Page 32 of Arranged Mafia Marriage

I nod, a smile tugging at my lips despite my usual stoic demeanor. “We are.”

Dr. Petrov clears his throat. “Everything looks healthy, but I’d like to schedule a follow-up appointment in a few weeks, and Mrs. Pimaslov, you’ll need to be more careful during your training sessions from now on.”

We thank the doctor and leave the clinic, both lost in our own thoughts. In the car, I turn to Felicity.

“Are you happy about this?”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “I am. It’s sooner than I expected, but... I’m happy. Are you?”

I consider her question. The idea of fatherhood is daunting, but the thought of having a child with Felicity fills me with excitement. “Yes, I am.”

Back at the penthouse, we stand in the living room, a charged silence between us as we fully take it all in. I put my hand on her stomach as she steps closer, resting her hand on my chest.

“We’re going to be parents,” she says softly.

I stare into her eyes, looking for any hint of uncertainty or doubt, but she seems happy. “We are.”

Our lips meet in a heated kiss. I pull her closer, careful of her tender side. Felicity’s hands roam over my back, her touch igniting a fire within me.

I break the kiss, my breathing heavy. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

She nods, expression revealing her desire. “I want you, Kiril.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I scoop her up, carrying her to our bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, skimming my hands over her body as I remove her clothes.

Felicity tugs at my shirt. “You’re wearing too much.”

I chuckle, quickly stripping off my own clothes as I work her into a fever pitch. When she’s ready for me, I hover over her, carefulnot to put too much weight on her body. I trail my fingers down to her stomach, resting my palm over where our child grows.

“We created a life,” I murmur, still in awe of the fact.

Felicity covers my hand with hers. “We did.”

I kiss her deeply, pouring all my emotions into the act. I stroke her body, teasing and caressing. Felicity arches into my touch, soft moans escaping her lips.

“Kiril, please.”

I position myself between her legs, entering her slowly. We move together, our bodies finding a rhythm that speaks of our growing connection. Her nails dig into my back as she climbs toward her peak.

When her pussy tightens around me, her back arching as she cries out in pleasure, I can’t hold back. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, emptying my balls inside her as I tenderly kiss her.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, my hand resting protectively over her stomach. Felicity turns her head to look at me and gives me a sweet smile. She snuggles closer to me, and as we drift off to sleep, I look forward to our future together, and the new life we’ve created. Fear tries to intrude, but I push it back. There will be harsh realities to face as a bratva parent, but I revel in this uncomplicated moment for the time being.

14

Kiril

Five days later, I pace the living room, constantly looking out the window, though I won’t be able to see her from this vantage point. Damiano has ramped up his aggressions again, and with Felicity having to take it easier, I’ve reduced our training sessions. Work has required most of my focus, so I haven’t seen much of her. I came home early today to surprise her, but she wasn’t home.

Elena told me Felicity’s been gone for hours, and my nerves are frayed. The pregnancy news has amplified my protective instincts tenfold. I grab my phone, ready to call Viktor and demand an update as the door opens, and Felicity walks in, laughing with Viktor. My jaw clenches at the sight of her smile, and irritation flashes through me. “Where have you been?”

Felicity’s laughter fades as she notices my expression. She glances at Viktor, who nods and quietly excuses himself.

“Shopping,” says Felicity, holding up several designer bags. “I needed some new clothes.”

I eye the bags skeptically. “All day?”

She shrugs, setting the bags down. “We had lunch too. Is that a problem?”

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