The Accountant novel Chapter 33

"I won't walk down the aisle until we found Dinara." Her chin was firmed and her brown eyes were flashing. She had made her position on such touchy subject ages ago.

"Okay, detka. You win. But you have to sign this." She narrowed her gaze at her fiance. Though it was no use calling him that, everyone took leave to address her Mrs. Vasiliy or tzarina. She let them be. She was enjoying it anyway but she wouldn't admit it to the man towering over her with possessiveness.

"What are these?" There were at least five copies of documents that he wanted her signature on.

His jaw clenched and he refused to answer. "I just need your signature, detka. Don't fight me on this one, please."

"Okay. Then give me a copy so I can study whatever business proposal you have there." She held out her hand imperiously, the other one on her protruding stomach, gently caressing her kicking son.

"This is not a business proposal." He mumbled. Though his gray gaze softened when he witnessed what she was doing. "Is he kicking again?"

Despite her irritation, she smiled and nodded. Dominic had loved the times their baby made his presence known. He even gave some extra kicks upon hearing his father's deep voice. Few things could delight them in this crazy world, this was one of them.

"Yes. Here, feel." She rounded the desk, pushed him to his admiral chair, and inclined her back on its surface in front of him, her belly right on his face.

Dominic grinned up at her and held her hips while he leaned forward and nuzzled her baby bump. Their son kicked once more. "Hey, there, sport. Playing again?" He cooed. And the tiny precious baby boy somersaulted and dented the surface of her skin.

"Oh, that's a good one," Beau said. Abit winded. She grimaced.

"Are you okay, moya lyubov?" Dominic asked. Alarmed.

She nodded and sat on his lap instead. With her arms around his neck, she slanted him a shrewd glance, daring him to lie to her. He snorted.

"Now, tell me. Why do you want me to sign those papers you don't want me to read?"

"You are on your third trimester." He said matter of factly. As if she didn't know. They continued to look at each other. Both gauging.

"And?" She prodded. Her brow arching.

"I want to legalize everything." God! Pulling teeth would be easier.

Then it dawned on her. His defensive and short answers made sense.

It didn't take long for her to figure it out.

Beau's eyes squinted at the words on the front page. License.

"It's our marriage contract." She muttered.

He sighed heavily and nodded. "Yes."

"How where you able to solemnized it?" She was curious.

Eying her cautiously, he cleared his throat. "One of my godfathers is a judge."

"I see." And she did. She understood him perfectly. He just wanted her to be his completely. In every way possible. But.."I want to do this right."