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“You can’t be serious.. I’m not going anywhere. You need me too.”
“Please.” More tears come.
“You need to leave. She doesn’t need you here.” Max says. I take a step forward
“I suggest you stay out of this.”
“You are making her suffer. Can’t you see it? Look at what your presence is doing to her. It’s not good for the baby.” I take another step towards him, but Ava blocks me.
“Max, let me speak with Viktor alone,” she says, looking at him.
“Are you sure?” He eyes me.
“Who the fuck do you think you are? I’m not going to fucking hurt her.”
“Listen,” he starts.
“Please, Max.” He leaves as she takes a few steps forward, making me step aside so she can enter her bedroom.“Why are you here? Who told you?” She asks her voice barely a whisper.
“It doesn’t matter. It should have been you.”
“Please don’t do this. There is so much at stake.” I stand in front of her and hold her head. I kiss her, tasting the saltiness of her tears.“Viktor,” she starts.
“Ava, you are having my child, and you kept it from me.”
“It was for the best. You need to focus on your wife and your child with her. You have to think of the consequences being here,” more tears from her. I kneel and touch her swollen belly.
"I don't care. I've missed so much.” I look up at her. She closes her eyes.
"Please, don't make this any harder than it has to be. You have to let me go."
"How can I let you go when you are carrying our child?"
"No, Viktor. Your place isn't here. It's with your wife and child. They are your family."
"Fiona is not my family. You are."
"Please," she barely says. I hold her belly.
“Do you know what we are having?” I ask her.
Chapter Twenty Eight
Ava
I take a breath, trying to process that Viktor is here. In front of me, kneeling, feeling my belly. I don’t know if I should be happy or petrified of the consequences of him being here. It’s not that I don’t want him to be here. I’ve wanted this moment since the day the doctor told me I was pregnant. To share our beautiful gift. He presses his lips to my belly as his hands hold me in place. It’s an intimate moment I’ve been wishing for this entire pregnancy.
“Hi baby, I’m your dad. I’m so excited to meet you. Your mommy has been keeping you safe, but now I’m here.” I feel our son kick. He looks at me.“Do you know the sex?”
“Yes. Would you like to know?” He smiles.
“I would love to.”
“Come on.” I lead him to the corner where I have a rocker where I will be nursing our son.“Sit on the bed. This is about the only seat I’m comfortable in these days.” I sit. He smiles.“It’s a boy.”
“A son.” He kneels beside my chair and touches my belly.“You are having our son. Why didn’t you tell me?” There is a sadness I’ve never seen before.
“I almost did once shortly after I found out. But so much was happening. You are married, and your wife is pregnant. I didn’t want to be an inconvenience.” I lay my hand on top of his. This is what I’ve been craving. Sharing little moments like these with him.
