Page 59 of Unwilling Bratva Bride

She stared at me, her eyes wide and brows up to her hairline. I just stood there, too confused about what she meant by that if it wasn’t the food.

“Adley, I don’t think I under—”

“Ugh, men. They can be so thick sometimes.” She walked away from the counter, coming back toward me.

I thought she might be coming in to pull me somewhere or even shove me, considering her mood, but Adley just stepped around me back into the tiny room that housed the toilet. She bent down, retrieving something small off the ground. Another pained moan left her as she straightened up, and then she walked back up to me and clapped whatever she was holding against my chest.

As she walked away again, I reflexively caught the thing before it fell back to the floor.

“Ugh, remind me not to bend over anymore.”

She was back at the sink, splashing her face again when I finally looked at what she’d given me.

My jaw actually dropped.

“Wait. Is this—”

“Yup,” She replied, looking at me through the mirror.

“So that means you’re—”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God, Adley, I…holy shit!”

Everything spun and jumbled together, the world flying around off its axis as I processed what was happening. Reality hit me like a bulldozer, but I looked into her crystal blue eyes in the mirror again and dashed over to her side.

Spinning her around as gently as I could, I fell to my knees in front of her, looking straight ahead at her lower belly.

“You’re pregnant,” I whispered, a burn behind my eyes that I wouldn’t acknowledge.

I heard Adley release a breathy chuckle, and then her hand came to my face, the other threading through my hair. When I looked up at her, the annoyance appeared to be gone, and her eyes were soft and glassy.

“It’s so fast. I didn’t think…Wow.”

A genuine laugh left her that time, and Adley smiled down at me. “Like something out of a teen drama. You knocked me up on the first try.”

Like a damned fool, I started laughing, throwing my head back as the burn in my eyes got worse. I wasn’t that guy. I wasn’t about to cry over some emotional bullshit, but damn, this was way better than I expected. After a second, I looked back at her lower belly again, putting my lips to the area over her leggings.

“Hello in there.”

Adley laughed, but when I looked up at her, I could see she wasn’t being as stoic as myself. Tears slid down her face, and when I got back up to my feet, I swiped my thumbs under her eyes to clear them.

“Stupid hormones.”

I cocked a brow. “Are you sure you can use that excuse already?”

She swatted at me. “Damn straight, I can. If this baby is making me puke my guts out, the hormones are definitely working their magic.”

“How did you get a test? It’s not like we’ve been to the store.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “You dope. I ordered it and had the thing delivered. You still have an address even all the way out here. I just used Google.”

I wasn’t thrilled with the idea that finding the house could be that easy. Still, I could always make sure that the driver’s delivery records disappeared. I knew several excellent hackers.

“Well, however you got it, I’m about to frame the thing.”

Kissing her, which she tried to pull away from, likely because shehadjust been sick, Adley laughed against my lips. I scooped her up despite any protests, however, carrying her to the bedroom and lying her down.

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