The Russian's Secret Child (The Fedosov Family Series) by Leslie North Read Free Book Online Page B

lying on his chest, and it wasn’t until several hours later when they had awakened that they had both noticed the third time they hadn’t used protection. Not willing to let that fact dampen their mood, they had leisurely showered together before falling back to sleep once again.
    Their peaceful interlude had ended abruptly when they awoke around 10 o’clock and she was jolted back into the present. Nothing had been said about their unprotected joining, and Misha had forgotten all about it in the ensuing days and weeks.
    Opening his eyes, he recalled how that first night had ended. She had all but kicked him out of her apartment, her mind already on the paper she needed to finish writing. He had promised to take her to dinner that night to celebrate, but they had ordered in instead.
    There weeks had gone on in a similar fashion with him directing his troops during the day, and making love to her all night.  The time had flown by, and when the last two days arrived, he had made sure to try to make her see they had a future together.  
    Arriving at his home, he gently roused her, “Jasmine, we are here.”
    He watched as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and checked on Mikhail. The child was still sleeping, exhausted from his sleepless night and painful earache.
    Misha insisted on taking the sleeping infant from her arms, allowing her a chance to stretch her tired muscles. Telling Sergei quietly that he needed to send someone back with his car, he handed him the keys and then turned his attention to the lovely woman still standing next to the car. She looked like a sleepy kitten that had just been awakened and wasn’t quite sure where it was yet.
    She hadn’t said more than a few words since they had left her former apartment. He hoped that her friend had not upset her more than she already was, but Dasha had been correct when she encouraged her to be open to everything.
    Jasmine followed Misha into his home, noticing the comfortable furniture and modern conveniences, but it didn’t make much difference. She was lost in contemplation of what her life might have been like if she had found Misha when she first found out she was pregnant.
    She liked to think that he would have married her then, but maybe that was just a pipedream. He seemed to be trying to make up for lost time now, but she wondered how long that would last.
    Misha took Mikhail to his own bedroom, lying him down in the middle of the bed and surrounding him with pillows to keep the baby from rolling off. There was only one furnished bedroom in the house. “Will that work?” he asked her, the first words he had spoken to her since having arrived at his home.
    Jasmine simply nodded, afraid if she opened her mouth, everything she was feeling would come pouring out and Misha didn’t deserve that. No one did. She would just have to handle her emotions internally and put on a brave face.

Chapter 12
     
    “Come,” he said quietly, leading her from the room. He glanced at the dark circles beneath her eyes and the way her cheeks drew slightly in. “Are you hungry?”
    Jasmine shook her head; she couldn’t eat when she was this upset. Her stomach chose that moment to make itself known and remind her that she hadn’t eaten since lunch the day before.
    “Well, I guess your stomach is smarter than your brain. Come on, I’ll fix you something to eat.”
    Jasmine followed him down a long hallway, which opened up into a beautiful kitchen, complete with stainless steel appliances, and dark gray marble countertops sitting atop whitewashed wooden cabinets. The white tiles on the floor and ceramic tiles on the walls completed the look. The kitchen was gorgeous!
    Jasmine took a seat at one of the bar stools situated around the large kitchen island and watched as Misha pulled eggs, vegetables and some diced ham from the fridge. She had forgotten his predilection for omelets.   That’s exactly what he made her.  He didn’t ask what she wanted in it, he already