Page 65 of Debt to the Mafia King

I settled back down, with nothing but my thoughts for company.

Where was Viktor? He had said he would be right back, but that had been ages ago and—”

“Good morning,” a new cheery voice broke through my thoughts. “Mrs.—”

“Leah is fine.”

Viktor grumbled. “Yeah, I guess calling my wife Leah is fine, if she allows it.” Reaching down, he took my hand. “She wants to know if she can have water.”

“She can, but only a little bit. For now, anyway. We don’t know what other tests we might have to do.”

Viktor’s arm slid around my shoulders and helped me sit. The rim of a glass touched my lips. I gulped down the first mouthful of lukewarm, stale water like it was the best thing I had ever tasted.

“But water will be good for the scan we need to do. It’s always better to have a full bladder, and I think we all want to make sure that the baby is also ok. All the tests—”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The baby,” the doctor said again. “You did know your wife is having a baby, right?”

I choked on the water, sending a mouthful down my chin to soak my hospital gown.

“Here.” Viktor wiped my chin. “Just breathe.”

Pregnant? Had he really said I was pregnant? How could that be?

“My wife is pregnant?”

“I’m sorry, did you not know?” Now the doctor sounded scared, and he had every right to be. Viktor sounded angry.

“No, I didn’t know.”

I could feel Viktor’s eyes scan my face, and more than anything, I wanted my vision back at that moment because I needed to see his face. It was the only way I could tell what he was thinking.

“That’s not possible.”

A sinking feeling filled my stomach.

Ok, maybe I didn’t need to see his face to know he was disappointed.

“Right well, yes. I can see this is a shock, but—”

“How far along am I?” I cut him off.

“Around two months.”

My eyebrows shot up. Two months meant I had conceived pretty much as soon as I had met Viktor.

I was going to be a mom.

Instinctively, I pressed both of my hands to my stomach. Buried deep inside my body, I was making a baby. A precious little child for me to love and who would love me in return.

“Are you sure?” Viktor said quietly. “My wife has not missed any—”

“Sometimes it happens like that. And yes, I am sure. It came up on the blood test, and we did a preliminary scan, but we will need to do another one. I’m taking it from your reaction that this isn’t expected.”

He said the word expected, but I could tell he wanted to say wanted, and that wasn’t true.

I wanted this baby. Sure, I might not have planned it or expected it, but now that I knew it was in there, I wanted it more than anything.