Page 111 of Forced plus-size Bride of the Bratva
His hands are gentle, like always, his expression soft. He wipes the corner of my mouth, then leans back on his heels, watching me too closely.
“What’s wrong?” he asks again, voice low and steady.
I press the back of my hand to my forehead. “Maybe I ate something weird,” I murmur, not entirely convinced myself. “Or…maybe it’s just stress.”
“I’m sorry. I should have known the party would be too much for you. You were never a fan.”
I start to shake my head when something else clicks, and I frown a little. “Wait, I’ve been feeling more tired than usual lately.”
His eyes sharpen. “Tired?”
I nod slowly. “Yeah. Like…falling-asleep-in-the-middle-of-the-day kind of tired. And I’ve been dizzy a few times. Even had a couple of weird food aversions.”
Something clicks in my mind as I say it all out loud. My breath catches, and I meet Adrian’s eyes.
He stares at me for a beat. “Jennie,” he says carefully, “are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I…I don’t know,” I say, heart thudding. “But it’s a possibility.”
His jaw tenses, and he leans in slightly, his gaze never leaving mine.
“I’m calling the doctor. Right now.”
I shake my head quickly. “Wait. I…I think I have a test. A pregnancy test.”
His eyes narrow. “You think?”
“I do,” I murmur, already rising shakily to my feet. “It should be in my bag….”
I stumble out of the bathroom, Adrian trailing me like a shadow, his hand hovering near my back but not touching—like I might shatter. I rummage through my purse on the vanity, tossing aside lip gloss, a comb, and receipts. My fingers finally close around the small, unopened box, and I exhale a shaky breath.
I meet his eyes, holding it up. “Do you want to…stay with me?”
His face hardens like I’ve offended him. “You really think I’m letting you go through this alone?”
So I take the test.
And Adrian holds my hand the entire time.
Neither of us speaks, but the air between us is thick with tension, with hope, with fear. I can hear his breathing—low,controlled. I can feel the steady weight of his thumb brushing my knuckles.
We wait. The longest three minutes of my life.
Then the lines appear.
Two pink lines.
Positive.
I stare at them, my heart thudding in my ears.
Adrian leans closer, sees it too. But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t speak.
“Adrian?” I whisper, my voice trembling.
He exhales once, slowly. His eyes lock on mine. And then…a smile. Not a grin. Not a smirk. But something raw and wrecked and real. The kind of smile that cracks something open in my chest.
“You’re pregnant,” he says, like it’s the only truth that matters in the world.
