Chapter Twenty Three
Mikhail
Months Later
C hiara’s hands grip the sheets, her swollen belly brushing against the mattress as I kneel behind her, my hands holding her hips as I guide her body into the slow, lazy rhythm we’ve found.
Like this, she’s on all fours, the perfect curve of her ass tilted up for me, her skin flushed and glowing.
Every part of her feels softer now, fuller too.
Her hips.
Her thighs.
Her breasts.
I’ve never been so obsessed with her as I have over these last few months she’s been growing our baby.
She’s perfect like this.
So round with our child.
So sensitive that Nikolai and I can barely touch her without her melting into us completely.
She’s always desperate for more.
She’s always needing us in the same way that we need her.
“Fuck, beauty.” I murmur as I brush my thumb up her spine, pushing into her deeper, feeling her stretch all around me. “You’re so fucking tight like this.”
She moans softly, but her mouth is already occupied by my brother.
Chiara’s lips are stretched around Nikolai’s cock, her hands braced on his thighs as he holds onto her with his fingers threaded through her hair.
“What a good girl.” Nikolai hums, his voice full of praise and hunger. “Look at you, darling, taking both of us so perfectly.”
Chiara whimpers around him, and I feel her walls flutter around me, her body tightening with every little tease and praise we whisper into her skin.
Every soft noise she makes only makes me drive into her even deeper, my grip on her hips tightening as I fight to keep my rhythm steady.
“Do you like this?” I murmur, leaning forward so my chest brushes against her naked back, my breath hot in her ear. “Being full from both ends, taking everything we have to offer you?”
Her moan turns into a helpless, muffled cry as she digs her nails into Nikolai’s thighs.
And I swear, I can feel her body tense in a way that tells me she’s close—so close.
“Let go for us.” Nikolai says, his thumb pressed to the corner of her mouth as she drools all over him. “Come for us whilst we’re both inside you.”
I pull my hips backward, thrusting into her harder, sharper, grinding deep against the spot that always makes her fall apart for us.
“Come for us, Chiara.” I growl. “Milk my cock. Soak me, beauty.”
Her body locks up, her entire form trembling beneath me, and then she’s going.
She falls into pleasure, and it’s a ripple that moves through all of us.
Her pussy squeezes me so tight, I can’t hold back my own curse as her moans become broken, muffled all around my brother’s cock.
“That’s it, darling.” Nikolai praises softly, bucking into her mouth. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
I’m still inside her, my hips rolling slower now, my cock slick with her release.
I savour the way her body pulses around me.
As she pulls away from Nikolai’s cock, she sags forward, resting her weight on his thighs as she sighs loudly.
I begin easing backwards, hoping to shift her into a more comfortable position, and that’s when it happens.
I feel it before I see it.
A sudden, warm gush is all around me, so much slicker than before, flooding down my cock, soaking the top of my thighs.
For a second, I freeze entirely, my heart slamming in my chest.
Have I hurt her?
“Chiara?” I slide a hand to her belly, protective instinct hitting me faster than panic. “Are you okay?! What was—”
She gasps, her eyes wide as she looks back over her shoulder at me.
“I—oh no.”
Nikolai’s eyes move away from her face to where my cock is still buried deep inside her, both of us staring at the mess beneath her.
The clear liquid is still trickling down her thighs.
Realisation hits me at once.
“Fuck.” I manage to croak out, holding her hips more gentle now, like she might break apart if I’m not careful. “Is that…”
Her breathing is fast and uneven, her hands cradling the underside of her belly.
She blinks, still wide-eyed, but now she’s smiling through the shock.
“My waters.” She whispers as her voice trembles. “It just broke.”
There’s awe in her voice, and something that’s a mix between giddiness and disbelief.
My heart stops, then it slams back to life so fast, I almost lose my balance above her.
“Holy fuck, darling.” Nikolai breathes out, his hands reaching out to hold her, his touch tender even though I can see the same wild panic and joy in his eyes that I’m feeling inside. “This is really happening.”
I ease out of her slowly, watching as her face lights up.
She’s all flushed and beautiful, and she’s all ours.
Chiara reaches out for the both of us at once, linking her hands with ours as she draws us into the moment with her.
“We’re having a baby.”
Her lips curve into the softest, brightest smile I’ve ever seen.
We’re having a baby.
Fuck.
This is really happening.
This moment feels frozen in time; Chiara with her wide eyes filled with awe, her breathless little smile, the way that her fingers are curled tightly around both mine and Nikolai’s fingers, like she’s anchoring herself to us.
Then, reality slams us both back into place.
We need to move.
Now.
Nikolai is already moving, reaching out for his phone.
Though his face is calm, I can see the tension in his jaw, and the sharp focus in his eyes.
“Let’s get you more comfortable.” I say, pressing a kiss to her damp forehead as I help her move. “I’ve got you, beauty.”
Her legs are still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, or maybe it’s the sudden shift into labour as her body is already working to bring our baby into the world.
I slide my arms around Chiara’s body, careful and steady, lifting her from the soaked sheets.
She makes a soft, startled noise as her hands grip my shoulders, but she doesn’t protest.
Of course she doesn’t.
She trusts me.
I carry her out of our bedroom and into the next room—it’s one we’ve set up for the birth of our baby.
Everything is ready here, and the space is warm, dimly lit, exactly how Chiara wanted it.
The bed for her to rest is already prepared, and extra towels and sheets are stacked nearby.
But before I can even think about helping Chiara get settled in, I need to get her changed first.
“Can you stand for me, beauty?”
I murmur into her hair as I ease her feet onto the floor.
My hands stay firm on her waist, holding her steady as she sways slightly.
“I think so.”
She whispers, leaning into me, resting her forehead against my chest.
I run my hands down her back, grounding her.
“I’ve got you. Just keep leaning on me.”
Nikolai’s voice carries from the other room, smooth and levelled as he speaks into his phone.
“Yes, her waters broke a few minutes ago. Mikhail and I will set everything up now.” There’s a brief pause. “She hasn’t said anything about contractions yet, but we’ll be ready for you.”
Reaching over, I grab the loose dress from the cabinet we set aside for this very moment, and I slip it over her arms, gently guiding it down her body as I help her become dressed.
My fingers brush over her swollen belly, and I feel how tight it’s now become.
Chiara’s breath hitches slightly, and I know it’s happening now.
The first contraction.
Her fingers tighten around my arms, her body tensing. The pain is enough to make her suck a sharp breath in.
Shifting my stance, I steady Chiara with one hand on her lower back, and the other supporting her as I press it under the curve of her belly.
“Breathe, Chiara.” I murmur, my voice soothing. “Let me help you.”
She exhales shakily, pressing her body further into mine.
She relaxes, just slightly, as I slowly begin swaying with her, rocking her body from side to side.
We’ve practiced this numerous times, so I know it helps her.
My hands move with her, massaging slow, firm circles over the tightness in her lower back.
“That’s it.” I whisper, keeping my body close to hers, letting her use me as her anchor. “Let your body do what it needs to do. I’ve got you, beauty.”
She hums a soft, relieved sound with her forehead still pressed against my chest.
“It feels good.”
I smile, pressing a kiss to her hair.
“That’s what I want to hear. We’ll keep doing this for as long as you need, okay?”
She nods, and that’s when I spot movement at the entrance of the room.
Nikolai steps in, his phone tucked away into his pocket, as his sharp eyes sweep over us.
He nods, looking straight at me.
“The doctor is on her way. Everything is falling into place now.”
A silent exchange passes between us.
We’ve got her. We always do.
Chiara sighs against me, rocking slowly as another contraction appears.
My brother moves into the room, his arms sliding around Chiara’s waist as she leans back into him, groaning slightly.
We move in sync with her, swaying softly as she breathes sharply with each contraction.
She trusts us to carry her through this, and we will.
Every step of the way.
It feels like time bends and warps around us.
I have no idea how long it’s been—minutes, hours—but none of it matters.
All that matters is her.
Chiara is in the birthing pool now, her body half-submerged in the warm water, her belly round and tight with every contraction.
She’s glowing like this, sweat-damp and flushed, with strands of hair clinging to her face.
And fuck, she’s never looked more beautiful.
More powerful.
More ours.
Nikolai is behind her, kneeling on the floor just outside of the pool, supporting her with his hands pressed firmly on her shoulders.
His lips brush the side of her head as he murmurs soft words of encouragement into her ear.
I’m in front of her, kneeling inside the pool itself, holding her hands as I rub my thumbs over her knuckles every time another contraction hits.
She’s panting now, her body trembling, her fingers squeezing mine so tight it sends a dull ache up my arm.
But I don’t care.
I’d let her break every bone in my body if it meant that I was taking even an ounce of pain away from her.
The obstetrician kneels nearby, her presence calm and steady, her voice soft but firm.