Page 203 of Satin Sinner (Stepanov Bratva 1)

Fear curdles in my stomach, a wave of nausea washing over me.

Nausea. Fatigue.

I swipe at the tears rolling down my cheeks.

Emotional.

Check, check, and check.

I can feel my expression twist. Disbelief. Denial. Shock.

“Oh my God…” I breathe.

I’m pregnant.

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