All Chapters of Pregnant With The Ruthless Alpha's Heir: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Chapter 122Skye's POVI felt her kick the second Marcus began speaking, sharp and insistent against my ribs, like she already sensed the weight of the moment even tucked away where she was. I pressed a hand to my belly, breathing through it, and forced my attention back to the arch where Anaya stood cradling Kingston in white.He was beautiful—small and scrunched and thoroughly unbothered by the eyes on him, which made half the room laugh softly under their breath. I stood beside my mother, one hand resting on the curve of my stomach, watching Ryker hover close to Anaya's side like he couldn't stand to be more than a step away.I wondered, not for the first time, what it would be like when it was my turn. Whether I'd have someone standing that close, hand on the small of my back the way Ryker's was on Anaya's.I glanced at Duke without meaning to. He was near the back, arms crossed, watching the ceremony with an expression I couldn't quite read. Not quite interest. Not quite indiffer

Chapter 124Andrei's POV"You can't keep doing this, Samantha."I kept my voice level, my hands flat against the desk, watching her pace in front of my office window like she owned the space. She'd shown up unannounced again, tears already primed and waiting, like she'd rehearsed the entrance in the elevator on the way up."I'm not trying to *do* anything," she said, voice cracking right on cue. "I just need someone to talk to, Andrei. You know how hard it's been for me since—since we lost the baby. You can't just abandon me like everyone else has.""I'm not buying it this time." I stayed seated, arms crossed. "You've told me this same story four times now."Her face crumpled. "Because it's true every time! You know how hard it was—""I know exactly how hard it was," I cut in, sharper than I meant to. "I was there, Samantha. I remember.""Then how can you sit there and act like you don't care—""I felt it," I said, voice rising despite myself before I caught it and reined it back in.

Chapter 126Anaya's POVThe front door had barely shut behind us before Ryker's mouth found mine, hungry and insistent, his hands already sliding beneath my jacket to push it off my shoulders. I kicked one shoe off, then the other, fumbling blindly while my fingers worked at the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel skin instead of fabric."We should go home," I managed between kisses, breathless. "Kingston's all alone—""He's not alone," Ryker murmured against my throat, voice rough. "He's with your mother. I called before we left. He's fine.""But still—""Shh." He pulled back just far enough to look at me, eyes dark, a slow smile tugging at his mouth. "Let me have you tonight, love. Just tonight."Before I could argue further, he lifted me clean off my feet, one arm hooked beneath my knees, and carried me down the hall toward the bedroom we hadn't used in what felt like forever. I laughed against his neck, arms wrapped tight around him, heart hammering with anticipation I hadn't

Chapter 128Skye's POV"You're doing it wrong," Andrei said, hovering over my shoulder as I attempted—badly—to fold a fitted crib sheet into something resembling a rectangle."There is no right way to fold these," I said, throwing the wrinkled mess at him. "Prove me wrong."He took it with far too much confidence for a man about to lose this argument, wrestling with the elastic corners for a solid thirty seconds before giving up entirely and stuffing it into a drawer in a defeated ball."See," I said, smug. "Impossible.""I stand corrected," he admitted, laughing, pulling me against him despite the ridiculousness of the moment. Sofia gurgled from her bouncer nearby, watching us with the vague, unbothered curiosity babies had for everything."You're getting good at this," I said, glancing toward her."I deliver babies for a living," he reminded me. "The actual parenting part is new territory.""You're a natural anyway." I kissed him quick before pulling away to check on dinner, and he

Chapter 130Andrei's POVThe boat was smaller than I expected—intimate, really, more like a private charter than the crowded tourist cruises we'd passed on our walk along the river that afternoon. Just a handful of other couples scattered along the deck, soft music drifting from somewhere near the bow, the whole vessel gliding slow enough that conversation didn't have to compete with the engine."This is not what I pictured," Skye said, leaning against the railing, the wind catching loose strands of her hair. "I thought it'd be one of those big double-decker things with a tour guide shouting facts through a megaphone.""I did some research," I admitted, coming up beside her. "Wanted something quieter.""You really did plan this trip like a military operation.""I prefer 'thorough.'" I wrapped an arm around her waist as the boat eased further out into the current, the city beginning to catch the last of the light—gold bleeding into the stone facades, the water below turning the color o