Page 60 of Accidentally Knocked Up By the Bratva

I head to the kitchen, my mind racing. Could it be? The timing would be right, but surely she would have realized by now if… I shake my head, focusing on cooking the eggs perfectly. No use jumping to conclusions.

When I return with the plate, Zara's sitting up, looking almost like her old self. She takes a small bite, chewing slowly.

"This is really good, Abram. Thank you for taking such good care of me."

I smile, relief washing over me. "Always, my love. I'm just glad to see you eating."

But my relief is short-lived. Halfway through her second bite, Zara's face goes pale. She claps a hand over her mouth, eyes wide with panic.

"Zara?" I barely have time to grab the wastebasket before she's retching violently into it.

As I hold her hair back, rubbing soothing circles on her back, the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. This isn't just some lingering stomach bug. This is something else entirely.

"It's okay," I murmur, my heart pounding. "I'm here. We'll figure this out together."

Zara looks up at me, tears in her eyes, and I see the same understanding dawning in her gaze. We don't need to say it out loud. We both know what this means.

Zara's hands tremble as she sets down the wastebasket. Her eyes meet mine, a storm of emotions swirling in their depths. I can see the fear, the uncertainty, and something else… hope?

"Abram," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "I… I think I need to tell you something."

I sit on the edge of the bed, taking her small hand in mine. The contrast of her delicate fingers against my calloused palm reminds me of our differences, yet how perfectly we fit together.

"What is it?" I ask, my thumb tracing circles on her wrist.

She takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort. "I've been… suspecting something. About my health."

My heart races, but I keep my expression calm, needing to hear it from her. "Go on, Zara. You can tell me anything."

"I'm late," she blurts out, her cheeks flushing. "I was afraid of telling you because I didn’t want to scare you overnothing. I thought my period would come around. But with all these symptoms… I think… I might be…"

The word hangs unspoken between us, heavy with possibility. I feel a surge of protectiveness, of fierce love for this woman and the potential life we may have created.

"Pregnant?" I finish for her, my voice low and tender.

She nods, tears spilling over. "I'm scared, Abram. What if I am? What if I'm not? I don't know what to do."

I cup her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumbs. "Shh, Sweetheart. There's no need to be afraid. Whatever happens, we're in this together."

I reach for my phone on the nightstand, already formulating a plan. "I think it's time we find out for sure. I'll have my assistant bring over a pregnancy test right away."

Zara's eyes widen. "Now? But what if—”

I silence her with a gentle kiss. "No more 'what ifs'. Let's face this head-on, alright? Whatever the result, I'm right here with you."

She nods, a small smile breaking through her tears. I make the call, my free hand never leaving hers. As we wait, I can't help but imagine our future—a future that might now include a child. The thought both terrifies and exhilarates me.

Chapter 22 - Zara

My hands tremble as I take the small paper bag from Abram. His steel-gray eyes bore into mine, but I’m afraid to decipher what he might be thinking.

Nervously, I avert my gaze.

"Are you ready for this, Zara?" he asks softly.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. The weight of the pregnancy tests feels impossibly heavy in my grasp. To imagine that my life—our life—could change in a matter of seconds…

Abram cups my face gently, forcing me to look at him. "Whatever the result, we face it together. You trust me, don’t you?”

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