Fractured Souls - Page 72
I grab the front of his shirt and get in his face. “Again!”
“Pasha?” Asya grips my forearm. “What’s going on?”
I release Doc and cup her face between my palms. “It’s dangerous, mishka. And you’re so tiny. What if something happens?”
Asya presses her finger over my lips. “I’m going to be fine. There are twins in almost every generation of my family, and no one ever had any problems. Don’t panic.”
“I’m not panicking. I’m not.” I throw a look over my shoulder at the doc. “Should she be admitted to a hospital? I’ll drive straight there.”
“Pasha.” Asya pulls at my shirt.
“Can she walk?” I continue. “No, I better carry her there.”
“I’m not going to a fucking hospital!” Asya roars into my ear, grabs my chin, and turns my head to face her. “Let’s thank the doctor and head home.”
“Mishka . . .”
“I wouldn’t advise enraging a woman pregnant with twins, Pasha,” the doc throws in.
“He won’t.” Asya leans forward and presses her lips to mine. “Relax. Everything is going to be okay.”
