Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 62: Chapter 62

DESTINY
One month later…
Sun filtered in through the windows and I realized I must not have adjusted the setting to keep all light out. That was okay. I liked the way the rays of light bounced around the room, casting shadows on my handsome devil of a husband’s face.
He was even more beautiful in sleep, if that was possible. If I’d been more conceited, or less sure of how much he loved me, I’d probably be annoyed that he was prettier than me.
I loved him so much, though. How could I feel anything but pleasure when I looked at his face?
“What are you looking at, Baby?” he asked, his lips quirking up in a way that told me he was amused.
“Just admiring my husband,” I said, biting my lip. “And wondering if our son or daughter will have your eyes or mine?”
“What?” he asked, sitting up abruptly and almost sending me flying off the bed.
Good thing he was fast. Marat caught me before I could tumble to the floor, and I was as grateful for that as I was for the fact he’d pulled me onto his long, hard body. He flipped us over, hovering over me, disbelief on his features.
“Say that again,” he whispered.
I lifted my hands, tracing lines from his eyebrows to his cheekbones, down to his beautiful lips. He kissed my fingertips one at a time.
The night he came back from overseas, after the rescuing, the crying, and confessions of love, I’d told him about the possibility. He’d been stunned, of course. And he cried like a baby in my arms.
I got my period two days later, and I cried about it. But after we talked, we agreed our baby would not be made by accident. We both wanted a family. Marat had only ever had Adrik and Josef, but he loved Sofia like a sister. And he adored Michaela, our niece, to death.
As for my family, well, my relationship with my brother was getting better by the day. And although my mother did not recognize me on most visits, sometimes she did. Those were good days.
The care she received at the facility Marat had her moved to was phenomenal. It made me sad that kind of treatment was not readily available for everyone. Older people were so often overlooked and dismissed, but without them, where would any of us be? It hurt my heart when I thought about it. But maybe someday it would get better. It had to, right?
The past was in the past, and I could not change that. I did not regret running away with Timmy or the life I’d led after my parents cut me off. But I felt much better now that I had them back in my life.
But Marat was the family I chose. He was my husband and together we made the decision to try for a baby.
Of course, practice made perfect, and I sure loved practicing baby-making with my husband. He was super good at practicing.
With my PCOS, getting pregnant was always a long shot. But ever since Marat walked into my life, my very own Devil in disguise, I’d started to believe in miracles.
A few days ago, I noticed my stomach was queasy and my slacks were a little tight. Science being what it was these days, they were able to tell me fairly early that I was expecting our very own little miracle.
“We’re pregnant,” I told him.
The look on his face. The way his dark eyes teared up, and his features tensed. God, I wish I had a picture. He was so beautiful.
Marat beamed at me before he crushed his lips to mine, careful to keep his weight off me. I didn’t like that, so I pinched him, and pulled to get him to hug me good and proper.
“Ow! Dumplin’, I don’t want to hurt you,” he muttered against my mouth.
“You won’t. I’m completely healthy,” I said, swiping my tongue inside his mouth.
“Mmm. Are you happy?” I asked.
He looked at me affectionately then, his obsidian gaze tender and warm. He nuzzled my face and kissed me again, slower this time.
“Happy isn’t enough to describe how you make me feel. You really going to have my baby?” Marat whispered the question, and the feel of his warm breath on my skin made me shiver inside.
“I am,” I said, smiling through tears.
His entire body trembled against mine, and I tightened my hold on him.
“You’ve given me everything. I love you so fucking much,” he said, his breath catching.
Before I knew it, I was on my back and my big, sexy husband had his cock lined up with my aching pussy. I was always so wet for this man. So ready for him.
“You’re so perfect, Dumplin’. Ever since I met you, I can't think without you filling my head. I can't breathe without smelling your citrusy fragrance. I can't see anything but you. I’m consumed by you. Possessed with the need to have you. You're my everything, Wife.”
Goddamn.
His words were an aphrodisiac on their own. He pushed his hips, joining them to mine, making me so full all I could do was feel.
“Fuck, Wife, you’re soaked for me.”
He was right. I was dripping. Clutching his bulking shoulders, I held on while Marat moved his lips, pressing them over mine, stroking his tongue inside my mouth in perfect time with his pistoning hips.
I scratched at him with my nails, careful of the new tattoo he’d gotten in my honor. A pair of black wings that covered his entire back with Destiny written in scrawling ink.
It was beautiful. Like him. And I loved it.
“I love you so much,” I moaned.
“I love you too. I know I fucked things up before, but I'll fix it. I swear I’ll fix it.”
He was making promises. Telling me with words the way he’s been making me feel for weeks now.
Christ, I loved him.
I pressed my hands over his mouth, silencing his tirade as he pushed us up the bed, his strokes getting deeper, longer. He moved to his knees, hooking my legs over his arms, and spreading me wide.
“You don't have to fix it, Marat. You just have to love me, us,” I corrected myself. “You just have to love us.”
“I can do that in my sleep,” he growled, his eyes flashing with his promise.
“Show me,” I demanded, keening as he started to rut into me in earnest.
And he did. He put all his love, all his energy into melting our bodies together. I saw stars by the time he finished.
Yes, my husband showed me just how much he loved me without words. All night long.
He showed me with his kisses. His touches. With his laughter. And his tears.
Marat showed me by making me part of everything he did. By gifting me his confidences and listening to mine.
He showed me by being there for me when my mother finally succumbed to her illness. By holding me through my tears and lifting me up when I needed him to.
He showed me by sharing his successes and failures in the fresh changes he was making to Volkov Industries. And by supporting my new career as an audiobook narrator. Something I could do from home now that he set me up with my own studio.
He showed me he loved me by wanting our family with just as much fervor as I did.
And he kept on showing me. Every day since.
For the rest of our lives.