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“Other than that, you’re good.”

“Great.” I started taking off the covers, noticing my change of outfit from Timur’s shirt to one of my yellow dresses, when she stopped me with a chuckle.

“Not so fast.” She helped me lay back down, and Timur pushed off the wall, springing to my side.

“Is there something else you’re not saying? If there is, you better lay all the fucking cards on the table at once.”

The coldness was back; whatever warmth I thought I’d seen was gone. The young doctor didn’t even flinch. To my amazement, she ran her gaze past his flexing biceps before staring at his face. Maybe this doctor liked bad boys and preferred nightmares to sweet dreams.

I wanted to be jealous, but seeing that Timur didn’t spare her a worthy glance somehow put me at ease.

“Relax, Mr. Yezhov. The only card I have left is not a health issue. Your wife is fine, but she has to take extra measures to secure the well-being of your child.”

I froze on that hospital bed, but Timur didn’t so much as blink. Was he happy or furious? I couldn’t tell. His eyes were guarded, and his clenched jaw gave away nothing.

An explosion of excitement bursting through every cell in my body erased some of my anger at my husband, and all I could think about was the great news this ogling doctor had delivered.

“Doc….” My fingers trembled, and I gripped the sheets to keep them steady. “What are you saying?”

Beaming, she faced me, holding her clipboard to her chest. “I’m saying you’re pregnant, Serena. Congratulations to you both.”

And that was all I needed to hear. Those words hung in the air like a promise, and my heart skipped a beat. I felt like I was floating, detached from reality.

Pregnant?

When she started talking about healthy tips and recommendations to protect my pregnancy, I drifted off.

My mind began racing with visions of the future. I pictured a tiny, swaddled bundle in my arms, a baby’s soft giggles, and first steps. The thought of nurturing a new life and watching my child grow and flourish filled me with an overwhelming sense of purpose. With a mind of their own, my hands slowly covered my stomach, clutching the fabric of my dress tighter.

I was going to be a mother.

Chapter 16 – Timur

“You’ve been all smiles since we left the hospital.”

I shut the door behind us while she moved towards the bed. Sighing, she dropped to the edge, bouncing lightly on the mattress and regarding me with an intent gaze. I wasn’t sure when it happened, but between the episode in the kitchen, the visit to the hospital, and now in the bedroom, she was glowing, looking even more beautiful.

Her golden blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders like a river of sunset hues, framing her heart-shaped face. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled like sapphires in the morning light, shining bright with a gentle warmth that tugged on my chest. As she sat there, her profile presented itself to me like a work of art. The gentle nose and high cheekbones combined to form a masterpiece of elegance.

I not only shamelessly lusted after this woman but fucking admired her, too.

“You might not know this, but it’s normal for human beings to smile.”

“And I’m not a human being?”

“Your words, not mine.”

Her skin glowed with a soft, porcelain-like complexion, smooth and flawless. The gentle curve of her neck, the delicate slope of her shoulders, and the subtle swell of her lips made me want to forget everything and kiss her.

Although….

Speaking of smiles, hers had dimmed considerably since I opened my mouth. She eyed me with a fierceness I’d never have deemed her feisty enough to display, and the expression on her face tipped more toward irritation than actual anger. Almost as if she couldn’t bear to stomach the sight of me.

It might have been the hormones. Surely, there were early fucking signs, but—

“I didn’t know you had a sharp mouth.”

Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t know you cared,” she didn’t hesitate to fire back.

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