Page 82 of The Bratva King's Claimed Bride

“No, but I wish you wouldn’t leave. We’ve just got you back,” he says, stepping toward me.

“I just need to figure things out. Yvonne will take good care of me, I promise, and if anything happens, I will call you.” I go up to him and hug him, then I hug each one of my brothers before I hug their wives, and I leave. I see Alfie, who opens the car door for me.

“Thanks, Alfie.”

“You're welcome, Mrs. Sidorov,” he says, going around to get in the car.

We remain silent on the drive to the resort, and I pray the whole way that Igor will keep his word and stay in his lane.

We arrived at the resort, and as promised, Yvonne waited outside. She climbs into the back and puts a hand on my shoulder. “It’s good to see you.”

“Thank you, did Igor tell you?”

“About the baby? Yes,” she breathes. “Alfie, take us to my apartment downtown.”

“Won’t Igor show up there?” I ask quietly.

“It’s mine and Alfie’s little secret,” she says. “Sometimes I get tired of my brother and need a break too. Tell me about the baby. Have you been for a scan?”

“No, I only just did the pregnancy test a while ago during the first week I was with the Milovs. I don’t know what to do at all. I’ve never really had a family.” I take a few deep breaths, and Yvonne takes her cell phone out and starts texting.

“I’m going to arrange for a doctor to come to do a mobile scan at the apartment so we can see how the baby is doing. Alfie can get you some prenatal vitamins, and then I will send him to pick up your clothes and things from the Milovs and our house so you’re comfortable.” Yvonne sits back as she texts.

I sigh with relief. “I knew you were the right person to call.”

“We’re sisters; of course, I was the right person to call. How did the Milovs treat you? Were they excited to have you around?” Yvonne asks, putting her phone away.

“Yes, it was a lot. They have a lot of kids in their family, so my little one will have lots of playmates. Hannah, one of my sisters-in-law, is trying for another set of twins. I nearly panicked that I was going to have twins, but it runs in the Milov mother's side.” I turn in my seat to face her. “Twins don’t run in your family, do they?”

“No, thank God. Igor and Matvey are enough to deal with,” Yvonne laughs. Her phone goes off, and she checks it. “The doctor will be there by the time we’re there. We’ll just do a normal scan and make sure the little bean is developing nicely.”

“Little bean?” I ask.

“Oh, they all look like beans or peanuts when they start. It’s adorable,” she smiles.

“Little bean,” I repeat with a smile.

We arrive at the apartment and find the doctor waiting outside. Yvonne shows us both inside, and the doctor sets up in the living room. “Please lie down and lift your shirt.”

I lie down as he asks and lift my shirt, exposing my belly. He brings out a large tube of gel. “This is going to be cold at first.”

I brace myself and clench my teeth as the cool gel hits my skin. He then puts up the monitor on the coffee table, takes the wand, and moves it along my belly. I watch the monitor, but I'm not sure what I’m looking for until he presses on my stomach, and a little image pops up.

“That’s the baby,” he says. “Looks healthy, and you’re about four weeks along from the length and growth.”

I cast my mind back to what we did four weeks ago and remember me in the waitress outfit. I blush crimson and Yvonne giggles. “Everyone knows how babies are conceived, so you don’t have to be embarrassed.”

The doctor wipes me down with a cloth and turns off the monitor. “The scans are saved to a flash drive. I’ll have them delivered to you.”

“Thank you for coming so quickly, Doctor Kimberly.” Yvonne shows him out as I sit up. She comes back with a list. “This is from the doctor. It’s a list of the vitamins you’ll need, things to avoid when eating, and some recommended reads.”

“This is a bit overwhelming,” I admit.

“You’ve got two families that love you very much and are going to see you through this,” she says, sitting beside me and taking my hand.

“Two families that want to kill each other,” I say quietly. “My brother wants to kill my husband and vice versa. What if they hadn’t listened to me today and had shot each other already? I would never be able to live with myself.”

“Yes, well, Matvey is a moron.” Yvonne smiles sadly. “But I firmly believe love triumphs over everything, so let's see what happens.”

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