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|Sybella Zharkova|
|A month and a half later|
|February 7th 2024|

Ilya groaned as he turned on his side "Malyshka, you need to go to sleep; it's 3 am."

"Our baby is coming to this world today," I stated, placing the ice cream bowl on my bump.

"You can't decide the course of nature," he complained. "Go to sleep."

"Shut up, Ilya! I'm watching Real Housewives of Beverly Hills and I'm trying to figure out if slut-shamming was a trend or if all these women are just worse than boomers."

"It's both," my husband sat up on his heels with his cock resting on his thighs which made me smile. "Don't look at my cock, you have a funny effect on him and then it gets all fucking excited for you but then we can't fuck–"

"Because I'm pregnant, fucker," I placed the bowl on my nightstand and paused the show since a fight just started. "We are not supposed to have sex the last few weeks of pregnancy and I got you plenty of toys for you to fuck whilst you look at me. You like the sex doll with anal and vaginal tunnel, why don't you bring it?" a grin appeared on my lips.

"I'm not doing that."

My right eyebrow arched "Why?"

"Because I–"

"Baby," I knelt in front of him and gripped his strong shoulders "I'm having our baby today and you have been my support system through all of this. You have been quite tired the last week just trying to keep me from doing everything to keep me comfortable which is magnificent and I'm so grateful for it," my hands moved to his cheeks. "You need to relax and when you cum, that's what you do. Don't you want to–"

"Sybella," he interrupted as his eyes diverted to my side of the bed. "What's that?"

My head turned to my right and the light from the TV let me see the stain on the ivory sheets "I also drank water on my nightstand so it must be that," I looked back at him with a smile "anyway–"

"What if your water broke?" he interrupted me.

"No, that's not it, dummy," Kharon, our beautiful pup, moved from my feet of the bed to lick on the stain which is odd. "Okay, he doesn't usually do that when it's water."

"Lay down," Ilya ordered.

I jumped off the bed and slithered my hand between my thighs to feel the bridge of my panties which is damped "Oh oh," I looked at my husband with a smile. "My water just broke or I peed."

"Fuck! Bubba isn't supposed to be here for another thirteen days!" Ilya jumped off the bed and grabbed his underwear from the bench at the foot of the bed to jump into them.

"Why are you two making so much noise?" Ekaterina walked into the bedroom, tying the sash of her silk robe; she's been staying at our house for the last couple of days since I need her with me for the birth and so does Ilya."

"My water broke," I informed with a grin.

"Oh my God! Haven't you been feeling contractions?" She rushed to me with a big smile.

"I was feeling a bit uncomfortable but only because the baby is always kicking and because I ate too much before coming to bed but no.

After my husband came out of the closet with his clothes on, he informed me that the Doctor was on the way. Ilya picked me up bridal style and had his mother throw a blanket over me before we left the bedroom to go down the hall which was a guest bedroom a couple of weeks ago, until Arabella convinced me to turn it into a sterile room for me to give birth here. There's also surgical equipment just in case it's needed but hopefully, it won't be.

"What are you feeling?" Ilya asked as he placed me down on the bed.

I shrugged "Indigestion?"

"Don't joke around—"

"No, this happens," Ekaterina said. "Sometimes waters break and the contractions could come hours after, not necessarily right away; this isn't a movie and you don't have a womb so go call the Doctor."

"No, máma, I want to be with her," Ilya told, standing to my right with the hospital gown in hand. "I'll call the Doctor but I'm not leaving this room until my baby and wife are both in my arms."

My lips curved into a smile "Why don't you call Vladímir? I'm sure he wants to be here when his grandchild arrives."

Ekaterina grinned before turning her body towards her son "I am so proud of you for standing up to me, baby boy," she gave him a quick hug before leaving the bedroom, promising to come back as soon as possible.

My eyes diverted to Ilya "Was that intimidating?"

He showed me his right hand which was trembling "Quite; I was expecting a slap."

A chuckle left my mouth "It was very brave and I loved it. Thank you, baby."

"Anything for you," he leaned down to peck my lips before picking up the landline to call the Doctor who has been staying in the guest house.

We have been in Russia since November because winter is just so lovely here and I want to spend more time with Anna who has been so busy being the best mother.

Ilya was so gentle with helping me out of my clothes and into the hospital gown, that I thought he believed I was going to fade away.

"I'm fine, Ily," my hands reached for his trembling ones. "We are finally going to meet our little bubba and you get to hang those letters on the door and we get to have the blankets embroidered," I said enthusiastically to try to calm him down.

Listen, I might be the one who is having the baby but I'm not going to tell him he doesn't get to feel panicked because this is huge, and he is supporting me so I'll support him back.

"Did you know that I only ate doughnuts today?"

"Sybella!" He exclaimed.

My smile turned into a grin "There's what I love."

|Ilya Zharkov|

Sybella has been in early labour for seven hours now if you count the hours she was watching TV (so we've been aware of her active labour for around fours hours), and we've been doing things such as walking around the house, I also gave her a long warm bath where we talked about what we are having tonight for dinner and how I'm going to get a tattoo this week in honour of our child, I've also been monitoring her contractions which come every six or seven minutes, although she doesn't complain much about them. Maybe she's trying to act strong to keep me calm.

"Am I alive?"

I nodded, looking at the name of the person I wrote on the card on her forehead "Unfortunately."

She chuckled "Am I Jon Snow?"

"Yes," I chuckled. "Am I famous?"

"Oh, you're a terrible cliché," she replied with a chuckle.

"Am I Hardon from that teen movie?" My right eyebrow arched.

A loud laugh left her mouth "I'm not sure that's his name but no, baby, you're not Hardon."

"Am I Regina George?"

She shook her head "Go beyond."

"Is that a clue?" I leaned back on the armchair and this time she nodded. "All right, am I a human or an object?"

"Object."

My lips curved into a big smile "Am I red roses?"

"Yes, baby," she removed the card from her headband and used the small eraser to erase the name I wrote on it, and write a new one for me.

For the last couple of hours, her previous pregnancy has been itching my curiosity, and she has told me that I can always ask openly about the past, nevertheless, I am reluctant "Malyshka, can I ask you something about your previous pregnancy?"

My wife immediately stopped writing to look my way "Sure, baby."

"Was it more painful than this one?"

Sybella nodded with a light smile "I was in labour for twenty-nine hours and it felt like it was never going to end, but after all, the two hours of pushing were absolutely worth it," she placed the card on my headband. "This time it all seems smoother and easier because I already know what's going to happen and how to do it and the love of my life is with me."

Heat rushed up to my cheeks "I haven't been of much help though, I only worry worry and worry."

"Because you care and that means the world to me," her soft hands caressed my cheeks as our eyes locked. "I can't wait to see you as a daddy of a human cub."

A smirk formed on my lips "I'm a daddy already."

She chuckled "Yes you are, sexy–"

The door was opened and in walked the Doctor along with my mother, who has been in her bedroom since my dad got food poisoning from some prawns he cooked himself last night; he has had personal chefs since he was a baby, I don't know why it occurred to him that doing that was sane, but then again, he gets bored and my mother wasn't there to stop his nonsensical idea. He recently learnt how to not burn toast.

"How's Mr. Zharkov?" Sybella asked as she hopped onto the bed with my help.

"He's feeling much better now that everything's out and I've realised that man-baby can't be left alone or he'll die," Mother chuckled. "Anyway, how's everything going here? How dilated are we?"

The doctor looked between my wife's propped up, open legs "You're officially in active labour and are dilated nine centimetres; you're straight to the point."

"Has always been," I commented.

"Haven't you been having contractions more often?" Doctor Ivanov asked with an arched eyebrow.

Sybella nodded "Every three minutes."

My eyes went wide at her statement because SHE DIDNT SAY ANYTHING "Why didn't you tell me?! I'm supposed to be of use!"

The woman of my life took my right "Because you're freaking out. This isn't my first time, baby, which means things are moving quicker; I've been in active labour for two hours now but I asked the Doctor to lie a bit about my dilation to keep you calm for as long as possible."

A frown appeared upon my face "I'm supposed to be protecting you today; you have no business worrying about me today."

"I do," she stated. "I need you sane for when I break your hand," she said, giving me a smile. "We only have one centimetre to go and then I'll push and then we'll have our baby," she clapped.

"Don't downsize this; I might be laughing but I'm still scared to death."

"Lucky for you, I'm the one pushing," she rolled up her gown to look at her bump which is gorgeous.

"For how long have you been in labour? Did you know your water had broken before I noticed?" My eyes squinted suspiciously.

She let out a deep sigh "Yes, that's why I said our baby was coming today."

"Oh my God, Sybella—"

"Fuck," she groaned, cradling her naked bump. "That one hurt like a bitch."

|Sybella Zharkova|

That contraction didn't really hurt but it made him forget about what I did this early morning. It does hurt a lot but nothing to compared with what I went through with Avyanna when, I genuinely thought, my body was going to split in half.

A groan left my mouth as a new contraction struck my insides; it's a really awful cramp that reminds me of my first periods, when I used to cry myself to sleep because of how much it hurt in the Roman winters. I want to bear down but that's not possible at the moment, so I'm trying to keep myself distracted with happy thoughts, such as:

My siblings are on their way here from Italia and so is Antonio who has been taking some time off to spend time with Victoria and their baby boy twins; he's bringing them too. As for Arabella, she was in New York when we called her, in a meeting, so she won't be here for another couple of hours.

"Sybella, you're crowning," the Doctor said as a nurse placed a surgical cap on his head. "You're meeting your baby."

It's quite obvious it's time to start pushing because the crowning pain is extremely identifiable. It's a ring of fucking fire but it will have a happy ending, so I'm bearing the pain.

My eyes diverted to Ilya who was chugging down a shot of vodka, which he doesn't like but apparently he has realised it's the beverage that'll work the quickest. I wish I could have some of it.

"Okay, I'm not ready but the baby is so let's get this show on the road," he clapped and took his seat at the armchair to the right of the bed.

"Think about all those nights you've spent practicing the wrap technique, think about the smell of our baby's head will have, think about how my tits will be out all the time because of breastfeeding," I commented, making him smile and apparently more at peace. Men are odd and simple to please when your tits are out, don't ask me why.

"All right, push, Sybella," the Doctor said and I immediately complied, looking away from my husband because I get all red and besides, there's an overwhelming wave of feelings going through my body since this morning which is part of why I didn't tell Ilya my water broke. I'm terrified of bringing the baby into the world and then have the possibility of it being hurt.

Ilya slithered his arm under my neck to prop up my head "Look at me, malyshka."

I shook my head as tears fell down my cheeks "No," I breathed out.

He rushed around the bed to look at my face as I took deep breaths "Why are you crying, Sybella?" Ilya frowned, looking down at me.

"Because I'm scared the universe will take this baby away from us and then you will hate me and leave me," I sobbed. "I can't lose another baby or you—"

"None of that is going to happen," he rested his forehead against mine. "Why hadn't you told me about this—"

"Push again, Sybella."

My head fell back as I gripped my husband's sweater to grip as I pushed with everything in me "Cazzo!"

(Fuck!)

"Good job, Sybella, we are almost done, just one more push," the Doctor encouraged which I ignored.

"I don't want our baby to die, I don't our baby to die, I don't want our baby to die! Please God!" I begged in desperation.

"Sybella!" Ilya cupped my cheeks and forced me to look at him; he was crying. "We are not going to lose our baby, stop saying that! I'm already terrified!"

"I'm terrified too!" I yelled. "I don't want you to live what I have! I don't want you to hold your dead baby's body in your arms!"

"For fuck's sake! Stop fucking saying that our baby is going to die!"

My lower lip quivered "Don't yell at me, fucking bastard!"

"Push again, Sybella!" The Doctor told.

My body jerked forward as I pushed like my life depended on it "Ahh!"

All of the sudden, a cry filled the room which made my heart come to a complete halt; my husband gripped my hand tightly "You have a gorgeous baby boy!" The Doctor exclaimed with a smile.

I looked over my shoulder at Ilya who now had a soft smile on his lips "You did it...we have a baby. I'm sorry for yelling at you, malyshka."

"As soon as we are alone, I'm going to castrate you, fucking cunt," I growled.

|Ilya Zharkov|

She hasn't killed me yet, although it's well-deserved for yelling at her for a genuine, valid fear she has due to the fact that she has lost a child already.

"I put the letters up already," I cleared my throat, walking into the room to find my wife breastfeeding our baby who has been in the world for an hour now. "How's Nikolai?"

"I've been staring at him for the past ten minutes and every second I find something new and beautiful about him. Come here."

I rushed to her side; Nikolai is wearing a white onesie with a matching hat, wrapped in a lilac blanket. He's also wearing cute little mittens but his hands are in the blanket.

"He's perfect," my head hesitantly leaned on hers and she didn't do anything which is good. "So, um, about what happened—"

"It's okay, Ilya," she looked up at me with a smile. "You were right, I shouldn't say those things; it was wrong of me and I apologise."

"So you're not going to castrate me?" A nervous chuckle left my mouth.

Sybella shook her head "We need to give Nikolai siblings so that won't be happening, at least not today."

"That's reassuring."

My wife chuckled "It was a joke I made in the heat of the moment, baby. I was angry because I am genuinely scared and I wish Avyanna was here to welcome him."

"Do you think we would've ended up together even if you hadn't gone through that tragedy?" I cautiously asked.

"Eventually," she replied. "That morning I left, I made a promise to myself to look for you ten years later. I was going to confess to you everything I felt that night, although, through the years I doubted doing so due to your attitude towards me. I've always known we were meant to be together, even when I was mesmerised with Jay, I was deeply in love with you...once I even had this ludicrous idea," she let out a deep sigh as Nikolai moved away from her nipple. "I thought about packing everything up, taking Avyanna and coming to Russia to beg for your forgiveness. Every time I looked at you, all I wanted to do was kiss you and tell you how every night before going to sleep, I thought about you...wondered what you were doing, wondered if you still loved me."

"Do you get tired when I tell you how lucky I am for having you in my life?" A blush rushed up my face.

My wife shook her head "It feeds my ego, you can continue to do so."

I laughed before leaning down to peck her lips "I am the luckiest being to have ever existed and will ever exist because you are in my life."

"Mhh, good boy," she gripped my sweater and pulled me down to crush her lips against mine. "Why don't you put Nikolai in his crib? I'll treat you good, daddy."

|Sybella Zharkova|
|May 9th 2024|

"Hellow!" Napoleon shouted as he rushed past me in his bathing suit; today he decided to wear a bikini which is funny to me since he has been mimicking his mother and me for the past couple of days. He's very curious which is something I deeply enjoy watching; he's going to develop into his own person, nobody is going to force him to become someone he's not which is just the way I want to raise Nikolai.

"Be careful, Napoleon!" Arabella shouted in her tiny black bikini, flaunting her nonexistent 3-month old baby bump. "Jesus fucking Christ! Apollo, yellow is not your color!" The woman looked beyond me so I stopped to turn around and there I found Apollo, Ilya, Ben and Mariano in matching bikinis. My husband is wearing a cobalt blue one and he looks fabulous, to be honest.

Apollo flexed his biceps "I am named after the God of light and Art! Yellow is my color woman!"

"All right, delusional slut!" Arabella shouted back.

"You look really sexy, baby," I winked at my husband before turning back around to join Arabella by the pool's table where she was pouring lemonade into multiple glasses.

"They think they're the Power Rangers," she chuckled, handing me a glass which I gladly took. "How are you? How's Nikolai?"

"Perfect," I looked down at my three-month old baby who is currently asleep in my right arm. "How are you doing?"

She let out a deep sigh before sitting down "This is my fourth pregnancy and I'm barely 24," a smile curved her lips. "Imagine how many kids I'm gonna have by the time I'm 35."

A chuckle left my mouth "I want to have many babies."

"Great, we can marry them to ours," she grinned.

"That could be fun," I sat down to her right. "They're growing up together anyway so there won't be no awkwardness, and they will definitely give us stunning grandchildren."

The thought is truly ideal because marrying to someone who isn't part of this world could be complicated, since they don't understand what we do and why we do it.

In the distance, Aurore, Mariano's wife, was taking pictures of the men with the children. Artemis is the star of the show, although Napoleon can pose.

"Guys! Come here!" She waved

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