Page 73 of Cruel Russian Pakhan
Of course not! She'd just flash those blue eyes of defiance at me angrily.
Like I said, she's infuriating!
And impatient as hell.
Why couldn’t she just wait until we were home to talk? Why here, where anyone could overhear?
Again, your world is different from hers. Everything is shadows and secrets for you. For her…it’s not.
But she was in my world now, and she needed to adjust.
After the day she had, I just wanted her to rest. Tomorrow, I’d take her home, make slow, sweet love to her, then talk about our future, our family.
I knew I fucked up when I walked out after the doctor told us she was pregnant. I heard the hurt in her voice. Felt it crack straight through my chest.
It’s not something I ever want to do again.
I don’t want to hurt Katya. I want to make her happy. I want to erase every nightmare with something beautiful.
And if making her happy meant letting her see her siblings? Then so be it. I leaned against the wall outside the clinic, dragging a hand through my hair.
I’d put my pride aside.
I’d renegotiate with Artyom, for Katya instead of Vera. It’d cost me. But I didn’t care.
Whatever it took for us to be together, for us to be happy, for her to be happy…I’d do it.
I loved her.
And it was time to let her know.
I walked back to her room with purpose, adrenaline pounding in my veins. And if she wouldn’t shut up long enough for me to say the words, I’d just kiss her senseless and…
I froze as I stepped into the room.
The bed was empty.
I stalked over to the bathroom. Nothing. At this hour, nurses were busy with rounds. No one would've noticed her slipping out.
Did she really walk out on me?
Was she really that serious about seeing her brothers without telling me?
Before I let myself spiral, my eyes caught something on the table by the bed.
Her phone.
If she was going to meet Zahkar and Yegor, she’d need it to contact them. I picked up her phone. There was something under it.
A sonogram.
I picked it up, staring at that blurry, beautiful image. Our baby. The very first image of life growing inside her.
I shoved both into my jacket pocket as it dawned on me. She didn’t walk out on me.
Katya was taken.
“Fuck!” I roared, grabbing the bed and hurling it against the wall with a crash.
