Chapter 16
Valeri
The feel of Evie bolting from the bed has me reaching for the gun I left on the nightstand last night, but instead of some unknown threat, I hear what the real problem is. Setting the gun down on the bathroom counter, I rush to her side and hold her hair back as her small body heaves and shakes.
“Baby,” I whisper against her head, giving her a kiss as she trembles against me.
“God this is embarrassing,” she groans when her poor body is finally empty.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” I give her another kiss and then hurry up and wet a washcloth for her. Pressing it against her forehead, she sighs and leans into me.
“I guess I might be seasick after all.” Her voice is shaky and soft, and I hold her tighter against me, rubbing her back in soothing circles. When she’s feeling well enough, I help her stand and lead her to the counter where she immediately grabs her toothbrush.
While she gets cleaned up, I walk back into the bedroom and then come back carrying a small box. “I’m not so sure it’s seasickness, lapochka.”
She eyes the pregnancy test I’m holding. Her hand stills mid-brush as her beautiful eyes get a little bigger.
I smile and set it on the counter. “It says it’s best to use it first thing in the morning. Want me to stay?”
She spits out her toothpaste and grabs the box.
“Do I want you to stay and watch me pee on a stick? I think you getting up close and personal with my asshole last night and then seeing me vomit this morning was enough reality for one honeymoon. We need to keep some mystery in this marriage, don’t we? ”
I laugh and kiss her, tasting the mint on my lips and tongue after I’ve pulled back. “I’ll be right outside. Don’t read it without me.”
“I won’t,” she promises.
I step out and pace the bedroom, barely noticing the breathtaking view out the windows that circle around the room. When I hear the door open, I rush over to her and wrap my arms around her.
“We have to wait three minutes,” she murmurs against my chest.
“It’s positive. I know it is.”
She hears the excitement in my voice and tilts her head to look up at me. “Are you really that happy about it? It’s not too much too fast?”
I cup her face, kissing the tension away from her scrunched-up brow. “I’m more than happy, baby, and it will never be too much with you. I can’t wait to start a family.” Planting my hand on her lower belly, I say, “I can’t wait to see you big and pregnant.”
She laughs and rests her hand on top of mine. “I’ll remind you that you said that when I’m nine months pregnant and can’t even see my own feet.”
“You won’t need to. I’ll be too busy fucking you and proving that it’s true.”
I smile at the red blush that spreads across her cheeks, but before I can kiss her again, I hear her phone’s timer go off in the bathroom.
Picking her up, I carry her in, and we both stare at the two pink lines on the stick.
I’ve already read the instructions, so I know exactly what those two lines mean.
Laughing, I wrap my arms around her even tighter and press my forehead to hers.
“We’re having a baby, sweetheart,” I whisper.
She laughs and cups my face, running her fingers over my dimple like she loves to do. “A baby,” she whispers back.
I hold her for several more minutes, wanting to memorize every detail of the exact moment when I went from being a husband to also being a father.
Technically she’s only a few weeks pregnant, but I can already envision the little guy.
I lift her up even higher, making her let out a squeal when she’s high enough for me to kiss her stomach.
“Our son,” I say, giving her a wink.
“Or daughter,” she says with a laugh when I pull her back down and then carry her to the kitchen because she still looks too pale for my liking.
“I would love a little girl, but I have a feeling it’s going to be a little boy. The next generation of Medvedev bosses.”
I set her down in one of the comfy chairs near the kitchen area and she quickly puts both hands on her stomach, already trying to protect him from the scary world.
“I can’t think about that yet. If I start to worry about all that, I’ll go crazy.
Leaving him when he’s old enough for school is going to be hard enough. ”
“I will never let any harm come to him, lapochka.” I start the coffee and grab some herbal tea for her before reaching for the eggs. “I can’t wait to tell my brothers.”
She smiles and watches me start breakfast. I keep waiting for the fear to set in about becoming a daddy and about being married and bonded to one woman for the rest of my life, but I’m too busy being happy.
Instead of fear and the dreaded claustrophobia that used to accompany thoughts of getting a woman pregnant, I feel nothing but an ecstatic happiness that makes it impossible to stop smiling.
The rest of our honeymoon is a perfect mix of swimming, relaxing, and fucking, and by the time I steer the yacht into our boathouse, we’re already planning our next trip out.
Every day I wake up with my wife in my arms, and it seems like every day, our son grows a little bigger.
When the doctor told us we were having a boy, I’d laughed and given her a big I told you so look and then kissed her so hard that her face was still beet red when we left.
Now she’s nine months pregnant and so beautiful that every time I look at her, it freezes me in place.
It always takes a couple of seconds for me to get my bearings, to remember that she’s mine and that this really is my life now.
I lean against the doorframe of our son’s nursery, watching her, and I know the exact second she realizes I’m here because a smile spreads across her face before she looks over her shoulder at me.
She’s wearing her glasses today, and the sight of them always makes my cock twitch, reminding me so much of the first time I saw her.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” I tell her, running my eyes over her rounded belly and the way her hips have filled out. God, every stage of this pregnancy has just made me hornier than the last. I feel like a fucking teenager again, unable to think about anything other than sex.
She watches me walk towards her, a smile playing at her lips. “You’re insatiable, Valeri.”
I smile because she’s right, but also because I see the heat and desire mirrored in her own eyes. She’s been just as insatiable as I’ve been. For a while there, I was actually worried I wouldn’t be able to keep up with her. I did, of course, but it had been a terrifying couple of days for me.
As soon as I’m close enough, I cup her face with one hand and bring my other to her belly.
Leaning down, I kiss her slowly, savoring the taste and feel of her, and when our son gives a hard kick, I smile against her lips.
He’s a feisty little guy, and I’m afraid he’s going to be just like me.
God help us. I can already feel the grey hairs coming in.
Sliding my hand up, I cup one of her swollen breasts, running my thumb over the hard nipple I can feel straining against her shirt.
She’s filled out everywhere, including her tits, and they’ve been extra sensitive so I’ve barely taken my hands off them the last couple of months.
When I start to kiss a line down her neck while unbuttoning the pink-and-grey plaid shirt she’s wearing, she moans and runs her hands through my hair.
“I need you,” I whisper against her skin, pulling her bra down and wrapping my lips around the hard, pink nipple that’s waiting for me.
“Then take me,” she moans, arching her chest out for more.
With a groan I give her another hard suck and then scoop her up into my arms, carrying her to our bedroom.
Sex while pregnant has been an interesting, creative endeavor, and when most positions became uncomfortable for her, I surprised her by installing a sex swing.
It’s my new favorite fucking thing, and I can’t wait to use it to its full potential when she’s no longer pregnant and can tolerate rougher things.
Before I lift her into it, I set her down and slowly strip her gorgeous body, leaving her glasses on because I want to fuck her while she’s wearing them.
Seeing her pregnant does something to my brain every time I see her naked.
I want to beat my fists against my chest and growl like a fucking animal, letting the whole goddamn world know that she’s mine.
It’s ridiculous, I know, but the desire is there all the same.
“Fucking hell, Evie,” I murmur, running my hand along the curve of one breast, drawing my fingers over her skin and across her nipple. “How is it possible that you get more beautiful every single day?”
She smiles and starts to pull my shirt off. “You’re the gorgeous one, Valeri, and now I want to see my sexy husband wearing nothing but a smile.”
I laugh and help her out, undressing in record time before scooping her back into my arms. She’d insisted we install the swing in our large, walk-in closet because when my brothers bring their kids over, the little rascals run all over the place, and the last thing either of us wants is to be asked if they can play on the unusual swing hanging from our bedroom ceiling.
I’m okay with the compromise, especially after adding in a few extra mirrors so I can easily see her from every angle.
When I set her down in it, she grabs the straps in front of her and wiggles into a comfortable position while I hook her legs through another set of padded straps that keeps her thighs spread open nice and wide for me.
Weightless, she hangs in front of me, splayed open and looking so damn sexy that just the sight of her has pre-cum dripping down my shaft.
Her rounded belly is between us, and the swing is angled so she’s more sitting up than laying down to keep her more comfortable, allowing me to keep my eyes on hers as I step closer.