“I’m fat. I never thought I’d be this fat, Nikita.” Natasha was standing in front of the cheval mirror in their bedroom, turning from side to side and awkwardly looking over her shoulder at the reflection of her barely recognizable backside.

“You’re pregnant with twins.”

“But I still have a couple of months to go and twins don’t even run in our fam--” She gasped and whipped around, hands on her hips as she blasted him with a disbelieving glare. “Are you saying I’m fat?!”

“You’re the one who’s always talking about the Bratva gods. Perhaps they’ve seen fit to give us a boy and a girl. Just imagine a little mini-Roksana and a cold blooded little Glazov Jr. And no, I’m not saying you’re fat, lyubov moya.” Nikita let his heavy-lidded gaze slide along her curves, taking in the softly rounded flesh that he had been thoroughly enjoying during the pregnancy. “Luscious, yes. Fat, hell no.”

“Hmmph. Cold blooded? I’m not giving birth to a vampire, Nikita.”

“Are you insinuating the Pakhan is a vampire?” he said with mock seriousness.

“Of course not. However, vampires aren’t warm blooded creatures so...”

He sauntered over to her, wiggling his fingers in the air and standing behind her where she still stood looking at her reflection in the mirror. He nibbled along her neck, whispering, “I vant to suck your blood.”

“And I want to spill yours.”

“You and your dirty talk,” he groaned against her skin, sliding an arm around her thickening waistline as his other hand cupped a plump breast. “You sure about that? If you kill me, you won’t get any more of this good Glazov dick.”

She reached around and ran her fingers through his blonde ponytail. “That’s not fair. You know I’ve been horny as hell ever since I got pregnant. Maybe I’ll wait to strike until after the babies get here.”

She slid her hands over her round belly as she considered how everything would change with parenthood. He rested his chin on her shoulder and followed her lead, covering her hands with his own. His need to protect her had intensified beyond measure ever since they learned that she was pregnant. He hadn’t thought he could love her any more than he did, but he had been wrong.

They had been together since they were children. Neither had ever been with anyone else and neither felt they had missed out on anything. They had always belonged to each other, heart and soul, and now she was to bear the first Glazov grandchild. The Pakhan had made no secret of his urgent desire for grandchildren to ensure the Bratva legacy was handed down properly. She recognized the significance of her pregnancy in those terms, but she was just as excited about being a mother.

The heartbreaking loss of her father would wrap itself around her like a shroud with no warning these days. He had been murdered as the result of her mother’s treachery many years ago. Glazov had taken her in as a tribute to her father and, in no small measure, to help assuage his own grief at the loss of his friend. He had been the father figure in her life ever since and had embraced the role wholeheartedly, but never more so than now. He seemed to know that her father was on her mind lately, and had taken her aside early on to share with her his profound joy at becoming a grandfather.

She would always live the Bratva life—children in the Glazov family never changed that. If anything, the women became even more ruthless after having children. It was an ongoing joke that childbearing awakened a Bratva wife’s ‘inner mama bear’ and fostered the need to protect the dynasty at all costs.

She liked the idea of her two children having the kind of bond that only twins could understand. Of course, in this family, any relationship was intense, but that kind of bond would make them far more formidable than they could ever be on their own. From the womb to the tomb, they would have each other’s backs.

Whether it was one baby or ten, she would love them with all her heart. Every time her babies moved or there was so much as a flutter in her stomach, she felt like her heart was bursting with love. These babies were tangible evidence of the love she and Nikita shared.

Babies. Twins. Hmm. She turned in Nikita’s arms and pressed her lips to his. She smiled against his lips as his cock surge to attention, nudging her rounded stomach through the thin fabric of her nightgown.

He pulled her along with him as he walked backwards toward the bed, pulling the sheer nightgown over her head as he went. He turned around with her in his arms and lowered her gently onto the bed. He was wearing nothing but jogging pants and they were off as soon as he could yank them down. He gripped her ankles and pulled her toward him until her ass was at the edge of the bed, his fingers caressing her soaked cleft.

“You are always so ready for this cock, aren’t you?”

She nodded and raised her hips in an invitation for him to give her what she so desperately needed. He took himself in hand, lined up the bell end of his shaft with her pussy and pushed inside. A grunt of pleasure rumbled from his chest as the broad head of his cock breached her snug opening.

“Touch yourself,” he said through gritted teeth. The sight of her pleasuring herself with her head tossed back was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. It didn’t take long these days, and as the orgasm swept through her without warning. Her inner walls clamped down on his shaft as she came apart in his arms.

He knew Natasha loved it when he talked dirty to her, but his brain couldn’t even access language to express how the cataclysmic waves of pleasure were shredding his control. He couldn’t speak, could only feel. As his thick, engorged shaft slid back and forth against her walls, the friction of skin against skin drove him wild. It was all he needed to send him hurtling mindlessly toward his own climax.

God, he loved this woman and the babies she was carrying. Yes, he was exactly where he needed to be—in the arms of the woman who would share the rest of his days.