Chapter 27
Rurik
Four Months Later
“This doesn’t feel right,”
I said for the third time, but my damn dick was saying it felt more than fine.
“Would it help you along if I mooed? Let’s face it, I am as big as a cow right now,”
Mariya grumbled.
“That is your eighteenth offence,”
I snapped at her before pulling back to fuck her hard.
“Oh, yeah. Can you feel it when you hit against my ass? It’s the size of a house, so you can’t miss it,”
she moaned.
I grabbed a fist full of her hair and gave her what she’d been begging me for. I started to pummel her with thrusts, holding her hip with my other hand.
“My poor kid,”
I gasped, but it didn’t stop me from fucking my heavily pregnant wife, who knelt on our bed in front of me.
“I knew you had it in you,”
she said, placing her head on the bed. “Oh, yeah, right there.”
“Oh, fuck. You dirty little cow, are you rubbing yourself?”
I said when she began to gush around me.
I forgot about protecting my child and gave my wife what she needed. My big hard cock driving through her soft insides. I released her hair to grip both her hips as I felt my cock harden.
“You never tire of my dick,”
I said, feeling my balls being soaked.
She screamed as she came, but it was cut short as she tugged on our bed covers. Her entire body trembled, and I groaned as her pussy began to milk my cock, sucking the seed out of my balls.
“Yes, take my cum. You greedy little whore,”
I moaned as I exploded inside of her, lost in a world of pleasure.
It wasn’t until the last of my cum was emptied into her that I rubbed her back.
“Anything?”
“No,”
she groaned. “Why won’t this one come out?”
“It’s only one day overdue, baby,”
I crooned, rubbing her shoulders before reaching for our child, feeling her hard belly and caressing it. “Every pregnancy is different.”
“If you say that to me one more time—”
she threatened but abruptly stopped.
“What are you going to do?”
I said with a chuckle as I pulled out of her.
My amusement vanished as a rush of water gushed out of her. I knew I was good but not this kind of waterfall good. I froze—stood there like a statue. Not wanting to believe what had happened. What this meant.
“I think it worked,”
Mariya said lightly.
I stared at my feet. There was a puddle of water surrounding my feet.
“Rurik?”
I could do this.
“Can you help me up?”
I stared at Mariya. Up. She needs to sit up. I needed to get towels. I ran to the bathroom, slipping on the amniotic fluid, but caught myself before I fell. When I reached the bathroom, I realised I needed Maksim to get the car ready and let Orla know what was happening, but I didn't have my phone on me. I turned to leave the bathroom but remembered I needed towels.
Mariya lay on her side by the time I reached her. I flung the towels on the bed but put a few on the puddle so she didn't slip on the wooden flooring.
“I don't think there are enough towels here,”
Mariya said, but I frowned at the mountain of towels on the bed. “I’m joking,”
she said as I turned to get more.
“This is not a joking matter. I told you that it didn't feel right,”
I said, feeling sick and breaking out into a cold sweat. “You stay right there and don't move a single inch.”
I was at my wit's end with a nervous energy that I’d never felt before, but it was fear—fear of something happening to the only woman I loved and the fear of anything happening to our child.
The phone. I needed my phone.
I grabbed it from the nightstand, keeping an eye on Mariya. I rapidly spewed instructions for Maksim, who would ensure Artyom and Orla were informed of the current emergency. The bags were in the car. All I needed to do was help Mariya.
I could do this.
***
It turned out I couldn't do it, so Artyom did it since I fainted in the delivery room. The bastard was always there before me, but I forgave him since he recorded Liliya’s first moments in the world while I was being bandaged up. No matter how much I insisted, they wouldn't let me into the delivery room until my cut had been seen too.
As I held my little princess, everything vanished. Mariya lay on the bed with a content smile on her face, but that could be from all the drugs she demanded. I cringed when I remembered Liliya’s head crowning. That was the point when I hit the floor. My legs felt a little shaky, and I sat beside Mariya.
“She is beautiful, Mariya, thank you,”
I whispered to her, not wanting to wake Liliya up. “It still hurts that I wasn't there for the twins.”
“You're here now. Alexei and Tatiana will never know any different with the amount of time and love you’ve given them.”
I leaned over to kiss her as our golden-haired daughter protested between us.
“I love you all,”
I whispered against her lips.
“We know,”
she said as tears welled up in her deep blue eyes.