Chapter 52: Chapter 52

Maksimillian

“Chert poberi!” I swore and was flustered, too.

I quickly stepped back from her and reached for the kitchen towel to at least wipe my cock before putting my underwear and pants on again. I scooped her up and ran out of the house. But then bullets wheezed past us to my great shock!

I ducked with Zenovia in my arms, hearing the splintering of the glass windows behind us. Nonetheless, I did not stop running towards the bulletproofed car. She was screaming and groaning, as her contractions began.

Oleg and some of my bodyguards were already shooting back at the gunmen in a speeding car, covering us, and they chased it.

‘Who the hell were they?’

“Are you okay?” I asked Zenovia, worried that she might be grazed by some bullets. I looked her over to be sure she was not bleeding anywhere. “To the hospital, Sacha!” I quickly instructed my bodyguard.

He was quick to drive us away. Another car followed us, which was another set of bodyguards. Unfortunately, it stopped as my men were taken down by another wave of enemies.

I cursed at myself. It looked like I led them to where Zenovia was. I wouldn’t forgive myself if she’d get hurt because of me.

“Floor it, Sacha!” I commanded with urgency.

“Yes, sir!” He increased the speed of the car, going back to the hospital, which we left not long ago.

I looked back and saw that the enemy car was on fire, just like my bodyguards’. I cursed again. Losing my loyal men made me want to kill whoever it was behind this.

“Maks!” Zenovia took my attention, groaning in pain and breathing hard and fast.

“Yes, I’m here, moye solntse. We’ll be at the hospital in no time, okay? We can make it. You can do this, all right?” I kissed her already sweaty face.

Thankfully, there were no more surprises on the road. It looked like Oleg had taken care of our enemies earlier. I’d get the report sooner or later. But it wasn’t my priority right now. It was Zenovia and our babies.

She was immediately taken to the delivery room, when we told the ER people that her water broke. By me? Sure it wasn’t! My twins just chose that certain bad time, didn’t they?

Oh, chert poberi! How could they do this to their father who had just found their mother? Was it their way of welcoming me or did I piss them off for not being there for them for almost seven months?

I paced in front of the delivery room, since Zenovia didn’t want me inside. I did protest, but she just wouldn’t let me in.

What was her problem? I knew other women would want their man to be by their side, holding his hand as they delivered their offspring. But no, not Zenovia. She was different.

I sat down on a bench, tapping my fingers on the surface of it or on my thighs. I had been waiting there for hours. It was already past midnight.

Chert poberi! I thought I was waiting for forever, and I could hear Zenovia’s cries inside. I tried to peek, and I could see the medical personnel were all busy trying to help her deliver our twins safely.

Some minutes later, I heard the first cry of our first baby.

“It’s a boy!” One of the personnel exclaimed in Romanian.

I saw one pass my son to another personnel to clean up his bloody body and wrap him with a soft baby blue cloth.

Zenovia groaned again while the nurses encouraged her to push one more time. She grunted and our little girl came out crying. I breathed in relief, as the excited personnel did their job well.

I couldn’t wait anymore at the door. I rushed to Zenovia’s side and kissed her sweaty face and forehead. She gave me a weak smile, still heaving from her great efforts in giving birth to our twins.

“I do think twins are more than enough. I only asked for one, but you gave me two, Maksimillian! Thank you!” she whispered.

I chuckled. It must have been just a coincidence she had two eggs to fertilize when we did it, but I did forget to mention to her that twins run in the family, on my mother’s side. In fact, I had a twin brother, but he died when we were just five months old, due to the so-called crib death or sudden infant death syndrome (SIDS). I heard my parents were devastated by it, but Aunt Marisha helped them cope with it.

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Zenovia

Maksimillian was an ideal father. Although I insisted that we stay at my rented house, he wouldn’t want to hear any of it. We were brought to his hotel suite after getting out of the hospital. I only talked to the owner of the cottage on the phone, and I heard that Maksimillian had already paid her for the damages because of the shooting.

I was truly afraid I’d die at the time, and I was afraid for my unborn babies. But thank God it was all in the past now, and we were safe.

I watched Maksimillian put our babies to sleep. He wouldn’t want to leave them all alone and just watched them sleep. He told me he was afraid our babies might suffer the same fate as his twin brother.

“No, it won’t happen,” I assured him. “Our babies are stronger than you think.” I put my arms around him.

“We’ve been here for seven weeks now. Are you ready to go to Moscow? Your family and Antonia will wait for you there. I’ve already invited them to come.”

“Can’t we stay a week more at least?” I begged, putting my arms around him.

The truth was that, I still wanted to be with him, away from his home or from mine, even without the contract he mentioned initially just to make me live with him.

Just us and our babies.

I knew everyone would fuss over us and the babies once we are there. It would be chaotic, that was for sure. They were all excited about the twins, as none had predicted it at first, even Antonia. She had just wondered why my hCG was higher than normal, thinking she must have done some miscalculations on how many weeks I was. She was thrilled when I told her I’d be having twins, after I did my ultrasound examination at one of the OB-GYN clinics in Bender. I just sent her the picture, hiding the name of the doctor and the place I had my ultrasound taken.

“Okay, if you say so.” Maksimillian wrapped his arms around me while we stood in front of the the two cribs that were placed side by side. Our little girl was on the left, while our boy was on the right. They were sound asleep, with a lullaby playing low in the background. Maksimillian bought them a smart lullaby player with lighting options. He chose the starlight projection with light yellow and blue colours.

“I think we should get some sleep even though just a little bit. I’ll breastfeed them again in a few hours, and that means little sleep,” I told him.

He turned to look at me. “But you’ll feed me first, right?” he teased.

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I couldn’t help but gently slap his hard chest. I suppressed a shriek when he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed. There, he took my nightie and his own pajamas off, leaving nothing on our bodies.

“Ah, moye solntse! I can’t get enough of your beauty!” he said, staring at my bigger breasts. He dipped his head to imprison one sensitive bud into his hot mouth, making me moan in ecstasy.

“Ohh… Maks!” I moaned, feeling his other hand cup my center.

He spread my legs wider, as he caressed my femininity. I was getting aroused by it, but he did not forget to reach for the lube just to be sure. I mewled when he dipped his fingers into me, and my hips moved of their own accord in response to his touch.

Not long after, Maksimillian’s hard staff already filled my whole being. Oh, Doamne! He was truly perfect for me. I felt so happy and whole whenever he was with me.

I moaned now and again when he drove in and out of my body. It was sensual and hot at the same time. I cupped his butt, urging him to go deeper and deeper, making us both mewl in so much pleasure.

“Maybe we can have another baby, moye solntse,” he teased me, making me cackle.