Her Russian Billionaire's Baby: A BWWM Mafia Pregnancy Romance by Cher Etan & BWWM Club

Author:Cher Etan & BWWM Club [Etan, Cher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Saucy Romance Books
Published: 2016-02-24T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 7

Isobel was heading to bed, and down the hall, it sounded like Adrian was talking to someone. Isobel fully intended to walk right past the cracked open door and not eavesdrop, but when she was almost there and could make out Adrian’s words, Isobel stopped and couldn’t help herself.

“…couldn’t even look at me, Alexei,” Adrian said, and his voice was so damn fragile, Isobel felt like choking. “I couldn’t… I – just me being here… I’m only making it worse. She was terrified of… me.” A long pause. “I don’t think… I don’t think we can come back from this.”

Isobel dipped her head, tears stinging her eyes. She didn’t want to lose her husband. Hell, she was the happiest she’d ever been in her broken up and miserable life and she couldn’t believe that some PTSD looking shit was going to put that happiness in danger. Especially with a baby on the way.

She wanted to believe Adrian wasn’t right, but what if he was? What if they couldn’t come back from this? Isobel was the one who could barely stand to be in the same room as her husband, the one who was having a mental meltdown. She was the one who couldn’t stop picturing being carved like a piece of meat and her baby given some premature caveman caesarean while she watched. She was the one who was low key with Adrian for not coming sooner. Not saving her from having these fears. He’d said he would take care of her; keep her safe.

Maybe this was the one thing they couldn’t fix.

Adrian’s voice was a broken whisper when he added, “I just don’t know what to do.”

Isobel couldn’t listen anymore and tip-toed past the door on to her room. Still locked the door behind her, even though she wished she didn’t still feel the need to.

*****

The following afternoon, Isobel headed to her room for a fresh set of clothes after a long run. She hadn’t seen Adrian all day, save for passing each other in the kitchen for breakfast. Isobel had avoided her husband’s concerned gaze, as usual, and Adrian kept his distance, as usual, the pair of them pained and tense, waiting for the next thing that could set Isobel off. Adrian had snatched up his keys and headed out shortly after that, mumbling something about groceries, though they both knew the fridge was full.

When Isobel rounded the corner in the hallway towards her room, she stopped for a moment in surprise. There was a box sitting outside her door. It was moving from side to side as if whatever was in it really wanted to come out. She stepped forward, wondering what the hell. The thing in the box whined and she hastened her step kneeling down to let it out. A pair of liquid black eyes stared curiously up at her from a pure white fluffy face, ears flopping downward. The puppy got up on its front paws, tilting the box and almost falling out if Isobel hadn’t reached out a hand to steady it.

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