Page 69 of Pregnant Prisoner By the Bratva
She placed her palm on her chest, her cheeks flushing at my response. “It’s been a while since I felt so…happy. And it’s all because of you.”
Sergei was right. Marriage did change me—turned me into a man I could hardly recognize in the mirror. My wife was the best thing that had happened to me. She was my better half, the light in my darkness.
Strange how much change her presence had brought into my life. Everything seemed easier with her—better and less stressful. Ever since the ultrasound months ago, things had been wonderful between us, and every day, I found myself thinking of more ways to make her happy.
Ester managed to thaw my stone-cold heart without even trying so hard. How she pulled that off should be studied. I’d grown so attached to her, although at first, I wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or not. Now, I’d come to realize that therewas no one else in the world that I’d rather be attached to than her.
That was the whole essence of marriage—two becoming one. One mind. One soul. One spirit.
About a year ago, if someone had told me that I’d fall so deeply for a woman half my age, I’d have doubted it. Much less a woman with the Moretti blood coursing through her veins.
Everything happened so fast, and the events that led to this moment—good and bad—all seemed perfectly orchestrated by fate.
Fate brought us together, presented us with an opportunity to love and be loved. Our story might have been a little rough at the beginning. But right now, it was hard to believe that there was ever a time I threw this amazing woman in my basement.
That guilt would gnaw at me for all eternity. However, the good news was that it was all in the past now. Dead and buried.
I shifted a few feet away, watching her with a quiet intensity, my hand stretched out before her.
She squinted, still beaming. “What’re you doing?”
“Dance with me,” I said simply.
Her brows arched. “Now?”
My response was a humble nod, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.
She heaved a sigh, mirroring my grin before almost reluctantly taking my hand. Carefully, I pulled her to the center of the room, my arm resting on the small of her back. She placed her hand on my chest, the cool jazz wrapping around us like a soft silk.
Her free hand locked with mine, fingers intertwined as we swayed, moving in sync with the music in the background.
Easily.
Slowly.
We danced together, basking in the peace this rare moment offered. She rested her head on my chest, her protruding belly grazing against my torso, soft, gentle, and gracious. Our bodies and feet moved in perfect harmony, our hearts beating as one.
Right here, right now, nothing else mattered. The world dissolved around us, and time itself seemed to be on a standstill. The music took control, catapulting us to a realm where nothing else existed but the two of us.
It was almost…magical.
I was at peace in my spirit. At peace in my mind, body, and soul. This feeling was like none I’d ever experienced, and I would never let go of the one woman with the key to my heart.
She whispered something underneath her breath, barely audible enough to reach my ears: “I think I’m falling for you.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll catch you,” I replied with the same tone.
She raised her head and met my gaze, her glassy eyes boring into mine. The words lingered between us like a promise.
Breath to breath, heartbeat to heartbeat, our bodies continued to move in harmony. I ran my thumb along her spine, tender and protective, her manicured fingers caressing my chest.
In the stillness of the moment and the night pressing close just beyond the windows, we held onto each other, reveling in the charge, the tension, and unusual peace we found in each other.
The music floated around us, candlelight flickering off the walls as we stood in the center of the room…connected.
This was a new beginning, one that would be filled with bliss and joy. Of course, I wasn’t ignorant of the fact that there would be challenges along the way, obstacles, and our love would be tested one too many times in the future.
But none of that mattered because we had each other, and come what may, we’d stand the test of time.
