
We sit like that until Viktor arrives with the tests. I hear him let himself in downstairs, his footsteps on the stairs.
"Boss?" he calls. "I've got the tests."
"Leave them outside the bedroom door," I order. "Then go."
His footsteps retreat. A minute later, I hear the front door close.
I carry Vera back to the bedroom, grab the bag of tests from the hallway.
Five boxes. Five different brands. I want to be absolutely certain.
"Take them," I tell her. "All of them."
She looks at the boxes, then at me. "What if they're negative?"
"They won't be."
"But if they are?"
"Then we keep trying." I cup her face, make her look at me. "But they won't be,malyshka. You're pregnant. I know it."
She takes the boxes with shaking hands and disappears into the bathroom.
I pace. Can't help it. Two weeks of breeding her, and now we're about to confirm what I already know in my bones.
She's mine. Completely. Carrying my baby. Marked inside and out.
