Page 128 of Born into Chaos

Vitya smiles and steps closer, lifting me up so I’m sitting on the counter. Nudging my knees open with his thigh, he steps between my legs and plants his hands on either side of me. Leaning down so we’re face to face, he says, “You’re pregnant with my baby,pcholka.We bothknow it’s true.” Reaching one hand up, he cups one of my breasts, filling his palm with a soft groan. With a smirk, he says, “Your tits are a dead giveaway.”

“That would be the thing you’d notice,” I say with a laugh.

“I notice everything about you, Sveta. I have your body memorized, and I see every change, no matter how big or small.”

“Well, that’s lovely,” I tell him. “Try not to notice the unattractive changes.”

He lifts a brow at me. “Such as?”

“Stretch marks, cellulite, swollen ankles and legs, wrinkles when I get them, greying hair, all that good stuff.”

He laughs. “I’ll love every change your body makes, Sveta, because it’s you, and I love you.” Cupping my face, he kisses me softly and then glances over at the test. I know what it says by the way his entire face lights up.

“Positive?” I ask, just because I want to hear him say it.

“Positive,” he whispers before kissing me again. He picks me up and hugs me as I wrap my arms and legs around him. “I’m so fucking happy,” he murmurs against my lips.

“Me too, Vitya. I love you so much.”

“I love you too, baby.” He gives me one of his huge smiles, and I clasp my hands behind his neck, memorizing every detail of my husband’s gorgeous face in this moment. We both laugh when we hear Samantha’s cry coming from the baby monitor in our room.

“Ready to tell her she’s about to be a big sister?” he asks.

“Yeah, she’s not going to understand that at all,” I say with a laugh.

“We’ve got nine months, or maybe more like eight at this point. Plenty of time for her to understand.”

He carries me out of the bathroom, stopping so I can grab the purple bathrobe that he loves so much before we go to get our daughter and tell her the big news that she won’t understand until after the baby’s born.

With my husband’s arms around me, our daughter yelling for us tocome get her, and a new life growing inside me, I couldn’t be happier. I never could’ve imagined this future for myself. It’s so much better than I could’ve ever dreamt up, and I wouldn’t change a single detail of it.

It’s a perfect, chaotic mess, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Epilogue

Vitya

One Week Later

Svetlana walks into the living room, wearing the white dress she’d bought last week that I haven’t been allowed a peek at, and everything inside me stills. My wife is stunning. She didn’t want a traditional wedding dress, so she’s chosen a white dress that hugs her curves in a way that makes it hard for me to think about anything other than fucking her. The silky-looking fabric stops right above her heels, but there’s a long, open slit going up one leg that gives me glimpses of her toned thigh and calf with every step she takes. The dress isn’t cut too low, but it’s low enough to show off the tits that are swollen from her pregnancy.

“Change of plans,” I tell her. “We’re staying in. No one else is allowed to see you in this dress.”

She laughs like I’m joking and steps closer to me. Her eyes run over the black suit I’m wearing, and I suddenly feel self-conscious standing next to her. She’s so far out of my league it’s not even funny. I’m a nobody, just some guy from Moscow who’s become a careercriminal, but she is utter perfection and worthy of someone far greater than me.

“You deserve so much better,” I tell her, running my knuckles along her cheek and memorizing every detail of her beautiful face. With a soft smile, I add, “But I’m afraid you’re stuck with me.”

“There’s no one better than you,” she whispers. “And you’re stuck with me too.”

I laugh and bring my lips to hers, savoring the taste of my wife. “I can’t wait to see what you’re wearing under this dress,pcholka.”

“Play your cards right and maybe you’ll find out.”

With a laugh, I smack her ass and give her a wink. “Oh, I’m definitely finding out, sweetheart, but first things first.”

Grabbing the garment bag from where I’d slung it over the back of the couch, I hand it over to her with a wink. “I got you something.”

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, but as the words are leaving her mouth, she’s smiling and unzipping the bag. When she sees the wool coat inside, her eyes light up. “It’s beautiful,” she whispers, taking it out and holding the long, black coat up to her body.

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