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Viktor’s expression shifts from surprise to something much more serious. “We need to see a doctor. We need to know for certain.”
I laugh a little, but his face tells me it’s not a joke. “I mean, we could just take a regular pregnancy test.”
“They’re not accurate,” he says, his eyes so sharp they feel like they’re pricking my skin. “I don’t trust that sort of thing. I want to know for certain.”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “I won’t argue,” I tell him. “I think you’re right to want to know for sure. It would make me feel better too, knowing I’m not just sick.”
A smile spreads across his face, and his lips look like they need to be kissed. I lean in and plant a big one on his mouth, which makes him smile even bigger. All the money in the world, and his smile is the most valuable thing I have.
“We can go now, if you’re ready,” he says, looking at my barely touched breakfast.
“Don’t we need to make an appointment, or is that what we’re doing?”
He chuckles. “Darling, we don’t make appointments when we’re rich. Time can’t be earned back tomorrow. We must make of it what we can today.”
“Always such a poet,” I tease.
Without warning, Viktor sweeps me into his arms, carrying me like I’m made of glass. “Let’s go, my darling.”
“Viktor!” I protest, laughing. “I can walk, you know.”
“I’m not taking any chances,” he replies, already moving toward the door. “And besides, you’re light as a feather. It’s nothing for me.”
His protective nature is so endearing. I give in, resting my head against his shoulder. He smells like sweat and the faintest hint of his cologne. I’ve grown familiar to his smell, comforted by it even when he thinks he stinks.
I giggle as he jumps through the doorway with me in his arms, practically running toward the stairs. “If you drop me, I’m never letting you hear the end of it,” I warn.
“Never,” he promises, his eyes flickering down to me. “I will always keep you safe.”
He never fails to put butterflies in my stomach and warmth in my heart. I snuggle up to him, grateful that I don’t have to walk to the car, even though I’m fully capable of doing so. It’s nice tobe treated like a princess, especially when the man doing it could kill a person with his pinky.
The drive to the doctor is quick with Ivan at the wheel. Viktor is tense beside me, one hand on the headrest in front of him, the other gripping mine tightly. His thumb strokes the back of my hand, a soothing gesture that helps a bit to ease the bundle of nerves in my stomach. I suspect nothing will take it away fully but the knowledge of whether I’m pregnant.
We arrive at the clinic, and Viktor helps me out of the car, his hands steady and protective. He tries to pick me up, but I want to walk this time. “I’m fine,” I assure him, pushing his hand away. “Really, I got this.”
His eyes watch me closely as I take a few wobbly steps, waiting to catch me if I fall. I don’t know why he thinks I’m suddenly incapable of walking. That won’t happen until near the end of my pregnancy.
He places a hand on my back, insisting on doing something to steady me as we walk inside the clinic. I allow it, but I really don’t need it anymore. I feel better now that we’re here.
Inside, the receptionist greets us with a polite smile, but her eyes widen slightly at the sight of Viktor. It’s clear she knows exactly who he is.
“We need to see a doctor,” Viktor says, his tone leaving no room for argument.
“Of course, sir,” she replies, quickly typing something into her computer. “We’ll have someone with you right away.”
Less than a minute later, we’re ushered into a private room. The doctor, a middle-aged woman with kind eyes, enters shortlyafter. She introduces herself as Dr. Ivanova, and her calm demeanor helps ease some of my anxiety.
“How can I help you today?” she asks, looking between Viktor and me.
“I think I might be pregnant,” I say, my voice steady despite the nerves fluttering in my chest.
Dr. Ivanova smiles at me, clearly excited by the news. “That’s wonderful, dear. We’ll just need to run some quick tests to confirm. It shouldn’t take long.”
Viktor stays by my side the entire time, like he’s guarding me from the doctor. When she draws blood, he frowns at the needle, and I almost expect him to slap it out of her hands.
“Relax,” I whisper to him, but he shakes his head, crossing his arms and scowling the entire time.
The tests are quick, and soon Dr. Ivanova returns with the results. “Congratulations,” she says, a warm smile spreading across her face. “You’re going to have a baby.”
