Page 77 of Innocent Bratva Twins

You aren’t going to bethatman anymore.

“Sera—“ I push open the half-closed bathroom door and walk inside. She opens her eyes. She’s completely covered in bubbles, lying low in the bath, being caressed by the warm, scented water.

“Thank you.” She sits up enough to take the hot chocolate from me. “Oh. That’s nice.” She smiles when she sees the marshmallows.

The bubbles run down her breasts, revealing her dark nipples and silky-smooth skin.

I clench my jaw and step away.

“Just shout if you need anything else,” I murmur, trying not to bethatman.

Turning towards the door, my heart leaps into my throat when she calls my name.

“Yes?” I say, not turning back.

“We need to talk, if you have a moment?”

“I have infinity for you, Serafina. Every moment of every day is yours,” I reply, stepping back towards her.

“Sit down.”

Once I’m settled, watching her, waiting quietly, I can see she’s anxious, and my stomach begins to knot tighter and tighter.

She sips the hot chocolate and takes a deep breath, setting it aside.

“When I was at the hospital, I wasn’t entirely honest with you.“

“Oh?” My body goes rigid with stress.

“Ididhave a panic attack—but there was more to it.”

I bite my tongue.

“I’m pregnant, Nico.”

My ears are ringing. The words repeating, echoing, and distorted.

Did I hear that right?

Emotions surge inside me.

She’s pregnant?

I’m going to be a father?

“Nico?” she says my name quietly.

“This is—“ I stammer, my heart initially exploding with joy, but then darkness slams it down as I realize how much stress I’ve caused herwhileshe’s been carrying my baby.

“Yes?” she asks, her voice tighter, strained.

“This is incredible, Sera. This is so amazing.”

“You don’t sound happy.” She shifts, and the water splashes back and forth like a small wave rolling through the bathtub.

“I’m honestly—how could I not be happy. I’m happy,” I say, taking her hand. “I’m also really, really sorry.”

“You’re sorry that I’m pregnant?”

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