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“I’m just as shocked as you are, little lawyer,” he answered, one arm going around my waist. “I never planned to fall for you…but I did.”
Tears stung my eyes, and soon they began flowing like a river. “Don’t say things to people if you don’t mean them.”
He wiped my tears, looking right into my eyes. “I love you, Kiera.” His fingers toiled with my hair. “And I mean every single word.”
A mix of fear, longing, joy, and satisfaction exploded within me, my heart swelling with something unnamed.
“I love you too, Nial.” My lips curved into a genuine smile—bright and broad.
He kissed me on the forehead and held me close, one hand on my protruding belly. I felt safe in his arms. Happy.
For the first time since this saga began, I knew exactly who I was to him. The confusion was over. I was no longer the woman he was forced to marry for the sake of his unborn child and the image of his family.
I was something more.
Not just a wife.
A partner.
In the stillness of the room, I realized this was the start of something new—something terrifying and beautiful at the same time.
It was the beginning of a future I hadn’t known I wanted.
Was it what I’d envisioned for myself?
No.
But it was all I had.
Was my story going to have a happy ending?
Maybe. Maybe not.
I guess we’d find out.
Chapter 28 — Nial
~ Three Months Later
The sound of her painful screams tore through me worse than any bullet ever had. Her grip tightened around my hand with an incredible strength that almost crushed my bones.
She was covered in sweat, her chest heaving with ragged breaths as she struggled to push. The labor was longer than expected, brutal, and way out of my control. I felt useless standing beside her, unable to do a damn thing.
The doctor and nurses were working together to make sure she gave birth without complications. But it seemed my wife was already losing strength.
“Nial!” she screamed my name, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
“I’m here,” I said, wiping the sweat on her forehead. “I’m here—I’m here.”
“We’re gonna need you to push harder, Mrs. Tarasov,” the doctor said, glancing up at her.
“I can’t…” she wept, shaking her head. “I can’t do it.”
“Yes, you can,” I said, tapping her face. “Look at me—look at me.”
She did, her eyes wide with fear.
“You can do this, okay? I’m right here, and I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
