Page 31 of Russian Daddy

“Are you sure about that? It gets harder and harder for me to get back in shape each time.”

“Who are you kidding? You’re just as beautiful and sexy as you were the first time I saw you.”

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The white sandbeaches and crystal blue waters of Acapulco are breathtaking. Marta and I sit under an umbrella and sip our margaritas as Torin and the kids play on the shoreline. It’s another picture-perfect day of our two-week vacation.

“I’m not used to relaxing like this. I could get used to it,” Marta says.

“Torin told you he’d buy you a place down here. You should take him up on it. Then you can come and go as you please.”

“I might just do that. It’s tempting for sure.” She calls the waiter over and begins to order us each another drink, but I stop him before he goes back to the bar. I have special instructions for my drink.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t I get your order right?” Marta questions me and I suppose I can’t keep my secret from her any longer.

“You can’t tell Torin. I haven’t told him yet.”

“Tell him what?”

“I’ve been drinking alcohol-free margaritas this whole time because I’m pregnant.”

“Oh, Tess. When did you find out?”

“Just this morning. I had a feeling. I’m going to tell him tonight after the kids go down.”

“Mum’s the word. Congratulations.” She reaches over to hug me.

“Hey, what are we hugging for? What’s the occasion?” Torin asks as he towels off.

“I was just thanking Tess again for this lovely vacation. I’d hug you too but you’re covered in wet sand.” She gives me a wink.

* * *

With the kidssleeping soundly in our beachside cabana, I pour Torin a glass of wine and meet him out on the patio.

“Everyone all tucked in?” he asks, taking the glass from me. “Where’s your wine?”

“I’m okay. I just want to sit with you and enjoy the moonlight.”

He pulls me onto his lap, massaging my shoulders.

“Daddy, I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Anything, baby girl. You know that.”

“Remember when you said you wanted another boy?”

“Yes.” He turns me around and looks into my eyes.

“Well, I can’t tell you if it’s a boy or a girl just yet, but…”

“We’re having another baby?”

“Yes.” I squeal so loud I have to check to make sure I didn’t wake the kids.

“Oh, baby girl. That’s amazing. Thank you.”

“Thank you?”

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