Chapter Ten: Anri Markov
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Anri
"IT'S GONNA be okay, Anri. My parents are inside. Leah is waiting for you, too. My family's gonna love you."
I held my husband's hand as we walked inside the Markov Mansion. The estate surrounding the historic house has been in the possession of Markovs for over three hundred years. The mansion was renovated a lot of times but Cassian told me that the architectural design from three centuries ago has been preserved to honor the efforts of the first Markov who built it for his wife and children.
I can't believe that I'm a part of this legacy. I can't believe that I'm a Markov now.
Cassian married me right after he recovered two months ago. He didn't give a f**k whoever it is that officiated our wedding as long as we get to tie the knot.
I begged him to at least invite his parents but he didn't want to. He said that we could have a big ceremony later on and that our first wedding day is for ourselves only. He knew I'm shy and that I'll probably criticize myself a lot because of the pressure of having guests and meeting a lot of powerful and influential people. Cassian wants none of that on our special day. He wanted us to enjoy it. And we did. My husband cried a lot on our wedding day and I cried with him, too. We probably looked crazy that day but I don't care as long as we're happy.
We tied the knot in front of his security employees and Sydney officiated our wedding. Cassian slid the emerald heirloom on my ring finger and brought it to his lips to kiss it.
I would be lying if I said that we didn't argue about the ring. I told him that I'm fine with wearing the heirloom but he said that he doesn't want me to remember that we fought and that I once hated him in my lifetime. Well, I convinced him that even though he lied about the job, the village, the people around me, the heirloom signified something true amongst those plethora of lies; that he truly loved me and he showed me his true intentions. I mean, who would use a family heirloom for a prank?
I giggled as he whispered something in my ear, making my thoughts return to the present. He scolded me for wearing a dress and that he doesn't want anyone to see me wearing one. I giggled and tried to smoothen his scowl by massaging his throbbing length in his pants. He told me to behave or else, we would not be meeting his parents today and he'll carry me straight to his bedroom upstairs.
The truth is that I'm wearing dress often because I'm trying to hide my baby bump. I know that Cassian noticed my growing belly but I always told him that I ate more carbs recently and that I have no plans of watching my weight. Cassian was happy that I'm eating well and even asked me to shop online for food. He said he loved my belly fat and that he wanted me to be a bit squishier. I know that he doesn't care no matter how I look. The thought that he's crazy over me gave me some sense of security that he'll be mine forever. Call that weird but nothing about us is normal in the first place.
We walked into the mansion and I was welcomed with hugs and congratulations from his family for our recent wedding. We're here because Cassian wanted to formally introduce me to his parents and to plan a second wedding for the Markovs and for Cassian's friends and colleagues. He hated the fact that most of his friends are men. Cassian also said that he hated that his friends or cousins will get to meet me and find me pretty but I told him that I'm going to end up under him at the end of the day so he won't need to worry about other men. I don't know but we can't seem to keep our hands off of each other. Everytime I'm with Cassian, I feel ignited. I feel like I'm the most s****l person alive. He made me feel desired, loved, cherished. He made me feel alive.
That's it. Cassian made me feel as if I'm actually living and not just waking up day after day doing my regular routine. He made my life fuller. More colorful. More vivid.
And I love him for that.
I squeezed his hand, smiling at him while I touch my stomach. I mouthed that I'm pregnant.
Oh, I regretted that I left my phone in the car. The expression on his face is priceless.
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