Page 93 of Knocked-Up Bratva Prisoner

My breath becomes heavy as panic sets in.

I can’t believe I didn’t even think about it.

I’m about two weeks late for my period.

I’m pregnant.

That’s what’s wrong with me.

I’m fucking pregnant.

Okay. Wait. Don’t jump to conclusions.

Stress can make your period late, too. And I have been stressed. Not from the kidnapping, but from the heartbreak.

I need to get a pregnancy test.

I can’t panic until I actually know for sure.

I tell my uncle that I’m not feeling well and need to get a few things from the pharmacy. He insists on sending someone out on my behalf, but I manage to convince him that I need to speak to the pharmacist about my symptoms and just get a little advice, so he agrees, as long as I take a bodyguard.

The idiot guarding me follows me into the pharmacy, and it is making it so much harder to get the pregnancy test. I walkaround for a little while, browsing the vitamins while he tracks me up and down the aisles.

Then I stand by the tampons, and when he comes to stand next to me, I glare at him and say, “Do you mind?” His cheeks flush red and he hurries off into the next aisle, giving me that moment of privacy I so desperately need. I move quickly, grabbing the pregnancy test, two just in case, and then paying as fast as I can before he sees.

He holds the door open for me as I walk out of the pharmacy clutching the brown paper packet in my fingers as though it is gold.

All the way home I am biting my lip and sipping on the bottle of water I purchased.

I can’t believe this is happening.

I wish I could just talk to Alexei and at least—I mean, what do I expect from him? Do I expect comforting words? From a man who is out partying and probably hardly remembers my name?

I roll my eyes and sigh loudly as I tilt my head back in the car seat.

“Are you okay, Miss Vitali?” the bodyguard asks.

“Yes. I just don’t feel well.”

“We’re almost home.”

I nod quietly.

Almost home.

I go straight to my bedroom and shut the door behind myself.

I can’t wait. I have to do the test now. I want to get it over with.

I pull open the brown paper packet and take the test out, opening the box and peeling off the plastic. My heart is beating way too fast.

I unclip the lid of both of the tests in the box. It looks really straightforward, but I glance over the instructions on the side of the box just in case.

Pee on that side. Wait. That’s it.

With shaking hands I do as the instructions tell me to, then clip the little caps back on and place both tests on the bathroom counter next to the sink.

I can’t take my eyes off them.

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