Wild Billionaire Romance - Chapter 63: Chapter 63

MARAT
Eight months later…
“It’s too early,” I said, worry making me impatient and agitated.
“It just happens like that sometimes,” my beautiful wife said, comforting me as I held her hand inside the ambulance.
The vehicle slowed, and I barked at the EMT.
“What the fuck is going on? My wife needs to get to the hospital!”
“It’s traffic, sir. But no worries. We handle deliveries all the time if it gets too close.”
“Deliveries? That’s my baby, not a fucking pizza!” I snapped.
The young man paled, but I didn’t spare him another glance as my wife squeezed my hand and yelled for all she was worth.
“Oooooh god! Marat!”
“Her contractions are coming faster. Um, sir, I have to check to see how dilated she is,” the EMT said, and he had every reason to look afraid.
Even after almost a year of marriage, I was still a jealous fuck when it came to my wife. The second Destiny started to complain of backache I made a call to her OBGYN—who was a woman.
But when she keeled over in pain at the dinner party we’d been attending, I called an ambulance. She’d calmed down a little while she was being strapped in, but her water broke, and her contractions were increasing in frequency.
The thing they don’t tell you about labor was the fact everyone and their goddamn uncle had to look at your wife’s sex in order to check the progress. The second I saw this motherfucker put his hands between her legs, I lost my shit.
“It’s okay, Marat. It’s his job,” Destiny tried to explain, but I wasn’t having it.
I’d check her fucking cervix myself. So, I did. Yes, I was an overbearing lunatic. Destiny looked at me like I was crazy, but I just shrugged.
Deal with it.
“Okay, she’s fully dilated,” the EMT said, eyes wide when I showed him what I’d felt.
“Sir, I need to see if the baby is crowning.”
Destiny’s wail wrenched my heart, and I relented then, allowing the pissant to do his job. I warned him about touching though, and he nodded.
The ambulance was fucking stopped, and my phone was ringing. Adrik and Sofia were stuck somewhere in the traffic behind us. I put the call on speaker.
“Des, are you okay, honey?”
It was Sofia. I smiled, knowing she’d wanted to be in the room when Destiny delivered.
“Y-yeah—ohmyfuckinggod, no! I am not okay, Sof. Marat!” she cried aloud.
“It’s okay, Dumplin’. You can do this,” I told my wife, glaring at the EMT who was checking the baby’s progress.
“Okay, Mrs. Volkov, we aren’t going to make it to the hospital.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I shouted.
Sofia was busy offering support and encouraging Destiny. Thank god, because I was frozen somewhere between angst and pure fear.
I met my wife’s frightened gaze and pushed my own fear and shock down. She needed me to be strong. And I wasn’t going to fucking let her down.
“I’m going to need you to push with your next contraction,” the EMT confirmed.
Fuck. I wasn’t ready for this. I couldn’t be a father. I never had one. How the fuck—then I saw the worry and fear in my wife’s eyes, and everything changed.
I could do this. I had to. I wouldn’t let her down.
“Listen to me, Dumplin’, you are going to deliver this baby right here, right now, with me. You can do this. You are the strongest woman I know,” I told her, watching her nod. “You ready?”
“Yeah. Okay. I can do this,” she repeated, her blue eyes shining with pain, emotion, and adrenaline.
“Okay, push!” the EMT yelled.
“That’s it, Baby. Push. Come on. Good Girl. You’re doing so good, Dumplin’,” I praised her.
She was marvelous, my wife. Fantastic. Amazing. Better than I deserved.
It took twenty-seven minutes and countless pushes and deep breaths for my daughter to arrive. And when she did, it was nothing short of miraculous.
“Is she okay?”
“She’s perfect! Look, look what we made,” I said, awestruck by the tiny, squalling infant in my arms.
“I want to name her Lucy,” Destiny said softly, exhaustion creeping over her face.
She never looked more beautiful.
“Lucy it is,” I replied, grinning.
We’d had this talk countless times. Baby names and why we wanted them. It wouldn’t have mattered to me what name Destiny wanted, I’d always let her have her way. But she wanted to call our daughter Lucy because she said the first time she saw me, my sweet wife thought I was more beautiful than the Devil himself.
I’d laughed my ass off at that description, flattered and amused. But Lucy was a good name. I liked it. And if it was what my wife wanted, then that’s what we were going to call our little one.
The ambulance had pulled over onto the shoulder, Adrik and Sofia had arrived at some point and were waiting behind us. Once Lucy was born, they followed us to the hospital where mother and baby were being looked at by the best doctors.
I stepped into the hall after being ordered out of the room by my wife who was likely exhausted and tired of me wanting to kill every single member of the staff who had to see her naked to check her out.
“Congratulations, brother!” Adrik greeted me with a hard, back slapping hug.
“Thank you.”
“Are they okay?” Sofia asked, and my sister-in-law’s face looked flushed, and I knew she’d been crying.
“They are perfect. Just perfect,” I said, my voice cracking.
“Adrik, I, uh, I never thanked you for everything you did for me, for us,” I started.
“You are my brother, Marat. No thanks necessary. However, I would like to know the story of the Devil Wolf,” he said, eyebrows raised.
I guessed the rumors had finally made it back to the states. I nodded, promising to tell him the tale later. I did not want to spoil my daughter’s birthday with the details of how I hunted and slaughtered the men responsible for attacking the mine in Murmansk.
That prick Ferragamo and the old holdouts from that outdated mafioso family had worn out their welcome. This was the 21st Century. The world didn’t need criminals and gangsters to run things anymore.
Corporations and conglomerates had taken over their positions and were every bit as ruthless as the old mobsters were. Volkov Industries was one such enterprise.
I was almost positive the little attack on the Murmansk mine would not be an isolated incident. There would always be those who’d want to test us for weakness.
But the things I did there were making the rounds with the right people. The rumor of another Volkov Wolf would hopefully be enough to keep those pricks at bay for a little while.
At least, until Lucy started college.
“Congratulations, brother,” Adrik repeated, and I saw raw emotion in his gaze.
I nodded at him, too worked up to speak. Adrik clapped a hand on my back, and I bent my head and kissed my sister-in-law’s cheek. I needed to get back to my wife and daughter. To my family.
I rushed through the hall back to the private room where they waited for me. The need to be at my Dumplin’s side stronger than ever.
That was where I belonged. Where I felt the most grounded.
“Dumplin’, how do you feel?”
“Good. So good, Marat,” she said, sighing my name.
I swallowed and watched as she nursed our child at her breast. Pride surged in my veins and a love so strong, I thought my heart might beat right outside my chest.
I’d never known true joy until I’d met this woman. She was my heart. She was my life. My wife was truly my destiny in every sense of the word. She’d given me everything.
Her body. Her heart. Our daughter. And I gave her all of me in return. All I had to offer. My body, my soul, my heart, my life.
I was her Devil Wolf, and she was my wild temptation. She was my everything. I’d never loved anyone before. Never knew I could. But I loved her.
And I would spend the rest of my life proving how much.