Nodding, I add, “I see it, too. I’m not sure why I only get bits and pieces, but I know there is more to him.” He practically shows me that part of him every single time, when we’re together, which makes me believe he cares for me, even if he hasn’t said so. Actions always speak louder than words, and his actions paint a very clear picture for me.
Shaking my head, I finish off the glass of wine, and then say, “I need a refill.” Ava grins, and I get up off the couch, as I quickly make my way towards the kitchen to refill my glass.
Walking back to the couch, I flop down, making sure to hold my glass up high so not to spill it, as I say, “Let’s talk about something else. My relationship problems are giving me a headache. How’s Gabbie’s birthday party planning coming along? Do you need any help getting everything ready for it?”
Thankfully, she lets the conversation slide to something easier to talk about. “Well, Mom has pretty much taken over, especially since we’re so close to her. You know how my mom can be,” she says, laughing.
“That’s true. Ella is a good party planner. She wouldn’t let me help, even if I begged her,too. She barely let me help with your wedding,” I joke, but Ava knows I’m not lying.
“I’m just glad it’s one less thing I have to worry about, and I hope this little boy stays put,” she says with a smile, glancing down at her swollen belly. “At least, until after the party. Gabbie is excited though, and she’s really hoping her new baby brother comes on her actual birthday.”
Smiling, I glance at her belly, wondering what being pregnant feels like. Would it be strange, having a living person growing inside of you? Feeling Ava’s gaze on me, I look up, and then ask, “What?”
Her head tilts, and I know she’s picked up that trait from Viktor. He does the same thing, when he’s trying to figure someone out. “Do you want to feel? He’s kicking up a storm right now.”
I swallow hard, suddenly feeling nervous about touching her stomach. I haven’t really done so, mostly because I know how many times she’s complained about random strangers touching her. It’s weird for sure, and I don’t want to make things weird, either.
Ava however doesn’t get that I’m a bit freaked out by touching her stomach, since she reaches over, grabbing my hand. With my hand resting on her belly, my heart jumps, as the little guy kicks her hard.
“Does it hurt, when he does that?”
“Sometimes. It just depends on where he lands those blows.”
He kicks again, and I begin to smile. “What’s it feel like? Being pregnant, I mean.”
Ava sighs, before saying, “It’s hard to explain, but it’s the best feeling in the world. It isn’t strange at all, but that could be all the awesome hormones telling me that. I love being able to feel him move and kick around.” Glancing up, she has a content look on her face, as if she is simply happy, while this little guy kicks the crap out of her. “I actually love being pregnant, but don’t tell Vik that. If it were up to him, I would be knocked up all the time,” she adds quickly.
Letting out a laugh, I take my hand off her stomach, and then lean back against the couch. “Deal, as long as you finally spill the beans about his name,” I say, pointing to her stomach.
“I think we’ve finally decided on one,” she claims with a huge grin. I hold out my hand, waiting for her to stop leaving me in suspense. “Alexei. His name is Alexei.”
“I really like that. Sticking with the Russian names, I see,” I say, teasing her.
“I can’t help it. I love everything about Russians.”
Raising my eyebrows, I take a drink of wine, before saying, “And I’m sure a certain Russian has nothing to do with that.”
Ava laughs, knowing it has everything to do with Viktor, but I understand the appeal. Sebastian’s accent just adds to my attraction, so in a way, I get it. The Matvei boys are just hard to resist.
“Speaking of Russians,” she starts, and awkwardly gets up off the couch. “I’m going to go check in on mine and pee.” Once she’s standing upright, she adds, “I feel like Alexei’s favorite spot to kick is my bladder.”
Laughing, as she walks out of the room, I sigh, and then relax back into the couch. I take a long drink of the sweet, red wine, thinking over everything Ava and I have been talking about. However, I don’t get too far lost into my thoughts, since my phone pings with a text. Quickly opening my phone, I grin widely, seeing Sebastian’s name.
S: Come over.
Me: Are you always this demanding?
S: Yes.
S: Don’t make me tell you again.
Me: Bossy tonight. I like it, when you boss me around.
S: I know, and you know how much I hate it, when you disobey me.
I let out a laugh, knowing he’s right, but he is half lying. He does like it, when I disobey him just so he can punish me for it. Taking another drink of wine, I begin to feel antsy. Thinking about his hand on my ass, delivering those hard blows, is starting to turn me on.
Me: Liar. You love it.
S: Trixie.
I roll my eyes, knowing he’s giving me one final warning. I could keep going back and forth with him, but that could possibly back fire on me. He’s the worst about making me wait, or purposely avoiding giving me what I want the most.
Me: I can’t come over tonight.
S: Why not?
My heart thrums in my chest, wondering if he’s genuinely concerned. What I wouldn’t give to know what he’s thinking right now.
S: Is something wrong? Are you alright?
Me: I’m fine. I’m over at
