Page 66 of Brutal Bratva King

If I am pregnant and I tell Rodion, then—does that mean he has what he wants—an heir. And once he has his heir, will he stop being interested in me?

The idea of him pushing me aside and being done with me is terrifying.

I can’t even toss and turn because he’s holding me, and I don’t want to wake him up.

I lie awake all night, until the early hours of the morning. Drifting off just before the sun rises and waking up when Rodion does—after maybe achieving two hours of sleep.

I am a wreck.

I am sick to my stomach.

My eyes are burning, nausea is threatening, and my anxiety is through the roof.

Rodion takes one look at me and frowns deeply. “Anya, what’s wrong? You look exhausted still—“ he asks with worry in his voice.

“I don’t know—I’m just—I’m stressed about things, that’s all.”

He touches my face. “You don’t have a temperature, but you look really pale. Are you sure you aren’t coming down with something?”

“No, I’m not sick. I’m overwhelmed, that’s all. I promise. I’ll be fine in a day or two.”

His jaw muscles flex and clench tightly. He doesn’t look pleased at all.

“If we need to call the doctor, we can get him to come to the house, you know.”

“Please, don’t. I don’t need a doctor.”

I sit up, rubbing my eyes. “I’m going to shower. Then I have a few things I need to get from the store.”

“I’d rather you stayed home and rested today.”

“Rodion, you are overreacting,” I sigh, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

I’m struggling not to run, but I feel like I might vomit. The last thing I need is for him to hear me throwing up.

Turning to face him, I manage to say, “Please would you mind making me some tea?”

“Of course, princess. I’ll have it ready when you get out of the shower.”

He climbs out of bed and walks out of the room. I run into the bathroom, push the shower on full and close the door. I hope the sound of the running water will drown out any signs of me throwing up.

At this point I don’t even need to get the pregnancy test. It’s obvious.

But to settle any doubt, I’m going to do it.

I sigh heavily and tears flow freely down my cheeks as I lean my back against the tiled wall next to the toilet and cry my eyes out.

A knock on the bathroom door makes me jump to my feet, hurriedly wiping my hand across my face.

“Anya—are you ok in there?”

“Yes—yes—totally fine,” I stammer loudly, throwing my clothes off and climbing under the shower.

I shower quickly because I don’t know how long I’ve been in here now and I don’t need him getting suspicious or more worried about me.

When I come out, he walks straight over to me, wrapping his arms around me, he holds me for a moment. “Your tea is on the bedside table. You would tell me if anything was wrong? Right?”

I nod. “Nothing is wrong,” I reply, smiling tightly. I step away from him, fetching my tea and carrying it to my own bedroom, where all my clothes are still in the closet there.

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