The Russian's Dangerous Game
“She glanced at her watch, trying to calculate how far apart the contractions were.
So far, she was still okay. They were more than fifteen minutes apart. That was good, she thought as the pain slowly receded once again.
She smiled as she sipped her sparkling lemonade.
“What’s wrong?” Rocco asked, taking her hand in his, gently feeling for her pulse. “Is the baby bothering you tonight?”
The glittering lights overhead and all the sparkling guests blurred into the background as she smiled up at her husband. “I’m perfectly fine,” she said, squeezing his hand so he would stop feeling for her pulse. “Enjoy yourself,” she said with pride. “This is your night!”
Nothing was going to get in the way of Rocco enjoying this night. He was receiving an award for his generous donations to the children’s center which had allowed them to care for over one hundred additional children.
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