Page 86 of Trapped By the Bratva

“I’m not mocking the situation. I knew that I could knock you up every time we fucked.” I emphasized the point by running my hand down over her mound and rubbing slightly.

“Then why didn’t you?” she asked.

I kissed her deeply, too needy for her sweetness. “Because I didn’t care if I knocked you up. It would’ve been fate.” I grinned at her, amazed that she would be mine. “When I found out you were a virgin, it got stuck in my head. That I was your first.”

She hummed, nuzzling closer to kiss along my jaw. “My last, too.”

“I love the sound of that.”

“I loveyou.”

I growled with satisfaction, squeezing her ass. “I love you, too.”

We kissed some more, bypassing that two-minute mark for the test, but we were too busy to stop.

“Will you love our child?” she asked, shy and quiet.

“All of them,” I promised.

“Allof them!” She laughed. “Just how many are you thinking of having?”

“As many as you’ll give me.” I prompted her to get up so we could look at the test.

“That’s quite a change from waiting to start a family.”

I shrugged, holding her hand as we walked toward the counter. “I would’ve rather had more time to have you to myself. I don’t like to share. But at least this way, our kids will have cousins close in age.”

She gasped, dropping her gaze to the sight of two parallel pink lines.

Positive. She was pregnant. Her intuition was accurate, after all.

“We’re going to have a baby,” I said dumbly.

“Oh, my God,” she squealed. Her face lit up with unbridled joy. After she covered her mouth, I pulled her into a hug and nudged her hand away to kiss her.

And kiss her.

And kiss her some more.

We ended up on the bed, naked and sated in short time, too impatient to celebrate the big discovery. She lay half on top ofme, limp and relaxed, rubbing those teasing small circles over my pec.

“Are you happy?” she asked sleepily.

“Very.” Avilov was caught and would pay forallof his crimes, not just the ones he’d done to me. Hannah agreed to be my woman, my wife, and now, the mother of my children.

I was a moron to insist on ever clinging to the past.

After I pressed a kiss to her temple and closed my eyes, I basked in the sense of completion.

I had my whole life ahead of me, and it was all thanks to the sweet, giving woman at my side.

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HANNAH

“Ooh, just get this one.” Becca argued the best she could, making her case with holding the dress up higher, as if I could miss what she was talking about.

It was gorgeous. There was no denying that fact. I winced at the price tag on the short white dress. While it was lovely, it wasn’t worth that amount. “It’s too much!”

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