Bratva-Ivan

For Them

3 months later

Olivia

Well, I guess Ivan knew my body better than me. One morning he simply walked in after my shower and handed me a pregnancy test. I was confused at first. I had some spotting but nothing else the last few months. I chalked it up to my weight and stress.

But apparently Ivan's senses were right. My weird cravings (Jam and popcorn are good, what can I say), my snappy mood and the fact that I couldn't keep my hands off and wanted to dry hump him at all times of the day really made Ivan think something was off. Go figure. We hadn't exactly been safe either. We used con*oms off and on, but the way I was jumping on him like a spider monkey, we didn't always get a chance.

So, when the test turned up positive, I was shook. We needed to get to the doctor asap. The chances of this baby being Miguel's were low, but not zero. So I wasn't getting attached too quickly. Ivan, on the other hand, was clearly very happy. He must think it's his too. I guess we'll find out. I wasn't a praying woman, but I was grasping for anything to hold on to at this point.

Luckily, being Bratva, Pakhan no less, Ivan had no problem getting us into the mob doctor. Immediately, they sent off stat labs and started an ultrasound. I wanted to vomit. But I held back. So far, I haven't had any morning sickness, so I wasn't willing to break that streak.

"Well, we need to get your HCG levels back to confirm, they should be back within an hour. But judging by what I'm seeing here, I'd say you're about 8 weeks along."

I could have jumped up and kissed the doctor. But then Ivan would ki*l him on the spot and he was a good doctor. 2 months. It wouldn't be Miguel's.

Who, by the way, was still locked up all this time later somewhere. Being tor*ured. I wasn't sure when they would end it for him, but I didn't care. It wasn't my problem. Whatever made Ivan feel better in the end. I found out about my brother, and wasn't the least bit angry at Ivan. He did what he had to. And I finally didn't have to hide out anymore.

So when it was confirmed an hour later that I was indeed 8 weeks along, all the tension in my body evaporated. Was I ready? I wasn't sure. But I knew I could do it. And I really did know Ivan would be a great dad. Although maybe a bit of a sh*tgun standing on the porch, dad. Definitely that.

"We also have the gender available. If you want to know."

"Wait, you know that? Already?" Ivan looked shocked. To be honest, I did too. So early?

"We do a simple blood test now. Between 6 and 10 weeks we can know. I obviously don't tell parents unless they want to know. It's in separate paperwork."

I looked at Ivan, who was practically begging me with his eyes. To be honest, I wanted to know too. Be able to get all the adorable blue or pink stuff ready sooner rather than later.

"Ya, I think we'd like to know." Ivan gripped my hand. Here we go.

Ivan

I knew she was off, but it took me a bit to finally figure it out. People say don't rely on Dr. Google but boy were they accurate this time.

Her cravings were diabolical. Hot peppers dipped in honey, popcorn and jam, bananas and mustard. That was the d*ad give away. But she was also moody. And not like normal. Since I got her back, she has had some days when she would cry, but therapy has been amazing. She had worked so hard these past few months.

Lastly and probably my favorite part, she had been jumping on my di*k constantly. Not gonna lie, sometimes I thought she might break it. I'd have to peel her off and wash her up before feeding her just to get a break for an hour. A few weeks after we got home she had wanted me. I didn't want to push her, but I made love to her. Slowly, at her pace. And she loved it. So, when she abruptly changed to an absolute vixen, I knew something was up. Hormones.

I knew my woman's body very, very well.

"Congratulations, you're having a girl."

A girl. A baby girl. Another princess. Holy sh*t. I was elated. I felt like jumping up and thumping my chest. This precious girl was going to be so spoiled. She would have an amazing life, nothing like my sister's. She would be protected. Always.

I heard a sob break from Olivia's throat. I turned my head and immediately got up to kiss her. She was trembling. Clearly a mix of emotions going on in that head of hers. He*l three months ago she didn't think she'd survive. Now she was going to be a mom. A lot had changed.

"You ok princess?"

"Ya I am, just shocked." She chuckled. "You are going to be so overly protective."

I scoffed. "Never. She's just never ever leaving the property, that's all."

"Sure big guy. Sure."

"You guys are good to go, labs look OK. A little anemic. I've prescribed some prenatals, but I want you eating red meat, green leafy vegetables, lentils and beans. Things like that. I would also like your weight to continue to go up a bit. I'll have you come back in two weeks for another check-up and ultrasound. Congratulations Olivia, Pakhan." He bowed and stepped out.

We left the hospital and I immediately took my princess to my favorite steak house. She was going to gain that weight if it was the last thing I'd do.

"Ivan, I do not need a fuc*ing porterhouse. I'll never eat it all."

"Leftovers." I grunted out. She rolled her eyes. "Keep that attitude, princess, and I won't let you touch another kind of meat for a while. Eat."

Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't dare. You love that thing I do with my tongue."

"I didn't say I wouldn't let you get mouth fu*ked princess. I just won't let you finish." She blushed and looked around.

"Fine. I'll eat half. Eat the other half later."

"And the broccoli. All of it."

"Ugh. This is going to be a long pregnancy. You're going to get me fat. He said I needed to gain a little weight, not turn into a blimp."

"I'm gonna love those curves back baby, don't you worry."

She ate well. Very well. So we packed up the rest of our meal and headed home. And I rewarded her well. I mean who was I kidding? It wasn't like I wasn't rewarding myself.

As soon as we stepped into our suit, I practically ripped her clothes off and bent her over the vanity. Knowing that her belly would be swollen any day now turned me on more than I thought it would. She was mine. All of her. Completely. I fu*ked her so hard she immediately passed out after. Good girl. Nice and fed, thoroughly fu*ked and sleeping well.

I headed to my office where Mikhail was waiting.

"What's got you smiling like an i***t boss?" Normally I'd have a snappy reply, but I was hi*h on life right now. All I could do was smile.

"Well bud, you're going to be an uncle."

"No sh*t?! Congrats boss. Seriously. I couldn't have picked a better woman for you if I tried."

"Nope. She's perfect. A girl. I'm having a daughter. A daughter that will never have to suffer at the hands of a fu*ked up Bratva. Thank God "

"You'll do everything your father never would. I have no doubt. He*l I'm already feeling like the cool uncle. She's gonna be spoiled."

"Indeed. Which brings up another thing. I think it's time to get rid of Miguel. I don't want that darkness in this world where my princesses are. Let's finish this."

"You got it, boss. He's practically begging already."

Pu*sy. Time for him to exit this life to burn in the next.

For them.