Page 75 of The Bratva's Forced Bride

It was time.

I found Yaro in the living room, tucked on the couch while he scrolled through potential movies for us to watch together. His concentration pulled away from the screen the moment I stepped into the room with my arms behind my back.

There was no holding back my excitement. “I got something for you.”

His brows went up at that, and he dropped the remote on the couch as he sat up. “I didn’t know there’d be gift giving, or I would’ve got you something.”

Handing him the small box, I waved him off. “This trip has been the best gift I could ever ask for. You’re off the hook.”

Yaro gave me a small yet hesitant smile in return as he took the box in his hands. He turned it over as if that would give him an idea of what it was. He seemed completely at a loss for what was to come.

“Open it,” I said, laughing quietly at his reluctance.

Tentatively, Yaro undid one of the bows and slowly pulled it away. With one hand, he pushed the lid back and froze.

In the center of the box was a pregnancy test. The positive one I took before even going on the trip.

Yaro didn’t say anything at first as he just stared down at it, seemingly in disbelief. It took him a moment to even let it sink in.

But the moment he looked over at me for confirmation, his eyes softened.

“Really?” He asked, voice so heart-wrenchingly gentle.

As tears welled up in my own eyes, I nodded, unable to hold back my smile. “You’re going to be a dad.”

Placing the box down carefully, Yaro stood at once and broke the space between us. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against him tightly.

“That’s incredible news,” he managed with a slight waver in his voice as he murmured it into my hair. “I’m going to be a dad,” he repeated.

Soaking in that warmth, I was relieved by his reaction. We hadn’t talked much about having children, and I wasn’t entirely sure where he stood in the matter.

“So that’s why you haven’t had a drop of alcohol since we’ve been here,” he murmured, pulling back enough to let me see his tender smile.

I laughed quietly at his noticing and wiped beneath my eyes. “And here I thought I did a great job covering my tracks.”

Yaro chuckled as he held me, letting his hand rest against my jaw. “I think I can let it slide just this once.”

His lips were inches from mine, just waiting to close that small gap. Glancing down at them, I couldn’t help how it stirred that want within me. He just had a way of pulling me in without needing to try.

“I’ll admit,” Yaro murmured, using his hand to tip my chin up so our mouths were even closer. His breath fanned against my lips. “The mental image of you pregnant with my child does something for me.”

Immediately, I melted at the prospect, noting how my insides squirmed. It was enough to make that excitement and joy simmer into desire.

“I like the sound of that,” I said, craving more of his touch.

With a suggestive smirk, Yaro leaned in and brushed our lips together. That tingling sensation rushed through my system, and I was reminded of how easily he could make me weak for him.

Leaning into him, I didn’t want that kiss to end.

Without needing to say anything, Yaro moved backward, pulling me along with him until he reached the couch.

Dropping onto it, he dragged me onto his lap as I giggled at the gesture. Not breaking that caress, I deepened it, melding our lips and spreading that sensitive pleasure between us.

When his hand lowered to my ass and squeezed it, I knew that his mind was in exactly the same place as my own.

It didn’t take long for us to urgently reach for one another’s clothes, undoing buttons and pulling at the fabric until we were both completely naked on the couch.

As I straddled him, Yaro cupped one of my breasts in his big hand while he flicked his tongue over my opposite nipple. I moaned at the sensation, arching into it.

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