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“Sienna Wolkov does have a ring to it; I like the sound of that.” I laughed.

Vlad kissed me again, then tickled my armpits, and I let out a belly laugh, squirming beneath him.

I wanted to laugh with him forever.

Chapter 26 – Vlad

Everything had happened so fast and now I wasn’t just a father-to-be; I was a husband to the most beautiful woman I’d ever set eyes on. Life as I knew it was no longer as it used to be.

So far, it had been peaceful and undeniably amazing. I didn’t think it was possible to love someone as much as I loved this woman, and to me, nothing else mattered.

We’d gone on several dates since our wedding because I was willing to spoil and pamper her, the one who had brought out this side of me that I never knew existed.

I got her gifts upon gifts just so I could see that smile on her face. I knew I was doing too much, but I didn’t mind. All I wanted was for her to be happy all the time. I loved seeing her excited; she deserved to be, considering everything she’d had to endure, everything I put her through.

No amount of care, love, and attention could be enough to make up for her pain and her hurt.

She’d once teased me to dial it down with the gifts, but she’d done that with a smile that said she loved them.

Sienna was already in her trimester, and I was counting down to the big day: the day our mutual guest would arrive. In the meantime, though, she needed all the love and attention that I could give.

A happy woman, they say, is a happy home, and I was determined to make my woman happy—for my sake and the sake of the baby to come.

“Here you go,” I said, setting a tray of fruits on the table.

“Aww. How sweet,” she said, blushing on the couch she was seated on, watching TV. “But I just ate barely thirty minutes ago.” She chuckled.

“These are fruits,” I said, sliding in beside her. “No harm has ever come from eating fruits.”

She laughed. “Who are you, and what have you done with Vladimir Wolkov?”

I picked up a strawberry from the tray and fed it to her. She took a bite, munching quietly on it as I watched her.

“Have I told you that you have an amazing smile?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

Her cheeks flushed, and her face lit up with a wide grin.

“That right there is priceless,” I said, gesturing at the smile she had on.

“If your plan is to make me blush, then I have to admit, it’s working,” she replied, her grin spreading across her face.

“What if it’s to make you wet?” I smirked, caressing her thigh.

She giggled, and her breath ceased when my hand traveled up her dress.

“Did you know,” I began, leaning closer with a whisper, “that constant sex when a woman is pregnant has an important role to play during delivery?”

She chuckled in between soft moans. “I hear you, Dr. Wolkov.”

I kissed her, and she returned the favor. I withdrew my hand from underneath her dress and caressed her hair with it. Our kiss wasn’t heated, but we could feel the passion dancing around us.

“Is this what being married feels like?” she asked, staring lovingly into my eyes.

“It’s what we can make it feel like,” I replied.

“I see you, Vlad,” she said, her tone so tender. “I see how hard you’re trying to make me feel loved and cherished.” She smoothed my hair back. “But you don’t have to try too hard. I know how you feel about me and about this baby in my womb.”

“You deserve everything and more, Sienna,” I replied, my gaze fixed on her amazing eyes. “You’re worth doing much for.”

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