Yen There was a lot to do, this week which meant the days went by quickly. Far quicker than I wanted it to. I dreaded the weekend, when I would come face to face with Ron for the first time since our breakup. I really didn’t want to ever see him again. At least not at such an occasion of love and happiness. It would just remind me of the dreams and happiness that had once been in my own reach, and was heartlessly ripped away by his infidelity. Not to mention, I still didn’t know if I carried his child or Nikolai’s. Which made it all that much harder. Honestly, I wasn’t sure who I would rather have as the father: a cheater or a complete stranger I knew nothing about. I met Char and the other bridesmaids in the middle of the week for the final fitting of our bridesmaids’ dresses. Thankfully, that went smoothly. I wasn’t sure if I could have gracefully handled any hiccups now. When Friday came around, I took a much-needed day off. As per my request, Peter hadn’t booked any readings
Yennifer I hardly slept that night. Ron blew up my phone for several hours while I cried on my bathroom floor, snuggled up tight with Ragnar. Charlotte and Lucinda joined the chorus of calls and texts shortly after Ron started his barrage of messages. Which meant, he had gone to them and asked them about my pregnancy. Which wasn't what I wanted to happen. Today was about Lucinda. Not me. But the beans had been spilled anyway. While I hadn't been the one to say something and ruin Lucinda's wedding, I still felt as if I played some part in taking the spotlight away from her big day. I was afraid to read the messages from my two best friends. Afraid they would curse me out for my unannounced news. Or say I should have told them about it sooner. I hadn't wanted to say anything for a few reasons. One of them being the obvious: not wanting to ruin Lucinda's big day by drawing attention to myself. The other, I was still in the first trimester. My OBGYN had been blunt when she told me
Yennifer “Ugh! I don’t want to go,” I huffed, talking out loud to myself the next morning. “I don’t know if involving Nikolai is the best option.” I knew I was trying to talk myself out of going. I was nervous and anxious as all get out. Nikolai was a virtual stranger. Which wasn’t doing my nerves any good. What if he reacted negatively to what I had to say? What if he demanded I get an abortion? What if he was married and I was a threat to his relationship and decided to murder me? My mind was running a mile a minute with realistic, and un-realistic, scenarios. Well, not that un-realistic thanks to the true crime documentaries I tended to watch and listen to. Nothing was impossible or improbable. Which was scary. Maybe going to Nikolai’s wasn’t the smartest thing. At least not by myself. I barely knew the guy. But that didn’t stop you from sleeping with him, my mind reminded me. Whatever! I’ll just let Pete know where I’m headed. I didn’t want to reach out to Char just yet
Yennifer I was way out of my league. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? I had stepped out of my truck and was staring up at the profoundly striking architecture of the De’Aubery Estate. I’d only seen a few small, grainy glimpses of the house in newspaper articles about the former tenants. Those pictures had not done this place justice. I knew Nikolai was the Russian millionaire. I’d connected the dots early on, and had kept it secret from my friends, unsure as to how they would react. Plus, I hadn’t ever meant to build any kind of relationship with him before I found out I was pregnant. What was I doing here? What would a Russian millionaire do with a pitifully poor American woman who had nothing to offer other than the burdens of a child? As I was about to scurry back into my truck and make a mad dash out of there, the glossy-painted black double doors—that did not fit in with the rest of the house—opened and Aaron stepped out. “Hi there,” he called out. “What can I he
YenniferA seriousness washed over his features."You're pregnant?" He clarified. Behind those stormy, grey-blue eyes, I saw him processing the news I just laid on him.I nodded."How long have you known?""About a week. I'm just under six weeks pregnant," I rambled, my gaze dropping from his as my heart rate picked up speed. I was waiting for his rejection. For him to tell me to get out and leave and never come back. I had no right to be here. I had no right to seek him out after our one-night stand without strings attached."Lapochka." The way he whispered the endearment made my heart skip a beat. His voice was deeper and filled with tenderness. He reached over and placed a hand over my worrying ones. The contact was both soothing and electrifying, which made no sense. My gaze flitted up to his, hope buried deep in my chest.It was strange how I never really cared what Ron thought. I never once worried ove
YenniferI’m in love with you….His words rang through my mind. Over and over again.I was frozen, unsure how to respond.My heart rate increased. Though, not necessarily in a bad way.I wanted to be disturbed by his confession.Yet, I wasn’t.And I think I was more concerned by that than anything else.The helpless romantic in me was thrilled by this, while the rational side of me was throwing red warning flags.Love at first site wasn’t something that happened in the real world. Especially to women like me. It was only something that happened in my romance novels, I reminded myself.“I know it comes as a surprise, Yen, that someone could fall head over heels in love with you so quickly," Nikolai started, saying the quite parts out loud. "I know it isn’t something that usually happens.”“It doesn’t happen.” I snapped out of my daze, gently extracting my hand from his, knowing his touch would continue to distract me. I was so torn. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to run as far away
Nikolai /“Well that went well.”/ Aaron teased as I stood on the porch, hands in my pockets, while I watched Yen drive away. Sure it had, I grumbled to myself. She was on the defensive. I moved far too quickly for her comfort. Normally, I didn’t fumble like that. With her, my senses were a jumbled mess. That was okay. I was sure, one day in the future when we were older, we would look back on this day and laugh about it. /“Don’t you need to get going?”/ Yuri asked. Yes, I did. Sighing heavily, I started stripping. I wasn’t looking forward to sleeping in the kennel again. Not when I was so close to my own damn bed. But I knew how much Yen needed the wolfdog in her life right now. She would be devastated if he disappeared. Not to mention, I would do anything for her even if it came at the cost of my own discomfort. I raced back to Yen’s house, praying she didn’t hightail it back. Luckily, I got back with a few minutes to spare. I laid down on the rug in the living room and proce
Yennifer I woke up exhausted on Monday morning. It had been another rough night. My dreams haunted by the past. I trudged through the house tiredly, letting Ragnar into the backyard on my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I poured a bowl of cereal and ate it really quick before bringing him back inside. Ragnar followed me upstairs as I went up to get dressed for the day. He laid down just outside of my bathroom and I smiled. He was such a good, well-behaved boy. Pulling out my makeup, I made my eyeshadow and eyeliner heavy around the eyes before painting on a thick layer of dark lipstick. I left my wavy hair down and adorned one of my intricate golden head chains. I put on large sun-moon-star drop earrings and clipped the matching necklace into place. Next, I added the golden nose-to-ear chain embellished with small gold diamonds and fake crystals, the septum piece non-piercing. Then, I slipped the delicate golden hand chain bracelet onto my right hand. I pulled on a p