Page 74 of Plus-Size Bratva Bride
Pippa rolled her eyes, but her smile was radiant. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"
I grinned, tracing the curve of her cheek with my thumb. "You love it."
"Maybe," she teased, her hands sliding up my chest. "But what will our guests think, us sneaking off like this?"
I chuckled, leaning in close. "They'll think I'm a smart man getting to steal a moment alone with my gorgeous wife."
Pippa's laugh was music to my ears. "Smooth talker. But what about the baby? I'm not exactly light on my feet these days."
"Please," I scoffed playfully. "The way you're glowing, I wouldn't be surprised if we end up with Irish twins."
Her eyes widened comically. "Abrahim Ustinov! Don't you dare joke about that. One pregnancy is quite enough, thank you very much."
I couldn't help but laugh, pulling her close and reveling in the warmth of her body against mine. "Alright, alright. But you can't blame a man for dreaming, can you?"
“I guess I can’t,” she said, and we both met halfway for a kiss, leaving the rest of the world behind.
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