Arranged Mafia Marriage

Chapter 13Kiril

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Kiril

F elicity moves through the grappling maneuver, her form improving with each attempt. Over the past three weeks, she’s shown remarkable progress in her combat training. Her determination and quick learning have impressed me more than I’ll admit to her.

“Good. Now, try to…” My words are cut off as Felicity loses her footing. She twists awkwardly, landing hard on her side with a sharp cry of pain.

I’m beside her in an instant. “Are you alright?”

She grimaces, trying to sit up. “I think so. Just landed wrong.”

I help her to her feet, but she winces as she puts weight on her left leg. “We’re going to our private clinic.”

“It’s not that bad,” she protests.

“No arguments,” I say, refusing to accept her rebuttal. “We need to make sure you haven’t done any serious damage.”

Felicity pants raggedly with exertion but doesn’t resist as I lead her out of the training room. We take the elevator down to the garage, where I help her into the passenger seat of my Miata. I don’t bother to wait for Viktor to bring the limousine. As closely as he watches us, he’s likely already in the SUV to follow along behind us.

The drive to the private clinic is tense but fast as I zip and weave through traffic to save time. I keep glancing at Felicity, noting the way she holds herself stiffly, clearly in pain despite her attempts to hide it.

“Dr. Petrov will take good care of you,” I assure her as we pull into the clinic’s parking lot. “He’s the private physician for our organization,” I say with a phantom smile.

She nods, clearly understanding he’s on the bratva payroll. She doesn’t protest as I lead her into the discreet but luxurious clinic. Inside, we’re immediately ushered into an examination room by the doctor himself.

Dr. Petrov, a tall man with graying hair and kind eyes, looks at her with concern.

“Mr. Pimaslov, it’s good to see you again. I’d heard you’re married, so this must be Mrs. Pimaslov?” At my nod, he exchanges brief pleasantries with her before asking, “What seems to be the problem?”

I explain the situation while Dr. Petrov examines Felicity’s leg and side. He frowns slightly, prodding gently at her abdomen.

“I’d like to do an ultrasound, just to be safe,” he says. “There might be some internal bruising we can’t see.”

Felicity nods, looking nervous. I take her hand, needing to comfort her. Perhaps myself too.

Dr. Petrov brings in the ultrasound machine, applying gel to Felicity’s abdomen. The room fills with a rapid whooshing sound as he moves the wand over her skin.

His eyebrows rise. “This is unexpected.”

“What is it?” asks Felicity, her grip on my hand tightening.

Dr. Petrov turns the screen toward us. “Congratulations. You’re pregnant.”

I stare at the small blob on the screen, a strange mix of emotions surging through me. Pride, excitement, and a twinge of fear I’m not accustomed to feeling.

Felicity gasps softly. “Really? How far along?”

“Based on the size, I’d estimate about five weeks,” Dr. Petrov says. “Which means conception likely occurred…”

“On our wedding night,” I finish, remembering the passionate encounters we’d shared.

Felicity looks up at me with shock and wonder. “We’re having a baby.”

I nod, a smile tugging at my lips despite my usual stoic demeanor. “We are.”

Dr. Petrov clears his throat. “Everything looks healthy, but I’d like to schedule a follow-up appointment in a few weeks, and Mrs. Pimaslov, you’ll need to be more careful during your training sessions from now on.”

We thank the doctor and leave the clinic, both lost in our own thoughts. In the car, I turn to Felicity.

“Are you happy about this?”

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips. “I am. It’s sooner than I expected, but... I’m happy. Are you?”

I consider her question. The idea of fatherhood is daunting, but the thought of having a child with Felicity fills me with excitement. “Yes, I am.”

Back at the penthouse, we stand in the living room, a charged silence between us as we fully take it all in. I put my hand on her stomach as she steps closer, resting her hand on my chest.

“We’re going to be parents,” she says softly.

I stare into her eyes, looking for any hint of uncertainty or doubt, but she seems happy. “We are.”

Our lips meet in a heated kiss. I pull her closer, careful of her tender side. Felicity’s hands roam over my back, her touch igniting a fire within me.

I break the kiss, my breathing heavy. “Are you sure you’re up for this?”

She nods, expression revealing her desire. “I want you, Kiril.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I scoop her up, carrying her to our bedroom. I lay her gently on the bed, skimming my hands over her body as I remove her clothes.

Felicity tugs at my shirt. “You’re wearing too much.”

I chuckle, quickly stripping off my own clothes as I work her into a fever pitch. When she’s ready for me, I hover over her, careful not to put too much weight on her body. I trail my fingers down to her stomach, resting my palm over where our child grows.

“We created a life,” I murmur, still in awe of the fact.

Felicity covers my hand with hers. “We did.”

I kiss her deeply, pouring all my emotions into the act. I stroke her body, teasing and caressing. Felicity arches into my touch, soft moans escaping her lips.

“Kiril, please.”

I position myself between her legs, entering her slowly. We move together, our bodies finding a rhythm that speaks of our growing connection. Her nails dig into my back as she climbs toward her peak.

When her pussy tightens around me, her back arching as she cries out in pleasure, I can’t hold back. The sight of her coming undone pushes me over the edge, and I follow her, emptying my balls inside her as I tenderly kiss her.

Afterward, we lay tangled together, my hand resting protectively over her stomach. Felicity turns her head to look at me and gives me a sweet smile. She snuggles closer to me, and as we drift off to sleep, I look forward to our future together, and the new life we’ve created. Fear tries to intrude, but I push it back. There will be harsh realities to face as a bratva parent, but I revel in this uncomplicated moment for the time being.