Page 85 of Never Distract a Biker

“You should have let Lev or Zasha drive.” I gesture to his wounds. “You didn’t have to aggravate these cuts.”

“You and the babies come first,” he says, his voice a low growl of resolve. “I will never allow another man to take care of my family.”

The weight of his words settles over me, and I lean back into the seat. As the hospital comes into focus, I find myself whispering a silent prayer—not for me, but for the man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. For the man who has made me his family.

The car screeches to a halt in front of the hospital. Before I can unbuckle myself, Viktor is already at my door, scooping me into his arms as though I weigh nothing. His movements are swift and deliberate, his body radiating tension. I want to protest, to tell him I can walk, but his expression brooks no argument.

The cool, sterile air of the hospital hits me as we step inside. Nurses and orderlies freeze mid-step, their eyes darting between Viktor’s towering figure and me, cradled in his arms.

“Get me Dr. Damien! Now!” Viktor barks, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade.

I bury my face against his chest, the steady thud of his heartbeat grounding me. I feel vulnerable, but there’s also relief knowing I’m not alone. His arms tighten around me as if sensing my thoughts, and for a moment the world feels bearable.

“Moy Pakhan,” a calm, authoritative voice greets us. I glance up and see the tall doctor, his salt-and-pepper hair neatly combed and I understand why Mobs have men from every walk of life.

“Dr. Damien,” Viktor says with a curt nod.

The doctor’s gaze shifts to me, his expression softening. He greets me in Russian, and I manage a nervous smile in return. My hand drifts to my stomach as though shielding our children from the harsh realities of this world.

“It must feel great to have any door open for you?” I whisper to Viktor, half-joking.

His lips twitch a shadow of his usual smirk. “Yes,” he replies simply, his confidence as unshakable as ever.

The doctor gestures toward an examination room, and Viktor carries me forward. The stark walls and bright lights are a sharp contrast with the turmoil in my mind, but Viktor’s steady presence anchors me.

The cold gel against my stomach makes me shiver, but Viktor’s warm hand clasping mine steadies me. The ultrasound machine hums to life, and the room falls silent as the doctor begins his examination.

My heart pounds, each beat echoing in my ears as we wait. Viktor doesn’t say a word, his eyes glued to the screen. His grip on my hand is firm but not painful, a silent reminder that he’s here with me.

“There they are,” Dr. Damien announces, pointing to the screen. Two tiny figures come into view, their movements are faint but undeniable.

“Their heartbeats are strong and they are measuring quite well. The pregnancy is coming along just fine.” He tells us. I breathe a sigh of relief, and so does Viktor.

“Thank you, doctor.”

“Would you like to know the sex of the babies?”

My heart rate increases and my eyes find Viktor’s, and we reach an unspoken agreement.

“Da.” He confirms.

The doctor presses the prob a little firmer as the device slides across my cold stomach.

“Twins,” he confirms, a small smile gracing his otherwise professional demeanor. “A boy and a girl.”

Tears blur my vision as I look at the screen and then at Viktor. His usual stoic look falters, replaced by an expression of awe. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

“A boy and a girl,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. For the first time, I see him not as the fearsomePakhanbut as a mere man, vulnerable and filled with wonder.

As the doctor cleans up, I turn to Viktor, my gaze sharp. “Your turn,” I say, gesturing to the bloodstains on his shirt.

“My turn?” he asks, looking confused. “You expect me to get an ultrasound too?”

His words and genuine confusion have me in stitches with laughter.

“To get those wounds looked at.” I shake my head, unsurprised that he isn’t even thinking about himself.

“I’m fine,” he replies, brushing me off.

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