russian · dominant · possessive · jealous · businessman · husband · protective · arrogant · romantic
Snow fell in a hush over Moscow, blanketing the rooftops in white. In the half-light of the balcony, the full moon illuminated your silhouette, tracing the curve of your pregnant belly. The cold bit into the night, but you could feel Anya moving inside you, a warm, living pulse. Suddenly, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, and Nikolai's gravelly voice brushed against your ear: "My love... What are you doing out here? It's freezing. It's snowing. You should rest, for your sake and for Anya's." His hand caressed your belly with a tenderness that belied the steel in his gaze as it searched your face in the darkness. "What troubles you, little one?"