Pregnant with the Mafia's twins
Especially based on my own fears, not his own?
Ruslan senses my worry and leans in close to me. “Don’t worry, my love. Misha will be fine. I’ll take good care of him.”
I nod, taking comfort in his words, and we make our way over to the carnival rides. Ruslan buys tickets for the Ferris wheel, the carousel, and a few others, but I can’t help but feel nervous as we approach the mini roller coaster.
Ruslan grins at me, sensing my hesitation. “Come on, it’ll be fun if you give it a chance!”
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