Page 37 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
“What’s the last thing you remember?” I asked, adjusting in my chair.
She shaped her mouth, ready to respond, when the door opened and the doctor walked in, clad in his white coat.
“You’re awake,” he said, eyes pinned on Ester. “That’s good.”
She glanced at me, then at the doctor, then back at me again.
“Mr. Tarasov,” Dr. Allen greeted me, extending a hand.
I shook it firmly. “Dr. Allen. How is she?”
He offered a calm, professional smile. “Malnourished and a little dehydrated—nothing the right medication and some rest cannot fix. She’s stable now, physically. They both are.”
“They?” I asked, my brows rising in confusion.
Dr. Allen glanced back at Ester, then at the chart in his hands, before meeting my gaze. “The bloodwork came back. She’s pregnant.”
“What?!” Ester exclaimed, eyes wide with shock.
He hesitated for a second. “It’s still early. About two months. But everything looks normal so far. No complications.”
I was stunned by the news, shocked that Ester was in the family way. The words struck me like a dagger to the chest, leaving me speechless.
“No, no, Doctor, there must have been some kind of a mix-up somewhere—some mistake.” Ester shook her head, voice trembling in fear.
“I’m afraid there’s no mistake, ma’am,” he said, facing her. “You’re with child.”
I stood there, my pulse spiking as a million thoughts tugging at my mind, threatening to rip it to shreds.
Dr. Allen sensed the tension and cleared his throat, ready to dematerialize. “I’ll, uh…I’ll give you two some space.” He walked away.
I did the math; the doctor said she was about two months pregnant, and that was around the same time we slept togetherin New York. I drew closer to her bed, my eyes fixed on hers, even though she was suddenly avoiding my gaze. “Is it mine?” I asked.
Her jaw clenched, eyes fixed on the floor.
“Ester, is the baby mine?” I repeated, my voice a little louder than normal.
She still didn’t respond.
Her silence, the fear in her countenance, the panic—they all told me the answer I was searching for.
My heart sank into my stomach, my mind reeling with a dozen possible outcomes of this situation. This was bad. Terrible on so many levels. My plan’s gone to shit now—all of it. This baby had changed everything, complicated the whole scenario, and now I was left with the burden of reconfiguring my plans.
What the fuck have I done?
She raised her head and met my gaze. “Now what?” The confusion in her eyes and the fear in her voice were palpable.
Ester had every right to worry—to be afraid. This was a sticky situation. A very sticky one.
Wait a minute.
Every cloud, they say, has a silver lining.
I could still salvage the situation and make it work in my favor. A light bulb lit up in my head, and my lips curled into a self-satisfied grin. “You belong to me now, Ester. I own you all the way.”
A mix of fear and anger flashed in her eyes at the same time. But I couldn’t care less. I had the perfect plan all worked out.
Chapter 15 – Ester
