Page 50 of Knocked Up By the Russian

Her mouth opened and closed, bafflement in her gaze. Then she let out a laugh, pressing up on her elbows to kiss him. "Thank you."

"For?" he muttered gruffly, fingers already hooking on her hips.

"For not trying to control everything," she answered, a bright grin on her face, and something like hope in her eyes. He bent to kiss her again, but she shook her head. "Wait—I seriously need to tell you something," she mentioned, voice breathless.

"Speak then, Mishka, but please… hurry, I need you," he murmured, feeling amused. He pulled away slightly to let herbreathe, and pleasure flickered across her face. Ivan grinned; if that was the reaction he got, he'd have to tell her more then.

He liked the sight of her in his old bedroom, her pale skin flushed under the lights. But he thought he might like her better when she was waiting for him in his apartment.

"I—" she started to say, then stopped and licked her lips, leaning back just enough to search his eyes.

"Amy, what is it?" he prompted, a sense of dread creeping in, twisting in his stomach.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled quickly, a rush of resolve flooding her. "I'm pregnant."

Did she just say—?His heart stopped, his world spinning as her words registered. "What was that, Mishka?"

"I think I'm pregnant," she babbled, interrupting that thought. His eyebrows rose, and she let out a laugh that fell flat as panic crossed her features. "No, well, I don't think I'm pregnant. I know I am. I took a few tests with Mira and Zia, and they all came back positive. I've been waiting all week to tell you, but you weren't here until you were, and then you were asleep, and I didn't know what to say."

He blinked, and Amy squirmed underneath him. She didn't meet his eyes, and that annoyed him on some distant level, but he couldn't quite concentrate because the world around him was spinning in and out of focus. Stunned silence enveloped him, light and heavy all at once.

He blinked, seeking clarity amid the chaos of emotions swirling through him. "You're pregnant," he echoed, his reality spinning on an axis. He couldn't focus. Couldn't think.

"Yes," she breathed, her tone wavering as if she feared what his response would be. "Ivan?"

He instinctively glanced at her stomach, fingers moving over the soft curve. There wasn't any evidence yet, nothing to tell, but soon there would be. So many emotions flickered through him at the thought, leaving him dazed as he looked into her eyes. "Are you… happy about this, Mishka?" he asked, voice thick with emotion.

Her gaze fell, revealing the trepidation hidden behind her excitement. "Are you?" she countered, tears glistening in her eyes.

"Fuck yes," he muttered as his heart ached, torn between joy and fear. Ivan quickly gathered her into his arms, cradling her close. "You're going to be a mother," he murmured against her hair, laughter bursting forth unexpectedly, mingling with disbelief. "We're going to be parents, Amy."

Which raised the question... How the fuck was he going to protect her and their baby? The weight of it all settled around them, and in that moment, despite the uncertainty that lay ahead, he felt a spark of hope blossom within him.This means she's staying, right?

Ivan shoved the uncertainties from his mind, pressing his lips against hers. "No more talking. I need you," he demanded, fingers delving into her panties.

Amy squeaked, her hands shooting to grab his wrist. "Oh, God!"

With his fingers pressed against her heat, he waited for her to shove him away and found himself stunned when pleas dropped from her lips instead.

"Ivan, yes! Please," she babbled, her stomach visibly clenching with her need. Her back arched on the bed, that pretty green lace cupping her breasts.

"Look at you, gorgeous," he crooned as a dark grin flickered across his features. "You dressed up so beautifully for me, I'm almost tempted to leave it all on. Do you want that, Mishka? Or would you prefer my lips on your nipples? I'll make them nice and wet like your pretty pussy."

Incoherent words passed her lips as she rocked against his fingers. He let her control the movement, pleasure sparking in his veins as she did.

"I didn't catch that, love. Try again," he said with a breath, his free hand pushing her thighs open wide as she shuddered underneath him. Her ribcage fluttered with each breath.

"Take it off, Ivan. Please," she whispered, her body writhing.

"I don't know," he teased, eyes caught on the damp fabric drawn tight against his wrist. "We wouldn't want to waste your efforts, now would we?"

"Take them off," she panted, her words coming out on a growl. "You want me, don't you?"

"I need you," he corrected, fingers leaving her wet heat. The words weren't the same. What he had with Amy wasn't the fucking same as what he'd had with anyone else. He needed her like he needed water or air. She sustained him as well as any meal.

"Ivan," she whined breathlessly. "Stop being a brat!"

He grinned, both hands reaching to slide her panty down her legs. "Show me you missed me, Mishka. Bend your legs and let me have a good look at my wife's pussy," he urged after throwing the damp fabric on the floor. His hands pushed against her thighs, urging them open until she widened under his gaze willingly.

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