Page 122 of Sinful Wrath
“Do you mind if I pop in here?” I point to the hospital drugstore.
Dimitri hesitates, a deep frown appearing between his eyebrows.
“Don’t worry, I’m not getting sleeping pills to sneak into your coffee. I just need some tampons.”
“Oh, uh, sure. I’ll wait out here.”
I fight the urge to roll my eyes.
These men don’t bat an eye at torturing guys to death, but the mention of feminine hygiene products has them acting all squeamish.
I head inside and make my way to the aisle which stocks the supplies I need.
Grabbing a box of tampons, my eyes flick to the shelf below, and I freeze.
I start doing the math in my head, allowing myself a few extra days as my cycle is anything but regular. But according to the dates, my period is very late which is unusual even for me…
“I really don’t need this right now.” I grab a test, hoping that the stress of the last few weeks will explain my lack of period, and it’s not because Mikhail’s gone and knocked me up with his super Russian sperm.
I quickly pay and stuff the supplies into my bag so Dimitri won’t notice. Though from the way I bounce my knees up and down on the drive back to Forest Hills, I’m surprised that he doesn’t ask if I’ve taken something.
My body is a bundle of nerves as I think about the possibility of a baby.
After everything that Mikhail and I have gone through, I’m worried that we’re not ready for such a big step. I know we were meant to be married right now, but marriage is very different to having a child.
I think of Bianca and Zara with their kids and wonder if I even have what it takes to be a mother.
Though I have no doubt in my mind that Mikhail will make a wonderful father.
“I’m happy to stay until Mikhail gets back,” Dimitri offers as we cross over the threshold into the house.
“Oh no, that’s okay. I was just going to go and take a nap, and there’s plenty of guards around to keep an eye on things. I’m sure Zara wants you home.”
He hesitates again.
“I’ll be fine Dimitri.” I smile at him.
“Okay. Well, give me a call if you need anything.”
I keep my face locked in a smile as I shut the door. Oncethe sound of the tires crunching over the gravel reaches me, I bolt up the stairs and into my bedroom, locking the door behind me before heading into the bathroom.
I look inside my panties to see if there are any signs of my period. When there aren’t, I groan.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I grab the pregnancy test out of my bag and get to work shimmying my leggings down my thighs before perching myself on the toilet.
Once I’m finished, I set the test down on the side of the sink and set a timer on my phone.
Two minutes suddenly seems like a lifetime.
I pace around the bathroom, fiddling with the gold locket around my neck as I wait. My heart is racing in my chest, and I feel as if I’m going to throw up from the anxiety.
In just a few short weeks, how have I gone from partying until the sun comes up, to being betrothed to a man I couldn’t stand, to falling in love with him and having my father get shot on our wedding day to potentially be carrying his child?
It’s enough to make my head spin.
“I better not be pregnant because I need a fucking drink.”
The timer bleeps, and the air leaves my lungs as I pick up the stick and stare down at the two pink lines.