Bratva Sinner (A Possessive Mafia Romance)

“What’s this about, princess?”

I took a deep breath and let it out.

“I’m pregnant.”

He sat up like someone kicked him in the ass.

“What?”

“Pregnant,” I said, grinning. “Found out a little while ago. I’ve been sitting up here thinking about how I’m going to get fat, you know? My body won’t ever be the same, the baby’s going to ruin it, and—”

“Fuck all that, you’re pregnant!” He shouted with joy and grabbed me, yanked me up from the chair, and hugged me like I was an overstuffed teddy bear. I groaned and tried to push him off, but he wasn’t having any of that. “You’re pregnant with my child! Everyone, my wife’s pregnant, this is the best day of my life!”

I laughed and finally wriggled out of his grip. “Okay, okay, I’m glad you’re happy.” I leaned up against his chest and he hugged me a little less intensely.

“God, so happy. That body stuff? Forget all that. I’ll love you no matter what, my princess, you and our little baby. I swear it now and forever.”

“You can be a little much sometimes.”

“I only speak the truth.” He kissed me nice and slow. “Now, why don’t we celebrate? I really do love that bikini.”

I laughed as he pulled me into the house and toward the bedroom, and not long later, he had his favorite bikini on the floor, and I was sweating and panting his name, and when we finished in a tangle of happy body parts and floating pleasure, I nestled up against him and let his arms wrap around me.

I felt safe, protected, at home. I felt like I could raise a baby here, with this man.

“My perfect wife,” he murmured, so close to sleep. “I can’t wait to see our baby.”

“I can’t wait until you’re hard again.”

He grinned, arching his back slightly. “Why don’t you spread your legs and tease yourself? I think I’ll be ready shortly.”

So I shimmied back and let him stare into my eyes—

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you too, darling.”

And I gave him everything he wanted.