Page 23 of Pas de Trois
“I’m pregnant.”
No, she’s not.
She can’t be.
Fuck. She is.
I let out a heavy breath, sinking back to sit on my heels. “Well. Fuck.”
“I’m so sorry.”
My gaze jerks to hers. “What?”
“I’m sorry.” She falls back to lay on her pillow, her hands coming up to cover her eyes.
“Hold on. What in the actual fuck are you sorry for? Anya,” I take her wrists gently in my palms and pull her hands away from her face, “you didn’t do this. You didn’t choose this. You have nothing to apologize for.”
My blue-eyed girl is pregnant.
My heart starts beating a quicker rhythm as reality starts to grip me. Anya is pregnant, and we don’t know who the father is.
Anya is pregnant.
Pregnant.
“Ezra?” she says softly.
I shake my head, dragging myself out of this pit of worry I seem to have fallen into. I lean over her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you. I love you forever. No matter what. We’re gonna figure this out together.”
Her blue irises flash from side to side as she looks deep into my eyes. “You promise you’re mine? Still mine? Always mine?”
I lift her wrists and kiss her knuckles. “Still yours. Always yours.”
“No matter what?”
“No matter what.” I shove the banana into her hand and smile at her. “Now eat this so you can start getting your strength back. I have a feeling you’re going to need it.”
I think we’re going to need all the strength in the universe to cope with this shit. I feel like I could break down over this. The woman I love is a Mikhailov by marriage and she’s pregnant with someone’s child—a child who very well could belong to either of the two sadist, slave-owning fathers…or a child who could belong to me.
It could be mine.
I could crumble under the weight of these unknowns.
I feel that weight settling on my shoulders and it’s fucking heavy. But I have no choice other than to carry it. I have to carry my weight, and hers, because I can’t stand the thought of her lifting a finger to shoulder this burden.
This is my time to step up.
This is my time to figure out how to be a fucking man—how to be her man. She needs me more than ever and I’m not going to fail her.
