Page 55 of Broken & Bound

I paced the length of my bathroom. I read further and laughed.

“What?”

“Apparently, even though it says you pee directly on the stick, they felt the need to add a disclaimer. Do not insert the test stick inside your…your…”

“Pussy?” he quirked, staring at me intently.

“You’re not helping. It uses the clinical term, see,” I mumbled, showing him the instructions.

“Oh yes, I see it now. It most definitely says vagina and not pussy. Well, we know what to do and what not to do, so we should pee on it.”

“We?”

“Yup. You’ll do the peeing. I’ll do the holding,” he said with the confidence of a thousand men.

“Over my dead body,” I exclaimed.

My face filled with heat. He snatched the box from me and held it over my head.

“We are testing together. I’ve been inside your sweet pussy more times than I can count. By the way, I still can’t get enough of it, so either way, we’re celebrating as soon as this testing bit is over.”

“Pavel Lenkov, I’m not peeing in front of you.”

“Why? Did Sonny make you do that?” he asked, suddenly becoming pale.

“No.”

“Well then, that answers that. Let’s do this. I’m actually excited to know.”

“You’re excited?”

“Yes, if you’re pregnant, then we tell the family ASAP. We can stop sneaking around. I’m tired of hiding, Bella. I know you asked for more time, but I hate lying to everyone, especially your brother.”

“And if I’m not?”

“We schedule a family meeting, and we tell everyone we love each other and plan to get married.”

“Married? Woah there, slow down.”

“Isabella, I meant what I said that night. I only want babies with the woman I love. I want to marry you. You’re the only woman for me. Don’t you know that by now?”

My mind slowed its racing, and my heart did the same. His words had a calming effect on me. They always did, and in that moment, I was never more grateful for his strength and his presence.

I carefully opened the seal and pulled out the stick. Pasha cleared his throat and held his hand out. He was really going to make me do this. I heaved out, feeling my chest move with each breath I took.

I dropped the stick into his outstretched hand. As I situated myself on the toilet, embarrassment filled me. I closed my eyes and heard the cap being pulled off. The only thought in my head now was how fucking awkward this was going to be.

“I’m in perfect position, feel free to let her loose.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I mumbled and tried to relax enough to pee.

It took me a minute, but I accomplished the goal. He replaced the cap and stepped back. I wiped and flushed before pushing past him to wash my hands. He carefully carried it to the counter, and I squeaked, running from the bathroom.

I dove under my covers again. My heart pounded as if I was running on the treadmill.

“How long does it take again?” I shouted from the safety of my bed.

“Two minutes,” he answered, and I jumped.