Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 63391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63391 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
I sit with that, and I know he’s right. I never pictured myself married, but then I met Katya and realized I couldn’t breathe without her. I never pictured fatherhood either, yet the second I saw that ultrasound, I knew I’d give this baby everything it deserves.
It scares the hell out of me how fast everything is happening, how this baby will be here in a handful of weeks. But Katya and I are in this together. Everything will fall into place.
Mikhail pushes to his feet and straightens his jacket. “Enjoy every second of it. You deserve this, Isaac. Don’t forget that.”
I nod and stand with him, clapping a hand to his shoulder. “Thanks, Misha.”
“Always,” he says, clearing the emotion from his throat. “Once the baby comes, don’t stress about a thing. I’ll handle everything so you can take some time.”
After he leaves, I lean forward, my gaze fixed on the photo under the glass. Soon I’ll see that face in person. I’ll memorize each curve of their nose, mouth, and eyes, and I’ll answer every time it cries.
For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel afraid. I feel completely ready to meet my child.
Later that night I find Katya in the bathroom, steam curling in the air and the scent of peppermint thick around us. She’s already soaking in the tub, eyes closed, head tipped against a rolled towel. Candlelight flickers across her skin, highlighting the curve of her shoulders and the gentle swell of her belly.
I kneel beside her and press a kiss to her damp temple. Her eyes flutter open.
“Hi,” she whispers, a gentle smile forming.
“Hi,” I murmur back, brushing her hair behind her ear. I reach for the oil she keeps on the edge of the tub, warm a few drops between my palms, then glide my fingers over her shoulders.
She releases a long, grateful sigh, melting into my touch.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
She hums in reply, her eyes fluttering closed again. “Tell me more.”
“You’re beautiful and brave and strong. You’re also a pain in the ass sometimes, but I’m learning to like that.”
She chuckles, her body relaxing under my hands.
I kneel lower, pressing a soft kiss to her bare shoulder, then lower still to kiss the top of her stomach. “I love you,” I murmur against her skin. “Both of you.”
She opens her eyes and looks at me, her expression soft and unguarded. Even at thirty-six weeks pregnant, she’s the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen. I know exactly what she’s thinking because I’m thinking it too.
I help her up and wrap her in a warm towel, then lift her from the bath and carry her to the bedroom. She gazes up at me as I lay her gently on the bed.
“You’re being sweet tonight,” she says, her voice heady.
“I’m always sweet,” I argue, feigning offense.
She raises a brow.
“Okay, okay.” I chuckle. “I’m sweet most of the time.”
She grins and pulls me toward her by the collar of my shirt. The kiss she gives me is deep and unrestrained, setting my blood on fire. Her tongue slips into my mouth, hot and searching. I’m hard just from her kiss, and I can’t help but wonder if I’m ever going to stop wanting her.
I push her gently back against the sheets and drop to my knees beside the bed, pulling her to the edge so she’s positioned exactly how I need her. She gasps when my hands part her thighs, but she doesn’t stop me.
“You don’t know how much I want you, wife,” I groan as I leave hot, wet kisses on the inside of her thigh. “I think about you every second of every day.”
“That’s a lot of thinking,” she says on a sigh.
“Mostly I think of all the ways I want to make you come,” I tell her, grazing over her labia to drive her wild before kissing the other thigh.
“Well, don’t let me be the one to get in the way of that,” she teases breathlessly. “It isn’t hard these days.”
“No,” I agree.
Her pregnancy has made her so sensitive to my touch. Each time her jaw goes slack and her eyes roll back, it electrifies me. When she lets out a string of words so filthy they even make me balk, the sight alone becomes my favorite pastime.
“So tonight, I could draw this out,” I muse, trailing kisses over her soft skin but avoiding the place she needs me most. “Or I could get right to it.”
She moans and tries to speak, but nothing intelligible comes out. She might be begging me to hurry, or maybe to drag it out. Either way, I spread her with my fingers and ease my tongue inside.
Her back bows toward me, a guttural sound ripping from her throat and shooting straight to my dick. She’s so goddamn wet and ready that a whisper of air would finish her, but I want her to feel every ounce of worship first.