Chapter Thirteen

The weather is cold and dreary today. I had hoped for warmer weather with the changing seasons, but spring is coming a little late. My stomach is in knots. This is our first appointment at the office since Ivan took me. I had reservations about scheduling the ultrasound when Dr. Marchenko called. Lenya already has such anxiety going into the medical offices.

When Lenya told me all about his mother and her cancer diagnosis and treatments, it broke my heart. It was a lot for him to handle alone, even as a teenager. His father never went with them, so it was just Lenya and his mother. Alina would help to the best of her abilities, but Lenya's mother was independent. He watched her decline, alone. The cold hospital and doctors' offices offered no comfort to him.

I look over at him, focused on the road. His fingers strum on the steering wheel to the drumbeat of the song blasting through the speakers. He catches me ogling him, and a small side smirk forms. "Tsvetok (Flower)," he says, "keep staring at me like that and I'll have to pull the car over and fuck you in the backseat." He shouldn't test my willpower. With these pregnancy hormones, I would let him fuck me anytime. Anywhere.

Lenya must have realized that I was considering his words because he shakes his head, "What am I going to do with you, malyshka (baby)?" I bite my lower lip and give him a seductive smile.

"You could pull the car over and fuck me." I shrug my shoulders and bat my eyelashes.

"We are almost there, Lina. I promise moya krasivyy tsvetok (my beautiful flower), I will take care of you once we are back home." He reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips, and places a gentle kiss on top. Lenya keeps hold of my hand, using it to shift gears with his own, as we near our destination.

We proceed into the building after parking the car in the garage. We stand outside the doors. Lenya takes a deep breath before he pulls on the handle, opening it and guiding me in. We sit waiting in the reception lobby. My muzh (husband) has a tight grip on my hand. The nurse gave me a hard stare when she handed me a specimen cup for a urine test, and Lenya insisted he go with me. I don't blame him for being overprotective.

Once I have given the nurse back the cup, she guides us to the same ultrasound room where we saw malysh (baby) at twenty weeks. We just didn't know it was him yet. "Shirt up and please pull down the waistband of your pants," the nurse tells me as she prepares the area for the doctor. Situating myself as comfortably as possible, I pull my shirt up. I catch the smile on Lenya's face as his eyes take in my rounded belly.

He leans in and whispers, "moy malen'kiy mal'chik (my little boy)." He kisses my belly and I feel malysh (baby) moving around.

"He likes it when you talk to him," I rub my hand over where he is moving, "here. Feel how he moves now that he has heard your voice." I take hold of Lenya's hand and hold it down, giving malysh (baby) a gentle nudge. We both feel him push back against Lenya's palm.

"YA lyublyu tebya, syn (I love you, son)," Lenya whispers to our little boy.

The nurse exits the room, and the quiet hum of the hallway is interrupted as Dr. Marchenko enters. "Privet (Hello), I am happy you could make it in for the appointment. How are you doing today, Lina? Questions before I start the ultrasound?"

"No questions. We are just excited to see him." I say.

The doctor nods, squeezes gel onto my stomach, and proceeds with the ultrasound. The whooshing noise fills the room. Then we hear his heartbeat and my heart somersaults. It's the most beautiful sound in the world. Lenya is leaning towards the screen. The sight of the little boy on the screen brings tears to his eyes.

"Is he growing okay? He looks healthy?" Lenya pesters the doctor with questions about everything she looks at. She lets out a soft chuckle as he continues with his questioning. "What is that?" And, "Is that normal?" She humors every single one of his questions, explaining to him everything she is looking at and looking for. Lenya is eating it up, looking fascinated.

"Everything looks perfect. Your baby looks very healthy. Do you want a picture?" She offers.

Lenya says "Da (Yes)," before I can.

She smiles and turns to me. "You're thirty weeks now, Lina. You should prioritize rest in these last ten weeks. Does the medication still provide relief from the vomiting?"

I nod and respond, "Da (Yes), it is. If I don't take it, I have to be near a bathroom.

Dr. Marchenko writes some notes before speaking. "I was going to see if we can taper your medicine back. While some women experience improved Hyperemesis towards the end of pregnancy, it's advisable to maintain the same dosage.

The doctor gets up from her chair. "We will have another appointment at 34 and 36 weeks, then I will see you every week until you deliver. Sound good?" I smile and nod in agreement. She waves goodbye and leaves the room. Malysh's(Baby"s) ultrasound still captivates Lenya.

"Hey," I say to get his attention, "are you going to let me see our syn (son)?" He hands the picture to me and it's a perfect side profile of him. This picture stirs a love I never knew I could have.

We leave the building and I glance back. I no longer feel unease when thinking about going inside. I know Lenya does, though. That will never fade for him. We make it back to the car and instead of opening my front passenger door; he opens the rear one. I turn and give him a perplexed look. Just as I am about to question him, his eyes darken and he licks his bottom lip.

"Get in, Tsvetok (flower)."

I oblige and climb in. He takes my flats off and starts pulling down my jeans. "Moy lev (My lion)! What are you doing?" I ask, eyes wide as he tosses my jeans on the floor in the backseat.

"What's the matter, malyshka (baby)? You need us to be on the side of the road to fuck your muzh (husband) in the car?" He teases, standing there, undoing his belt

"I've grown bigger. This will not be easy," I giggle as his fingers caress my inner thigh.

"Oh moya krasivyy Tsvetok (my beautiful flower) , I am well aware," he replies, his lips kissing up my thigh, "you seem to think I care. If it bothers you, we will just get a bigger car. Problem solved." Happy with his answer, he continues his delicious torture of kissing everywhere except where I need him. His nose brushes up against my throbbing clit. My hips buck forward, searching for more friction.

"Moy lev (My lion)," I beg, "pozhaluysta (Please)."

Lenya situates himself in the center of the backseat, pulling me up to straddle his lap. He runs his hand up my back and grabs a fistful of hair, his words come out in a pant. "Ride me. Use me to make yourself come, Tsvetok (Flower). Show me how beautiful you are when you are coming on my cock." I reach in-between us and pull my panties to the side, already wet for him. Lenya groans as the head of his cock teases at my entrance.

I slide down his cock, taking him down to the hilt. His hands grip on my waist, beginning to pull my hips forward and back. The head of his cock is hitting the spot inside of me that always ends up with our sheet wet. My head falls back and my moans fill the car. The pressure building in my core, on the precipice of shattering. Lenya reaches up and pulls my face to his, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth. "I want you to come all over me and this seat, malyshka (baby)." He says, breaking our kiss.

Almost to ensure that I come, he rolls his hips, creating a rhythm that has me whimpering in his arms. I lean into his chest as best I can and let him take over. "Lenya, I-I," I can't even finish my sentence because an earth-shattering orgasm rips through me. I feel the rush of fluid run down my thighs, soaking Lenya's lap and the seat underneath him. He lifts me from on top him and that's when I realize he didn't come. "What about you, moy lev (my lion)?"

"Oh, don't you worry. Once we get home, I intend to get mine. This was all about you, Tsvetok. It looks like I did my job." The smirk plastered on his face says it all. One of his favorite things to do is make me squirt. I notice the wet spot on the seat. He reaches down and hands me my pants, helping me to shimmy into them as best I can. After helping me into the front passenger seat and climbing into the driver's seat himself, we take off for home.

The fa?ade that he is pretending to be fine is convincing. The way his hands clutch the steering wheel reveals just how hard he is trying to stay in control. Traffic in town is moving at a snail's pace and I can tell Lenya is getting flustered. If I wasn't so pregnant, I would lean across this console and suck his cock until we got home. Instead, I reach over, turning on the stereo. Wildways is playing one of their songs in English and Russian.

I use singing as a diversion to distract him. Lenya has never heard me sing. I am certain that he has seen me singing during Liturgy, but he has yet to experience my rendition of modern music. He is quiet as he listens to me. The song changes and one of my favorite songs comes on.

"I love this song!" I say as I belt out the lyrics to ‘Dreamlike" by Dead By April. Lenya reaches over and turns the volume down.

I shoot him an irritated glare and just as I was about to turn it back up, he says, "Now sing. I want to hear just your voice, malyshka (baby)."

Without hesitation, I sing along with the chorus. Lenya's face lights up with a wide grin as he continues to drive. We get to the house; the gate opens and we pull into the driveway. "Come on, malyshka (baby)," he says lovingly, "I think we could both use a shower." Without waiting for my response, he exits the car and approaches my side. He pulls my door open, leans in, and unbuckles me.

His lips graze my ear. "I'm still going to fuck you, Tsvetok (Flower)." He murmurs in a low whisper. "I'm going to fuck you in the shower, and then again in our bed later tonight." His words hit my core, and the need for him to fill me makes me gasp.

He helps me out of the car and then scoops me up into his arms. Lenya gestures towards the man standing at the edge of the front steps, signaling for him to open the door. We enter our home and Lenya doesn't stop, making his way straight down the hall to our room. Once in our room, he heads to the bathroom. Lenya puts me on my feet, then turns to our shower, reaching in to let the water heat.

I don't waste any time waiting for him—I immediately strip down. I wait for him to face me again before I undo the buttons on his collar. Lenya casually throws his shirt onto the floor, followed by unfastening his belt and loosening his pants. I watch as his pants drop to the floor, leaving him standing there completely naked. I find myself unable to resist the urge to let my eyes explore every inch of him, leaving me filled with mouthwatering desire.

With his hands on my back, he guides me into the shower. The stream of hot water hits my feet and I go to stand directly under the spray, waiting for my muzh (husband) to join me. Lenya enters with his back to me. I drop to my knees and when he turns around, his eyes meet mine. My tongue glides across my lower lip, his hard cock ready for me.

"I wanted to do this in the car on the way home," I say, pulling my hair back, "but our syn makes that impossible." I point to my large belly.

Lenya inches closer, his hand wrapped around his length. Slowly stroking himself as he moves to stand in front of me. He lets his cock go and grips my hair, pulling my face to him. "Put my cock in your mouth, malyshka (baby)." he pants, watching as I take him into my mouth. He asks, "Gentle or rough?"

I ponder his question. He has always been gentle with me when I have had him in my mouth. Why not mix things up a bit? I pull back and say, "Rough."

He groans, tipping his head back. "Fuck, Lina. Open your mouth, malyshka (baby). If it's too much, tap my thigh and I'll stop." As I part my lips, he forcefully plunges himself into my mouth, his hips thrusting forward.

"Takaya khoroshaya devochka (such a good girl)."

I moan around his cock at his words of praise. Saliva drips down my chin as I bring my eyes up to his face. Lenya's lips are parted as his eyes are on my mouth. The moans and whimpers coming from him tell me I am doing a good job. I don't need to hear words of praise when I have those sounds. His hand grips my hair just a little tighter as he picks up speed. I gag as he shoves his cock deep into my throat.

With a low, rough grunt, he stills. His warm cum spills down my throat. "Swallow it, that's a Khoroshaya devochka. (good girl)" He pulls back, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I didn't expect that to happen. I thought I would have been coming inside you."

I stand and say with a laugh, "Technically, you did come inside me."

Lenya wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. His tender kisses leave me a puddle in his arms. "You know what I mean," he whispers. We have the entire night for that to happen. I am sure he hasn't had his fill of me yet.