Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
How the fuck did I get this lucky?
"I'm going to get out," I say finally. "You coming?"
She shakes her head. "I want a bit longer. My back is aching. The hot water helps."
I frown. "You sure? I can stay."
"I'm fine. I'll just be a few minutes."
I step out of the shower and grab a towel, wrapping it around my waist. I dry off quickly, my eyes still on Holly through the glass. She has her eyes closed, her head tipped back under the spray, one hand pressed to the small of her back.
I'm standing in our walk-in robe, half-dressed when I hear her voice.
"Nikolai."
I walk back to the bathroom. Holly is standing just outside the shower, a towel wrapped around her body. Her eyes are wide and she’s smiling.
"What do you need, malyshka?"
She looks down at the floor, then back up at me.
"My water just broke."
For a moment, I just stare at her.
Then reality slams into me.
She’s in labor.
“Let’s get you to the hospital.”
She nods, her hand gripping the towel tighter.
I move on autopilot and dress quickly. I grab a sweatshirt for Holly and a pair of soft pants. I help her dress, my hands steady even though my mind is spinning.
I pause to cup her face. To take a calm moment with her.
"Are you in pain?" I ask.
"Not yet. It’s just a little pressure."
“Are you doing okay?”
She nods. “I’m excited.”
We share a smile. And something warm and meaningful passes between us.
Because our two is about to become three.
I leave her to collect the hospital bag she packed weeks ago.
"Nikolai."
I look at her, and she's smiling with tears in her eyes.
"We're having a baby," she says.
The words hit me all over again, and this time I can't stop the smile that breaks across my face.
"We're having a baby," I repeat.
Our son.
He's coming.
I take her hand and press a kiss to her knuckles. "Let's go meet our boy.’