Page 148 of Sweet Deception
“My printsessa,” he murmured between kisses, his voice rough with a need that matched mine.
We went two more rounds, each as passionate as the first. until exhaustion claimed us both, and we slept tangled together.
Twenty Weeks Later
Gleb guided me into the hospital, my slightly swollen belly now a constant weight. The past few weeks had been rough, pregnancy symptoms hitting hard. Yesterday, I’d bled, and fear had gripped me ever since.
We’d done an ultrasound, and now we sat in the VIP waiting room, awaiting the results. The doctor had promised it’d take less than an hour. I laced my fingers with Gleb’s, resting my head on his shoulder, my heart pounding. I couldn’t bear bad news, I’d grown so attached to this baby, eager for it to arrive in the coming months.
I’d also asked the doctor to confirm the gender.
Footsteps approached. I looked up, spotting a man I’d seen only once, someone who worked with Gleb. “Boris,” Gleb said, standing abruptly. “What the hell are you doing here?”
I stayed seated, watching them.
“You weren’t answering your phone,” Boris replied.
“I’m with my wife. She needs me. Your calls just remind me of work I’m trying to escape.”
Boris glanced at me. “Hi, Mrs. Romanov.”
“Hey,” I said, forcing a smile.
“We need to talk,” Boris told Gleb.
“I’m not leaving her.”
“It’s urgent. I wouldn’t track you down otherwise.”
“Go,” I urged Gleb. “I’ll be fine.” The room was secure, and he wouldn’t be far.
He left with Boris.
I expected him back soon, but an hour passed with no sign of him. I could’ve called, but I trusted he hadn’t forgotten me. I leaned back, waiting.
The doctor appeared, holding a file. “Mrs. Romanov,” he said, handing it over. “Here’s the detailed scan results.”
“Is my baby okay?” I asked, opening the document with trembling hands.
Before he could answer, Gleb strode in. “Babe, I’m so sorry. Had to handle something.”
“It’s fine,” I said, smiling weakly, then turned back to the doctor. “Is my baby okay?”
Gleb joined me, peering at the results. “Our baby’s fine,” he said, voice brightening. “And it’s a girl.”
I looked at him, his genuine joy melting my fears. I hugged him tightly. I’d heard of miscarriages, the devastation of losing a budding life. If it had happened to me, I’d have been broken. But my baby, our girl, was alive, and that was everything.
“If you’ll excuse me.” The doctor turned and walked away.
“Our baby will be very cute.”
“That’s right,” he said, kissing me on the neck.
“Can I carry you to the car?”
Huh? We were going to pass by everyone, and I wouldn’t feel comfortable with us getting unnecessary attention. “I can walk.”
“Are you sure?” He looked very worried.
