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A dismissive laugh escaped my lips. “There must be a mistake somewhere, doctor. I'm sick, not pregnant.” I paused, watching his face, which was etched with solemnity. “Right?” My throat dried, making it difficult to swallow.
Dr. Lee's expression remained compassionate but firm. “I'm afraid not, Mrs. Tarasov. Your HCG levels are elevated, and the ultrasound confirms embryonic development.” His eyes bore into mine. “Youarepregnant.”
My eyes drifted to the medical report on the table, the chart, the graphs, and the scribbled notes all blurring together.
Two weeks. That's all it took.
Was I ready for a change in my life?
First, it was my unplanned marriage; now, it was this. Everything was happening too fast, and it felt like I had little to no control over anything.
My face paled, hands flying to my stomach as if seeking proof. “I'm pregnant,” I stuttered, my voice barely audible as the realization kicked in.
Fuck.
Chapter 15 – Afanasy
With a gentle push, the door opened, and I stepped inside, my head throbbing from the day's work. This ache had plagued me for the past two hours, and while at work, I’d only had one thing on my mind: that my wife would help ease this stress.
Digging my fingers into my temple in a massaging motion, I strolled into the living room. As I advanced forward, I was enveloped by the soft glow of the chandelier and the sweet aroma of Olga's cooking that wafted through the air.
The tantalizing scent of beef stroganoff and fresh vegetables teased my taste buds, causing my mouth to water. I heard my stomach growl in anticipation, pangs of hunger gnawing at my intestines.
“Welcome back, sir.” Martha's voice caught my attention.
I raised my head in her direction as she stood poised by the enormous screen, a cutting-edge smart TV with crisp images and a slim design.
My response was a gentle nod, fingers rubbing my eyes as I went up the stairs, my weariness slowly dissipating at the thought of my wife's touch. She'd been running through my mind all day, clouding my ability to think—stealing my focus.
She'd somehow managed to arrest my heart; now, I couldn't think of anyone else but her. The notion was as intriguing as it was terrifying. It was as though I was shedding the skin of my former self.
I couldn't understand what hold she had over me, nor did I seem to have an idea how to break it—which, ironically, wouldn't even if I could.
It had been barely over two weeks since we tied the knot and started having sex. But I'd be lying if I said these weren't thebest days of my life. Wren was simply different from the other girls I'd been with—I'd known this from the onset; however, I didn't think that she'd bring me so much peace in such a short time.
I'd always prized my freedom, my independence. Yet, here I was, willingly ensnarled, brought to heel by a pair of expressive brown eyes and a charming smile.
The irony wasn’t lost on me, and with good reason, because lately, I wasn't the infamous Afanasy Tarasov anymore. I wasn't the man who once relished freedom and variety. No.
I was morphing into someone I barely recognized, someone who had eyes for only one woman. Was I transforming into a faithful man?
Did she cast some kind of spell on me, or was her pussy enchanted?
I couldn't fathom why I was so drawn to her like a moth to a flame, why she was always in my head, dominating my thoughts. Even now, her smile flashed in my mind, her laugh echoing in my head.
The door opened, and I walked into our bedroom, fingers snagging onto my tie. I shed my coat, flinging it onto the bed, its weight barely registering.
Sinking into the nearest couch, it scrunched underneath my weight as I leaned against the backseat, a smile playing on my lips. I could hear her moans echoing in my head, her sexy facial expressions flashing in my mind.
It was almost like I could smell the scent of her arousal, like the taste of her juice still lingered on my tongue. My cock was already swelling in my pants as I let the memories of our times together come flooding back inside.
I was enthralled by her, maybe even smitten. And though the question of whether I was losing myself or finding a newfacet remained elusive, one thing was certain: She had unlocked something in me I didn't know existed.
It dawned on me that she was supposed to be home but wasn't, and as I jerked upright, eyes darting across the room, I remembered she had an appointment with the doctor.
She'd been complaining about having a relentless migraine of late, and even though she'd taken a couple of painkillers, they just weren't working.
Dr. Lee was one of the finest doctors in the city, and if anyone was going to find out what was wrong with her, it would be him. I'd have taken her to the hospital myself, but I had a really important meeting today with some high-profile clients.