Chapter 29 Alexsei
ALEXSEI
Spring approached with every passing day. The weather turned around with rain and storms, gray, windy afternoons that should’ve been gloomy.
Nothing could drag me down. My mood was high and everything was bright.
“You’re right on track.” The doctor wiped off the gel from Kalina’s stomach and smiled.
“The baby is healthy?” she asked, proving how new and nervous she was about all of this.
“Very,” the doctor answered. She was also here at the mansion to check on Raisa, since she was getting so close to her due date. “Healthy mom and healthy baby. Everything looks good, so keep up what you’re doing.”
What Kalina was doing was growing and becoming the woman her brother never wanted her to be.
Brave to speak up for her wishes.
Wise to learn how to defend herself and make a personal stance on her safety.
Sexy in how she explored what she liked and disregarded his twisted orders.
Smart in how she applied herself to beginner courses to educate herself.
She was flourishing, and it was a reward each and every day to witness how much she was changing.
After her appointment, the doctor left our bedroom. Kalina lay on the bed, though, smiling at me as I sat on the edge of the mattress and gazed at her.
“What’s that smile for?” she asked me.
I stroked my fingers over her delicate hand.
“I’m impressed.”
She laughed once. Music to my ears. “Impressed that I’m cooking a healthy bun in my oven?”
I leaned in to kiss her. “No. Just impressed by all you’ve done.” Before she could be self-depreciating or dismiss my praise, I added more. “You’ve overcome trauma. You’re going to school. You’re learning how to manage this pregnancy. I am proud of you, Kalina.”
She sat up to kiss me, cupping my face and sighing happily after she parted her lips from mine.
“All thanks to you.” She scooted to get off the bed, and I stood with her. “Not just because you give me freedom and space to decide things for myself, but for the simple fact that you ever found me on that bench.”
I held her hand as we exited the room. Misha would be home soon, and he and Kalina had started a habit of preparing his after-school snack together.
I couldn’t wait for her to move in with me.
Wherever that would be. I felt it might make her feel better to be here when she delivered, to borrow and lean on the expertise and backup advice from Gabriella, Raisa, and Sadie.
But already, I was getting addicted to the light in her eyes when we’d house hunt.
How she’d imagine what could go in which empty rooms and where she might want to decorate for the holidays in them.
Making her smile was my greatest achievement.
“Raisa is the one to thank on that note,” I replied. “She was the one who was glum about not knowing where you were. On New Year’s Eve, she’d admitted that she wished she could get in touch with you. Luka overheard her, and he assigned me to handle it.”
She reached up to kiss my cheek. “Well, then, if she’s not too uncomfortable, maybe I should pay her another visit and thank her again for staying curious about me after all this time.”
“I should thank her as well.”
Because we had time before Misha would be home, we headed toward the area of the mansion where Raisa had been staying. Because she was so close to having her baby and she didn’t want to deliver in a hospital because it had the risk of lessened security, she was set up in another wing near mine.
“And maybe if she’s bored with bed rest again, I can talk to her about those ideas she asked me to look into for the foundation.”
Another huge smile lifted my lips. Hearing Kalina talk about her work with Raisa and Gabriella was more of a gift.
A blessing. Due to her past of being controlled and sheltered and abused by her brother, she seemed more committed to helping other women who might be in unfortunate circumstances.
Raisa wanted to give back to the world, and she’d schemed with Gabriella to focus on creating a fund and facility for homeless women, women on the run, and also young expectant mothers or single mothers with no resources.
It was a perfect setting for Kalina to give back as well, and I was a witness to how much joy she got from putting in time as an administrative executive.
Little did they know, we were in the talks of having Simon team up and help behind the scenes.
If women were showing up at the future facility and needing assistance with exes or others from Mafia families targeting them, we’d employ our style of help in removing the assholes from the face of the earth.
When we neared Raisa’s room, though, it was quickly clear that our timing was lousy. Between the low groans that sounded more animalistic than womanly and the screams that had me tensing in panic, I feared something was very wrong.
Ivan’s strong, calm voice of coaching his wife through contractions explained it all.
“She’s having the baby!” Kalina gripped my hand with excitement.
A nurse stepped out of the room then and glanced at us. “Oh. She’s here,” she called back into the room.
“Kalina?” Raisa called out.
“Yes?” she replied.
“Help!”
I released her as we approached the door, but I didn’t enter.
“Help?” Kalina asked. “I don’t know how…”
“Just be here. And hold my hand. I don’t know. Just be here so I have someone who would actually know and empathize with what I’m—” She cut herself off with another low groan of pain, wincing as she bent over and held her belly.
“I’m just going to…” I backed up as Kalina glanced at me. She gave me a nervous smile, but I could tell that she would stay. She would help, however she could. It was no mystery that she liked to be included, to be told that she was worthwhile and needed. Wanted.
I winked at her and retreated, not wanting to become a crowd in here. “I’ll be in the hallway. As, um, backup?” I shot Ivan a look, and he dismissed me with a wave, all eyes on his wife.
“Ah. Mr. Dubinin,” the doctor said as she hurried into the room past me. “We meet again.” She nodded at Ivan. “And the other Mr. Dubinin,” she said with a light laugh. “Ready to meet your child?”
“I am!” Raisa said. “I am more than ready to evict this baby once and for all.”
“He or she is only five days late,” Ivan said, patting her hand that he held.
“Only?” Raisa and Kalina said it in unison.
“I’ll be quiet,” he muttered with an encouraging smile.
I did as I said I would. Waiting in the hallway, I texted the others that Raisa was in delivery.
Gabriella and Luka rushed to stand out in the hallway with me. Allan offered to babysit Lev and Misha. But Emil and Sadie came too late to need to wait for long.
A baby cried once they joined us in the hallway.
“It’s a boy!” Ivan announced moments later.
Congratulations were shared all around. Lev rushed close to meet his baby brother. But I had all my attention on Kalina once she came out of the room.
The bewildered smile on her face wasn’t anything to laugh at, but I couldn’t help it.
“Hey, if you want an epidural, you are more than welcome to tell the doctor.”
She laughed once, like an incredulous bark. “Um, yeah!”
“Are you more nervous now?” I asked once we were back in our room. Misha was still with Allan and Lev, fascinated by the new baby.
“A little bit.” She sighed as she closed the bedroom door and went to lie down on the bed.
We’d been there for hours, and it was later than I realized.
“But it was sweet how Ivan was right there the whole time,” she admitted as I sat next to her.
“Well, he wasn’t there when Lev was born, so I imagine this meant a lot to him.” I encouraged her to lean against me in a side hug. “And just know that I will be there for you. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
When I thought back to what I’d said, I wanted to cringe. “I mean, if you want me there.”
She laughed lightly, crawling over to straddle me. “Alexsei, you are too good to me.”
“I am?” I slipped my hands under the hem of her shirt to stroke her soft skin.
“Yes. You don’t need to be obsessive about letting me know I have free will.”
I smiled. I bet I looked sheepish.
“Of course, I want you there when we welcome our baby to the world. And that is most certainly something you could insist on, too.” She leaned in and kissed me.
It started slow and sweet but quickly heated up.
“I will never doubt that you want me to have the right to make my own choices. You’re not the barbarian control-freak I was supposed to fear. ”
A long exhale left my lips. “Good.”
“Now, how about you help me figure out how to be a good girl for you?” She smiled slyly, peeling off her shirt.
I raised my brows, reaching up to tug the cups of her bra down to expose her ripe tits. They were so much bigger with her pregnancy, and to my delight, so much more sensitive. “Now? You’re in the mood for this now?” I sucked on her nipples, enjoying her instant reaction of a gasp.
“Yeah. Definitely.”
I laughed as I moved my mouth to her other breast. “I would imagine you’d be freaked out about anything in that department.”
“Maybe I am.” She leaned up on her knees and I guided her to slip her skirt off. Then her panties. “Which is why I want the distraction of you deep inside of me and preventing me from thinking at all right now.”
“My pleasure.” I unzipped my pants and helped to give us access. She hampered my efforts, scooting further back until she was on her hands and knees over me, sucking my dick deep into her mouth. With vigor, she licked and swirled her tongue, taunting me not to come too soon.
She had me panting, grabbing the bedspread, and tensing my thighs with the urgency to shoot my cum down her throat. I knew she said she wanted to be distracted, and damn, was she focused on nothing but sucking me off.
“That’s it.” I strained to hold on, weak under the sweet suction and pressure of her lips on me. “That’s my good girl. You like taking my dick in your sexy mouth, don’t you?”
She lifted her gaze to me and smiled. The hum of satisfaction she teased me with almost did it.
“Fuck. That’s right. You’re such a fucking good girl, wrapping your lips around me so tight.”
Another sexy-as-fuck hum was her reply, and I almost lost the fight to hold on.
But she changed her mind, perhaps too horny by pleasuring me.
After she withdrew my cock from her mouth, she stroked the slick surface of my erection with her hand.
And as she scooted back up to straddle me, she smeared her arousal and juices on my thigh as she crawled back up to sit on me.
To impale herself on my dick. To sheath me with her tight cunt.
Holding her breasts and tweaking her tender nipples between my thumbs and fingers, I waited until the perfection of her seated on me. All the way in. Gloving me like she had been made for me and we were meant to come together like this.
With slow, then faster rocking grinds on my lap, she set up an impatient rhythm of fucking me. Of riding me. Of urging us to lose our control until we came together.
“Fuck,” she whispered breathlessly as she squeezed me tight.
“I love you,” I got out in a grunt. “Goddamn. I love you, Kalina.” Holding her against me, I closed my eyes to the press of her lips against my cheek in a tired kiss.