The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(119)

But, at the same time, another thing was killing me inside, the fact that I was keeping the boys from their father, and that they would need him someday. I could provide them with all the material wealth in the world but I could not replace their father.

Not long after I found out about my twins sex, I decided to move back home. When Jackson saw me after all these months, having been on training with Kurt, he was surprised and shocked at the same time. He asked me who the father was and I decided not to tell him. I told him the father and I are no longer together, and he wants no part in the life of my children.

All in all, Jackson was very supportive and genuinely happy about becoming an uncle. He told me he wanted to introduce me to his girlfriend, and wanted to know what I thought, because he was thinking about proposing her.

As my due date came closer, I started shopping a lot. I was setting up rooms for the twins and there was a lot that needed to be done. And then, one day, while shopping I ran into Kurt. He confronted me and wouldn’t let me leave. He took me to a restaurant nearby and asked me to explain. He asked me how far along I was and I told him I was about 8 months pregnant. He did the math and realized that he was the father.

“Am I the father?” he asked, his voice uncertain.

“Yeah,” I said. “Kurt, I know how navy life is and I don’t want to burden you with this. You don’t have to take part in any of this. I can take care of my children.”

“Are you kidding me? Why would I not want a part in the life of my own child?” he said, tears of happiness welling up in his eyes.

“You mean you are not mad at me? You want to be a part of their life? You want them?” I said, nearly breaking down.

“Them?” he said.

“I am pregnant with twins, Kurt,” I said, “both boys.”

“I want them, Ver. I want them and I want you. You look so beautiful, even better when you are pregnant.”

“But all the things you told me, you said life was uncertain for people like you and all,” I broke down.

“That is all the more reason I want to have a family and children. That no matter where I am, I will have something to think about that makes me happy. That would be you and my children,” he said, wrapping his arm around me. We spent the rest of the evening strolling, than sitting in a cafe, making out, as I told him everything that happened in the last 8 months.

My heart was content because I knew he was genuinely happy, that he was going to stick around. He came home with me, a constant smile on his face, and carried my shopping bags. We broke the news together to Jackson, who was initially shocked and then instantly happy for us.

That night, Kurt and I had sex again. I was huge and pregnant so he could not be rough, but we had the most romantic and sensual sex ever. He f*cked me 6 times, once for each month, and then later on promised that once the babies are born, he is going to make up for every week we missed, and everyday. He even said that he would like to have a daughter someday.

Kurt moved in with Vertasha. After spending a few weeks together, Kurt talked to Jackson about his future plans. He revealed his intention to propose to his sister and asked Jackson for his thoughts. Jackson knew Kurt very well, had always respected him, and he said he could not be any happier for them and would feel very happy, content, and safe if they got married, and that Kurt had his permission and blessing to marry his sister.

Kurt went all out and searched the entire state for the most precious and beautiful ring for Vertasha. He settled on a beautiful ring made of titanium, studded with rare yellow diamonds. He decided to propose to Vertasha in the coming week when Jackson’s girlfriend was going to come over for dinner.

Jackson and Kurt had been all too chummy since the last few days. I was not sure what they were up to. But I was glad that I woke up each day to Kurt’s face. I was also excited about meeting Jackson’s girlfriend.

At the dinner, Kurt pulled me to the side and took me to the balcony. He said it was important, something he wanted to discuss with me. We stood in the balcony with a full moon shining on us. Kurt reached into his pocket and his phone went off. He answered his phone, but he only said the word ‘Yes,’ three times and nothing else.

He turned to me and said, “Ver, I am really sorry but I have to go. Duty calls.”

“Can’t you wait? I am due anytime now!?” I asked, hoping he would stay.

“No, can’t. Urgent. Tell Jackson I said bye.”

And just like that he left. I went back to the table and fought back tears through dinner. I began to wonder, maybe what I had heard about the navy guys was right, and Kurt was no different. And yet, each day that passes breaks my heart a little more, and I wonder if my children will be born without their father present in the delivery room.

Epilogue

15 days later…

As I sit on the steps at the back of my house, I think back to sitting here with Jackson earlier this year. I look back on the conversation we had, how things were and how I used to be, and how things have changed since then. I am a completely different person now.

Back then, I was a party girl, ruling the office, clubs, and guys. Now, I sit here, pregnant with twin boys without their father by my side, and yet I have managed to be strong. It did not take me too long to accept things as they were, but it did take me a while.

Kurt left so suddenly that I had no time to take in anything. I was prepared for him to be by my side when I gave birth, not for him to leave so unexpectedly. Nevertheless, the first week since he left was terrible. Every second felt like a ticking bomb, and I felt like I was the bomb. I thought I could go into labor anytime, and every second I wished he would come back, but he didn’t. In fact, I haven’t even heard from him since then.