Page 66 of Debt to the Mafia King
Viktor, though?
“There are options and—”
“No,” I said quickly.
“Excuse me, I need to go.” Without another word, Viktor left the room.
“Well, ok, let’s check you over.” The doctor sighed. “How are you feeling, Leah?”
Heartbroken, scared, and confused. “Like I was blown up,” I said instead. “Honestly, I don’t feel bad at all, considering, apart from my eyes.” I tapped my temple gently.
“Let’s have a look at them. I’m going to flash a light in them. Ok? Just let me know what you can see.”
A light flashed, sweeping across my face, and I blinked at the sudden brightness.
“I can see that. It’s just sort of grey and hazy.” Even as I said it, I realized the blackness was almost all gone, and the greyness was fading.
If I concentrated, I could actually see outlines.
“But it’s better than when I first woke up.”
He clicked the light off. “That’s good. I think you should have some sight back in a few hours and full vision back in a few days. The rest of your injuries are pretty superficial. But I do want to take a look at the baby.”
“Me too.”
“I can arrange for the scan to be now, or would you want to wait for your husband to come back? There are—”
If he said options again, I was going to take a swing at him. There weren’t any options for me. Even if Viktor hadn’t been happy about the news, it wouldn’t stop me from loving this baby.
“I can see by your face that you want to wait, and that’s fine. I’ll arrange something for this afternoon. You should rest now, Leah. Your body needs to heal. I’ll have a nurse look in on you in a little while.”
He left, and I fell back onto the flat pillows with a sigh. I was pregnant.
Knocked up by a man who was my husband, but not really. No wonder Viktor had freaked out. Ours was an arrangement that was meant to be over next year. Having a child together complicated matters.
But it didn’t have to. If Viktor didn’t want to be involved, then I wouldn’t force him to be.
My eyes closed, and I sighed. I was tired, which was crazy because I had been asleep for two days. Surely I should have been wide awake?
Something touched my arm, and I shifted away, still half asleep.
“Sleeping—” I said to the nurse. I knew it was rude, but I wasn’t in the mood to be prodded and poked.
“I know, Printsessa.”
My eyes flew open to find Viktor hovering over me. I could see his face creased into a wide smile as he ran his fingers over my face and hair.
Everything was a little blurry, but I could see again. I let out a sigh of relief that was partly because I had my sight back and partly because he was back.
Back and calling me Printsessa, which meant he wasn’t mad anymore.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, in shock,” I added honestly. Letting my eyes sweep across his face, I took a deep breath. “Look, I know this is a shock to you, but I want you to know that it doesn’t need to change anything. You don’t need to be involved.” Another shaky breath. “And if you don’t think, well, I don’t need the money. I can manage.”
“Be quiet, Leah.” His lips thinned, and I fell silent. “Yes, it was a shock, and yes, it changes everything, but not in the way you are thinking.” Bending over me, he pressed his lips to my mouth in a feather-light kiss.
“I’m happy you are pregnant, Printsessa.” Another small kiss. “Yes, it was a shock, but the only thing that it changes is how long I get to keep you.”
