Preg-Not part 57

“I’ll be right back.” Maksim rushed to their bedroom and returned with his phone.

Raelynn was in the kitchen, preparing the bottles for the twins.

“I need you to go out,” Maksim spoke into the phone. “Get me a proposal ring.”

“Maksim,” Raelynn interjected. “It’s not needed.”

He raised a finger to pause her as he continued hi call. “I don’t know, get the most expensive one. Isn’t that the best?” He hung up and played with the twins. “I did it, boys. I secured your mama after a year of hell.” He picked them up and arranged them on his lap. “Make sure to become players just like your dad.”

“I think not!” Raelynn yelled. “You’re not even a player, Maksim! You barely managed to get me.”

“That’s because most women were sane enough to run away from the weird tattooed dude with the accent.”

“You’re giving me ideas.”

He stood up with a baby in each arm and cornered her. She reached for the spray handle and raised it.

“If you wet us, then you’re going to have two very angry babies to deal with. You should just a accept defeat.”

She lowered the handle and accepted his kisses and the burn of his beard on her cheek.

"Alright, get off me! Your phone is ringing.”

“Get it for me.”

She slipped a hand into his pocket.

“Be careful what you grab down there,” he teased.

Raelynn squeezed his groin, took his phone, and dashed off to leave him hot and bothered.

“Just you wait until I give these two their milk and put them down!” he yelled after her. “You’ll get your own dose of milk.”

“Stop being gross so I can pick this up,” Raelynn said from the couch. “Hello? What? No! Don’t get that. Get a small ring!”

“Get the fucking ring!” Maksim yelled from the kitchen.

Many fights about rings and ceremonies later, Raelynn was in a dress. Viktor and Demyan each held a twin on their lap, Maksim wore a suit and probably a gun strapped under it, the priest looked nervous to stand beside him, and a photographer captured the moment.

Maksim’s father wasn’t very pleased to hear that he was marrying “a poor woman.” Maksim tried to hide the rant, but Raelynn heard snips of the conversation.

Maksim’s father was too sick to fly out of Russia, but he demanded to see his grandsons before he passed away. Raelynn was awfully nervous about meeting the man. She didn’t want him to disapprove of the babies and make Maksim part with him on bad terms.

Their honeymoon was spent on the couch, where Kanen threw up all over her white dress while Maksim laughed about it.

She kicked her dress off and played with her boys in her undies while ignoring Maksim’s heated stare.

That night, she laid over his naked chest and stared at her hand. When she accepted those rings, she accepted the man and his world. She was Raelynn Kuznetsov now. The wife of a mafia boss and mother of his children.

“What are you thinking about?” Maksim asked, stroking the bare small of her back.

“The flight tomorrow. Will we stay at your father’s house?”

Maksim kissed her head. “Just for two days. The old man wants to see the babies.”

He didn’t want to see her, though.

“Does he know about… your mom?”

“He knows she’s gone. He’s not heartbroken about it."

“But does he know that I did it?”

“No, baby, and it is best if he thinks that it was Viktor that offed her.”

She furrowed against his side to hide her worried expression. That night, she didn’t sleep much. She made the best of it by feeding the babies so Maksim wouldn’t have to get up and help her.

Breakfast was tense, although Maksim tried to assure that everything would be alright with his touches. They mostly packed for the twins and then headed for the airport.

They were quick to discover that the babies did not like flying. They cried through both flights, and Raelynn wanted to join them because she hated seeing them so upset. A quick nap in the jet’s bedroom helped them, but the pressure in their young ears made it hard for them to sleep through the flight.

They landed after many hours in a cold, strange place. The babies didn’t like that, either.

“Almost there,” Maksim promised.

They passed enormous gates and drove up to a castle-like mansion. It was dark and antique. Raelynn felt out of place, and not even the heavy rings on her hand helped. She couldn’t believe that Maksim grew up in a place like this.

She shifted closer to him and looked at the babies in the carriers. They looked around curiously, but were finally calm.

Maksim opened the door and picked up the carriers just as the entrance doors of the mansion opened and a frail man in a suit walked out. He was pale, but his gaze was cold. It was Maksim’s father. The similarities were unmistakable.

He walked up to them and instantly locked his eyes on his grandsons.

“Do they crawl yet?”

“Yes,” Maksim answered.

“Hmm. And their weight?”

“It is normal. They are healthy.”

“They will do, then. Come in.”

Raelynn felt sick. The man appraised the babies as if they were cattle, not his flesh and blood. His examination of them was unsettling.

She took a step after Maksim, and his father snapped his eyes to her.

“Not you. You can wait in the car.”

She took another step forward. “You can be cold all you’d like, Mr. Kuznetsov, but you will not separate me from my sons.”

“What? You think they’re yours because you popped them out of your cunt?”

“Enough, father,” Maksim gritted. If his father didn’t look so weak, he probably would have punched the man. “Control yourself, or I’m flying back to the States.”

“I didn’t push them out, actually,” Raelynn glared. “They were ripped out of my womb by your crazy wife. I put a bullet in her for it, and I’ll do it to you too, if you even think about taking them from me.”

There was a moment of silence, and then the older man turned to Maksim. “She will do, too. Let us go.”

He turned around and led the way.

2 chapters remain! I will start updating Rider King 3x per week, and Alpha Adrian 2 times