Page 29 of Used By the Bratva

The odor in this room was quite a contrast from his office. It reeked of cleaning material and disinfectants. The narrow white leather covered bed was speckless and almost sparkled as if it was new.

Next to it stood a box-like machine with wires and what looked like a remote of somekind. The surface of the bed was a bit hard but comfortable none the less.

“Please lay back and lift your shirt slightly for me,” the doctor said as he turned the machine on. “This might be a bit cold,” he added before squirting a clear liquid onto my tummy.

We watched in amazement as he moved with the remote object across the liquid. He stopped a couple of times taking measurements and images. Once this was done, he turned on the sound and we could hear our baby's heart beat.

Ashan squeezed my hand as I gasped and fought the tears that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Filling with excited energy I wanted to dance around the room. It was the most precious moment of my life.

“Well, all looks good and the baby is growing nicely.” The doctor said grinning at us as he wiped off my stomach “You can make another appointment for next month and let me know if you have any questions.” He added as he left.

After making the appointment, Ashan took me shopping and made sure I got all I wanted.

It was lovely, over the next two weeks we had days that were loaded with fun, but the loneliness crept back in, and soon I realized I wanted more. I also wanted Ashan’s company, not just flings of shopping and dinners, I wanted him to spend time with me. Once the new phase wore off, I started feeling sad.

Strange enough, but I started missing him more each day. Ashan had been treating me as an equal, and I had to admit that I was even missing our arguments. I couldn’t explain it even if I tried, I saw him at least once every morning and night just before bedtime, as he would check in on me. But I felt alone, empty somehow as if something had left my life.

Tonight, I decided to wait for him. Another two weeks had passed. I was now twelve weeks pregnant and I needed some loving not just highlights. When Ashan came in shortly after eight, I was seated on one of the chaise lounges.

“You still up?” he asked as he came closer and knelt before me, taking my hands into his.

“I waited for you,” I replied turning my gaze down as my mouth pulled into a smile. “Will you stay the night and just hold me?”

Rising, Ashan pulled me up into his warm embrace. “Sure thing.” Slipping my arms around him we just stood for a while. I felt safe and at home in his arms as a sense of peace flooded me. Ashan picked me up and walked to the bed without a word.

After laying me down, he got in behind me and pulled me close into his reassuring embrace. I breathed in deeply as his sweet, honeyed aroma filled the air around us. Closing my eyes, sleep came quickly.

Waking, I was filled with blissfulness I didn’t know existed. I was walking on clouds for a day or two, but as the days passed, it faded. Ashan had returned to his normal routine of visiting, outings, and meals. He didn’t stay in the evenings.

Confused and frustrated, I wasn’t sure what to make of his actions as days turned into weeks again. We had another visit with the doctor at sixteen weeks. The baby was doing great and so was I. Yet, my stomach had started growing and the facts could no longer be hidden.

Ashan took me for another wardrobe fitting and filled my closet with suitable clothing for the next trimester. After dinner, I had a long soaking bath. As I lay relaxing, I felt it for the first time. Thrilled, I couldn’t wait for Ashan to come up.

I was excited to see him as the baby had started moving, and I just had to share the news. Ashan arrived on schedule, and when he entered, I jumped into his arms. He held me for a moment, and I felt whole.

“You have to feel this,” I whispered in his ear.

He gently took me by the hips and pushed me back. “Feel what? What’s going on? Are you okay? Should I call the doctor?” He asked, and I heard some concern in his voice.

“It’s nothing to worry about, silly,” I replied, beaming. “Feel here,” I added as I pulled his hand closer and held it against my stomach.

My attention was on his face as I felt the baby softly licking. His lit up as he felt the light movement. “Ashan,” I said staring at his handsome face. His eyes were filled with compassion as he looked back at me. His hands were warm as he wrapped them around me. “Will you stay the night and just hold me?” I asked.

He nodded in agreement as he leaned in and kissed me tenderly. Pulling away, I looked down at the floor to my foot as I twisted my toes left and right, suddenly feeling shy. Turning, I moved to the bed and crawled up to my place.

Ashan lay down beside me. He moved up against my back first, just holding my stomach. Feeling him holding me, his soft touch, and the heat he was giving off, started to turn me on.

As we lay, I became more and more restless, my body tingled, and I knew I wanted his touch. No, I had to have it. Ashan stroked my hair, waiting for me to fall asleep, I suspected, but I just couldn’t. Having him so close, his touch, it was almost too much, it was messing with my hormones.

His touch, his smell, and his body heat were all warming me on the inside. Eventually, I took his hand from my belly and pulled it up, placing it over my breast and cupping his hand with mine. Ashan lay dead still for a moment.

He slowly pulled his hand out from under my arm and turned on his back. I glanced over my shoulder at him. His eyes were closed but I knew he wasn’t sleeping yet as he had a smile on his face. How could he, I was sure he also wanted more than just to cuddle.

Turning to him, I laid my head on his chest. Ashan embraced me in his arms, holding me tight, but I still couldn’t fall asleep. I wanted his touch, I needed him.

I felt like I was going to explode as I rubbed my legs together. How did he notice, I wondered as I placed a hand on his firm abs. This made me even hotter, a tingling sensation shot through me, igniting fires all over my body. I moved my fingers left and right over his abs swallowing hard as I tried to contain my urges.

Chapter 18 - Ashan

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