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I walked along the aisles of the pharmacy until I reached the pregnancy tests. There were so many different brands and types. I read the details of a few before picking some out to take to the cash desk. The thought of my future wife walking down the aisle with my baby inside her made my dick stir, and my heart beat faster. This was far more exciting than a dress.

Chapter 22

Mariya

I sat at the edge of my bed to watch Rurik carry both of the pregnancy tests in his hands as he paced the length of the bedroom. I almost began to fondle my breasts at the thought of doing another breeding season in the basement. That milking machine was as pleasurable as it was torturous, but it did a damn good job of draining my udd—breasts. It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't pregnant.

“Why is it taking so long?” he asked the ceiling.

“Come and sit down. You're making me feel dizzy,” I said, patting the bed.

He glanced at me forlornly before dragging his feet to the bed, and his head snapped up.

“Isn't dizziness a sign of pregnancy?”

“I didn't feel dizzy with the twins,” I said with a smile as he sat down. His dramatics were getting out of hand.

“Every pregnancy is different,” he grunted.

“You need to lay off the books,” I muttered before climbing onto his lap and clinging to him like a spider monkey.

He dropped the tests on the bed to cup my ass. “On the plus side, if the test is positive, I can invade your ass.”

“I would like to keep that orifice of mine intact,” I said with a frown.

“I will go slowly,” he said, trailing his hand down my back. “Get you hooked up to the milking machine, and you will be begging me for it.”

I gasped, but when I pulled back, he was grinning at me. He pulled my vest top off over my head and tossed it in the air somewhere. I didn't get a chance to say or do anything before his lips wrapped around my nipple. I closed my eyes at the instant tightening inside me—the anticipation.

“These beauties will belong to me in a week,” he murmured kissing my breasts. His usual clean-shaven face had a stubble that prickled against my breasts.

“I guess I own that massive dick you haul around with you then,” I said dryly, but it didn't stop me from rubbing myself on said dick.

“It’s all yours,” he said, pulling my left hand towards his mouth to kiss it. “Every last drop.”

“Ugh, you are such a dirty bastard,” I groaned.

“I know you love it,” he said with a smile. “You will love our honeymoon even more.”

“It will be a vacation,” I said dreamily. “But I’ll miss the twins.”

“As will I, but we need this little getaway,” he said before capturing my other nipple in his mouth.

He always made sure he was even on both sides when he drank from me. I nudged his shoulder when I caught a glimpse of the white and blue stick on the bed.

“The tests,” I said when he glanced at me.

“Fuck,” he said before he nearly knocked me off his lap, trying to reach the tests.

I glanced down, but I knew what the results would be. The psycho I currently sat on ensured everything was in his favour.

“I’m pregnant,” I said while his eyes were still glued to the plastic sticks, and I heard his gulp.

“I’m going to be a father again,” he said in awe as he continued to look at the tests.

It boggled my mind to consider that seven weeks ago, I was a single mother who’d mapped out her entire life around the twins. He finally looked at me, and my heart melted. His eyes were soft but creased at the sides from his bright smile, reminding me of Alexei. It was pure happiness and—love.

“You're a wonderful father, Rurik,” I said, pushing him back onto the bed.