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“Yes,Zayka.” His hand grazes my lower back, guiding me back toward the living room. Anton closes the door behind us, the click echoing in the quiet room. It takes me a lifetime to build up the courage to say what’s on my mind, but he waits, not pushing me.
“The baby,” I blurt, heart racing, thankful for the low light that hides my expression. “I know it’s a lot to take in, and things between us…they’re unresolved.”
“Scarlett.” He takes both of my hands in his, fingers gently brushing over my knuckles. “I know this wasn’t part of the plan…but I am happy.”
“We have a plan?” I’m trying to keep my voice light, but I’m failing miserbly.
“Don’t we?” His thumb strokes my cheek, and I search for a response.
“I don’t know,” I admit, at last. “It’s been a whirlwind.”
He nods. “Yes. And that one’s on me.”
“Not entirely.” I smile. “I mean, the lunatic who kidnapped me back there…that’s on me.”
“Yes. That is correct.” He says it too easily. I want to pout and tell him that he could at least pretend to disagree with me. It’s what a gentleman would do.
Then again, Anton Ulianov is no gentleman.
And I kind of love it that way. I kind of love him…in every way.
The realization takes my breath away.
Holy shit.
I love him.
“So what is it? This plan we have.” I gaze up at him. He keeps stroking my cheek.
“We face whatever comes next.” He says the words that seem to have echoed through our world lately.
“And what comes next?” I know I’m pressing this, but I’m reaching the point where I need clear answers.
“We do, Scarlett. You. Me. Nikolai.” Our eyes lock. “And this child.” He glances down. “He comes next.”
“He?” I grin at him. “What makes you think it’s ahe?”
“My seed.” He smirks. “It’s potent.”
Our eyes meet and I almost burst out laughing. My heart suddenly feels filled with a mix of relief and joy as a lock eyes with this man.Myman.
“You’re full of it, you know that?” I laugh, heaving a sigh and leaning into his touch.
“I am what I am.” He shrugs. Then he frowns slightly. “Is that something you are happy with?”
“What do you mean?” I tilt my head.
“I will never be an ordinary man, Scarlett. No white picket fence, or whatever they call it. This is my world.” He sweeps an arm out.
“You think I want a white picket fence?” I laugh. “What else? A mortgage, two cars and a golden retriever? PTA meetings?”
“What?” He looks confused.
I shake my head. “Look it doesn’t matter. None of that is important to me.”
“I can’t promise you an easy life, Scarlett.”
My heart somersaults at where this is going because I realize that right now, we’re negotiating the terms of our life together.
