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I begin easing backwards, hoping to shift her into a more comfortable position, and that’s when it happens.
I feel it before I see it.
A sudden, warm gush is all around me, so much slicker than before, flooding down my cock, soaking the top of my thighs.
For a second, I freeze entirely, my heart slamming in my chest.
Have I hurt her?
“Chiara?” I slide a hand to her belly, protective instinct hitting me faster than panic. “Are you okay?! What was—”
She gasps, her eyes wide as she looks back over her shoulder at me.
“I—oh no.”
Nikolai’s eyes move away from her face to where my cock is still buried deep inside her, both of us staring at the mess beneath her.
The clear liquid is still trickling down her thighs.
Realisation hits me at once.
“Fuck.” I manage to croak out, holding her hips more gentle now, like she might break apart if I’m not careful. “Is that…”
Her breathing is fast and uneven, her hands cradling the underside of her belly.
She blinks, still wide-eyed, but now she’s smiling through the shock.
“My waters.” She whispers as her voice trembles. “It just broke.”
There’s awe in her voice, and something that’s a mix between giddiness and disbelief.
My heart stops, then it slams back to life so fast, I almost lose my balance above her.
“Holy fuck, darling.” Nikolai breathes out, his hands reaching out to hold her, his touch tender even though I can see the same wild panic and joy in his eyes that I’m feeling inside. “This is really happening.”
I ease out of her slowly, watching as her face lights up.
She’s all flushed and beautiful, and she’s all ours.
Chiara reaches out for the both of us at once, linking her hands with ours as she draws us into the moment with her.
“We’re having a baby.”
Her lips curve into the softest, brightest smile I’ve ever seen.
We’re having a baby.
Fuck.
This is really happening.
This moment feels frozen in time; Chiara with her wide eyes filled with awe, her breathless little smile, the way that her fingers are curled tightly around both mine and Nikolai’s fingers, like she’s anchoring herself to us.
Then, reality slams us both back into place.
We need to move.
Now.