Page 215 of Bride By Coronation

"Fuck, Fiona!" he grits out, his erection swelling, then pumping at an accelerated pace. He thrusts through it, studying me while clenching his jaw.

When the endorphins slow, and it's only our bated breath with our chests pushing against the other, his face falls. He rolls onto his back, taking me with him.

I curl into him, feeling at home, vowing to never again run from him.

Several minutes pass, then he declares, "I'm going to be a dad."

I giggle as I lean up on my elbow and put my face near his. I remind him, "Maybe."

He shakes his head. "No. No, maybe. It's happening."

Happiness fills me. "How can you be so sure?"

"You've been sick."

"Kirill, that isn't a guarantee," I warn.

Arrogance fills his expression. It's something I rarely see on him. He insists, "You're pregnant."

"What if I'm not?"

"You are."

"Humor me and pretend I'm not."

He grins, reiterating, "You are."

I roll my eyes, smiling. I relax back into his arms.

His face falls, and his voice is soft when he says my name.

"Hmm?"

He turns into me and strokes my back. I've never seen him look so vulnerable. "Don't leave me ever again."

My chest tightens. I put my hand on his cheek, rubbing my thumb over his scar near his jawbone. I reply, "I won't."

He orders, "Promise me—especially if we're having a baby. I don'twant you or our baby living in a different place than me. I want to be a good husband and father."

I tear up and scoot closer to him. I adamantly state, "You're the best husband. And you'll be the best dad."

He stares at me, unsure of my statement.

"It's true," I insist, then kiss him.

He kisses me back, and I yawn against his mouth.

"Sorry!" I chirp.

He chuckles. "Turn around so we can spoon."

I beam. "Yes, sir!" I turn over, and he curls his body around mine.

No matter how horrible the past is, there's only one truth I need to hang on to now and in the future.

I love Kirill Petrov. I'm proud to be his wife and can't wait to have tons of his babies.

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