Page 71 of The Bratva's Sextuplets
It’s a luxury to have that in the house instead of having to spend time at the hospital NICU like other parents, but I still dread thetime they’ll be in there. “That’s two months of worrying about whether they’re strong enough to survive.”
“Or, two months of watching them grow stronger every day.” He reframes the scenario in a way that feels less terrifying.
“You make it sound manageable.” I study his face for any sign of the anxiety I know he must be feeling. “Are you scared about any of this?”
“I’m terrified,” he says with blatant honesty. “It haunts me that something will happen to you during delivery, and I’ll be left with six babies and no you. I’m terrified something will happen to one or all of them, and I’m worried I won’t know how to be a good father to one child, let alone six.”
“You don’t show it.” I appreciate his vulnerability even as it makes me realize how much pressure he’s been putting on himself to be strong for both of us.
“I show it to you,” he says softly. “You’re the only person I can be scared with.”
The admission creates an intimacy between us that feels different from our physical connection. This is emotional nakedness that goes beyond anything we’ve shared before, and it makes me want to be closer to him despite the physical limitations of my condition. “I want you to hold me, not because I need help with something, but because I miss being close to you.”
“Are you sure?” Tigran’s concern is touching. “The doctor said to avoid anything that might cause stress or physical strain.”
“Being close to you doesn’t cause stress.” I shift carefully to make room for him on the bed. “Being separated from you causes stress.”
He settles beside me with careful movements that avoid jostling my position. He puts his arms around me gently, and the tension in my body begins to relax for the first time in weeks. “I miss this.” I press my face against his chest, breathing in the scent that’s become so familiar to me. “I miss feeling connected to you instead of just feeling like a medical condition you’re managing.”
“You’re never just a medical condition to me.” His voice is muffled against my hair. “You’re the woman I love, who is carrying our children.”
“I miss feeling desirable instead of just feeling enormous.” The confession is embarrassing but honest. “I miss feeling like your wife instead of just feeling like an incubator you’re protecting.”
“You’re the most desirable woman I’ve ever known.” He pulls back to look at me directly. “Pregnancy hasn’t changed that. If anything, watching you grow our children makes you more beautiful to me.” He puts his hand on my belly, finding the spot where the babies are still most active. “You’re doing something miraculous and seeing you take such good care of our babies adds to my feelings for you, both physically and emotionally.”
The tenderness in his voice combined with his gentle touch suffuses me with emotional warmth. For the first time in weeks, I feel like myself instead of like a vessel carrying precious cargo. “I love you even when I’m frustrated and scared and completely out of my element.”
“I love you too.” He leans down to kiss me, careful not to put pressure on my expanded abdomen. The kiss starts gentle butdeepens as weeks of emotional distance dissolve between us. When we break apart, we’re both breathing harder, and there’s desire in his expression that mirrors what I’m feeling.
“I want to be close to you.” The words come out breathless. “Really close, not just emotionally close.”
“Are you sure that’s safe?” Tigran’s concern is genuine, but it’s clear he wants the same connection I’m craving.
“Dr. Kozlova said intimacy is fine as long as we’re careful and avoid positions that put pressure on my abdomen.” I reach for him with more confidence than I’ve felt in weeks. “I need to feel like your wife again.”
Tigran explores my changing body with gentle touches and traces the curve of my expanded belly with awe. “You’re so beautiful like this.” His voice carries wonder as he presses gentle kisses along my collarbone. “Carrying our children and growing our future inside you…”
“I feel enormous.” The complaint slips out despite the warmth spreading through me from his touch.
“You feel like a miracle.” He shifts carefully beside me, mindful of my size and comfort. “You’re the most incredible woman who’s ever existed.”
When he takes my breast into his mouth, swollen and sensitive from pregnancy, I arch against him with a gasp. The sensation is more intense than before, with every nerve ending heightened by the changes in my body.
“Does this hurt?” He pulls back immediately, concern replacing desire in his expression.
“No.” I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling him back to me. “It feels amazing. Different but amazing.”
He continues exploring with careful attention to my responses, learning how pregnancy has changed what brings me pleasure. When he slides his hand down to cup my pussy, finding me already wet with need, he groans against my skin.
“So ready for me.” He parts my folds gently, circling my clit with the perfect pressure. “So fucking perfect.”
“I need you inside me.” The words come out breathless as he works me higher. “I need to feel connected to you.”
“How do you want me?” He waits, letting me decide how we come together. “What feels best for you?”
I turn onto my side, and he settles behind me, pressing his chest against my back while his cock nudges against my entrance. The position lets him support my belly while giving us both what we need.
“Like this.” I reach back to guide his cock to my channel, gasping at the sensation of his cockhead sliding gently inside me due to our careful positioning. “Yes, just like this.”
