Page 33 of A Nanny For The Bratva Boss
Dad’s frowning. “And who is this man?”
I glance at Mikhail. He’s watching me, calm and steady. I take his hand, pulling him fully into frame.
“Mommy, Daddy, this is Mikhail, my fiancé.”
There’s a beat of silence. Then my mom says, “Um… hi, Mikhail.”
I bite back a laugh at her bug-eyed expression at the sight of my scary giant.
Dad chimes in. “What do you do, son?”
“Business,” Mikhail replies, which almost makes me burst with laughter.
“What kind of business?”
“Import. Export.”
Not technically a lie.
“How did you two meet?” my mom wants to know.
“He’s Ana’s husband’s cousin. He lives next door to them. So we were neighbors.”
“And now you’re engaged.” She’s smiling huge. Moms.
“You love him?” My father asks.
“Yeah, Daddy. I do.” Mikhail’s hand tightens on mine.
My dad looks at Mikhail, then back at me, his expression softening.
“Well,” he finally says. “As long as you’re happy, baby.”
“I am, Daddy.”
He clears his throat. “We need to meet properly, son. Soon, I hope.”
Mikhail nods. “Yes, sir.”
We talk for a few more minutes. My mom keeps wiping at the corners of her eyes. My dad’s beaming. They extort a promise to drive up to Oakland for New Year’s. And the second the call ends, I let out a long exhale. “That went so much better than I expected.” Mikhail kisses my temple. I relax into his embrace, my head on his chest, our legs tangled under a cashmere throw, looking into each other’s eyes, on our huge sectional, in our beautiful home. “They’re gonna love you.”
He grins, pulling me on top of him. His hand cups my face, then he’s kissing me. Soft. Slow. Like we have all the time in the world. Because we do. A lifetime.
Ten
MAYA
I’m staring at the pregnancy test like it’s going to change if I look at it long enough. It doesn’t. Two pink lines. Clear as day.Pregnant.I’m pregnant. With Mikhail’s baby. Holy shit.
My hands are shaking. My heart’s racing. And I can’t decide if I’m just terrified, overjoyed or… both?
We’ve been engaged for THREE freaking weeks. And now…
“Maya?”
I jump, nearly dropping the test. Mikhail’s standing in the bathroom doorway, looking at me with his intense blue eyes.
“You okay, baby?”
