Pregnant Bratva Prisoner: Age Gap Mafia Romance (Dubrov Bratva Book 2) by Deva Blake

Author:Deva Blake [Blake, Deva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-03-05T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12 - Kiril

I knock on Jennifer’s bedroom door, annoyed that she has been keeping it closed lately.

I want to talk to her. Something incredible has happened and we should be celebrating it. She is distraught over finding out that she is pregnant. When the doctor announced it, I was, at first, completely shocked, but within seconds I was filled with happiness and excitement. Jennifer is going to be having my baby and that means that she will be in my life forever.

We’ve relined in the most intimate way now that she is carrying my child. My blood.

But now she is shutting me out again and I am getting more and more frustrated over it. I am trying to be patient. I am trying to give her space to process what is happening. I know she has been through so much and this must just add to everything else. Trauma like she experienced doesn’t just fade. Yes, the bruises fade and the body heals, but the heart and mind take much longer, and I am being forgiving of the way she is treating me because of that.

But there are other things running through my thoughts and causing me to worry.

Even before I found out I was going to be the father of her child, I had concerns growing.

She has been acting strangely.

We spent that amazing night together, and we had been talking, and sharing stories, and getting to know each other—then suddenly it was like a switch flipped. She started to push me away again. The bottom line is that I feel as though she is hiding something from me. She stalks around the house alone, thinking that I cannot see her. I am always watching her.

She seems to be looking for something, but honestly, she might just be keeping busy, trying to ease boredom, so I don’t want to accuse of her nothing.

Although, my paranoia is getting worse by the day, especially after seeing her reaction to finding out she is pregnant. I don’t understand it. It seems so extreme. Why is the idea of having a baby with me so terrible? It makes me worry. My biggest stress is that this will cause her to try and run away. I cannot, under any circumstances, lose her. I knew that before she was pregnant, but now—there’s not a fucking chance I am losing her.

I check on her constantly, expecting to open her bedroom door and find the space empty. I knock sometimes and all I hear is silence. It causes anxiety. I keep bringing her food because, apart from wanting her to stay healthy and keep the baby healthy, I need an excuse to open her bedroom door. I can see she is annoyed with my intrusions, but it is always a relief to find her still there.

I can’t live like this. The more I try and see her and spend time with her the worse it seems to get. From her perspective, I know she feels suffocated by me, but I can’t stop pushing.

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