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fueled by her frustration.
The explosion came on Friday afternoon when Julia and Desi arrived to take her shopping. Misha insisted she go shopping and purchase a new wardrobe for both herself and their son. Jasmine was floored and embarrassed that he didn’t trust her to the task by herself and felt like she had been assigned two babysitters.
When she told him as much, he simply laughed at her, “Jasmine, I know you are capable of choosing your own clothing. I just thought you might enjoy some company. They are going to be your family in a few weeks after all.”
Jasmine had felt the heat rush to her cheeks, shamed that she had once again jumped to conclusions. “Mikhail isn’t well enough to go out…”
“Don’t worry about Mikhail. He and I will have a wonderful time here by ourselves.”
“But…”
“No more arguments. Jasmine, please quit fighting me on every little thing. I realize that it’s going to take some time for us to get used to living with each other, but you need to try.”
“I’m afraid to,” she cried out, the emotions that had been plaguing her the last two days rushing forth. “What if this doesn’t work? What am I supposed to do then? If I start leaning on you, and this doesn’t work out, I don’t know that I could find the strength to pick myself back up again.”
Misha was floored at the depth of her fears. Striding to where she was, he pulled her against his chest, soothing her with words of love and affection. “Jasmine, milaya moya , you worry too much. I want this to work out very badly. I let you slip through my fingers once before, but I have you now and I’m not going to let you go. You have to trust that what is happening between us is real.”
“How can I?” she cried, tears leaking from her eyes and making damp circles on his shirt. “All of my life I’ve wanted to belong to someone. To have another person on this planet to call mine. I’ve been so afraid that Mikhail would be taken from me and that I would lose him too.”
Misha closed his eyes, wishing there was some way he could take the hurt from her, “Jasmine. No one is going to take Mikhail from you. And you’re not alone in this world. You had a mother who died. I’m sorry she wasn’t there to help you grow up and tell you what a wonderful person you’ve become. I’m sorry that the American authorities didn’t try to keep you and your brother together. But, we will find him. You’re not alone. You’ve never been alone.
“And now you have a wonderful little boy who obviously adores you, just like his father does. I want to build a life with you, but I can’t do it alone. I need you to try to put aside your fears of what might happen, and trust in me. Trust in us.”
Jasmine nodded against his chest, feeling safe in his arms like always and wishing he would never let her go. Maybe if he held her for the rest of her life she’d start believing him! “I’ll try. I really will.”
“Good,” Misha said, dropping a kiss on the top of her head before stepping away. What he wanted to do was carry her up to his bed and spend the rest of the afternoon showing her with his body all of the reasons they were made for each other, but that was not to be.
By tacit agreement, he had kept their physical interaction to hugs and tender kisses. His libido was taking a beating and growing more insistent with each passing day, but he wanted their first joining since finding each other again to be special, and the bridal house at the back of the Fedosov estate was just the place to make that happen.
He had spoken with Dmitry about it yesterday, and even now, plans were being put in motion for tomorrow night. He knew that Jasmine would not willingly leave their son in the care of strangers, even though they were to be her family after tomorrow. He had arranged for a crib to be installed in the bridal house, as well as anything else he might require the two days they were to stay there.
He hoped that come
The explosion came on Friday afternoon when Julia and Desi arrived to take her shopping. Misha insisted she go shopping and purchase a new wardrobe for both herself and their son. Jasmine was floored and embarrassed that he didn’t trust her to the task by herself and felt like she had been assigned two babysitters.
When she told him as much, he simply laughed at her, “Jasmine, I know you are capable of choosing your own clothing. I just thought you might enjoy some company. They are going to be your family in a few weeks after all.”
Jasmine had felt the heat rush to her cheeks, shamed that she had once again jumped to conclusions. “Mikhail isn’t well enough to go out…”
“Don’t worry about Mikhail. He and I will have a wonderful time here by ourselves.”
“But…”
“No more arguments. Jasmine, please quit fighting me on every little thing. I realize that it’s going to take some time for us to get used to living with each other, but you need to try.”
“I’m afraid to,” she cried out, the emotions that had been plaguing her the last two days rushing forth. “What if this doesn’t work? What am I supposed to do then? If I start leaning on you, and this doesn’t work out, I don’t know that I could find the strength to pick myself back up again.”
Misha was floored at the depth of her fears. Striding to where she was, he pulled her against his chest, soothing her with words of love and affection. “Jasmine, milaya moya , you worry too much. I want this to work out very badly. I let you slip through my fingers once before, but I have you now and I’m not going to let you go. You have to trust that what is happening between us is real.”
“How can I?” she cried, tears leaking from her eyes and making damp circles on his shirt. “All of my life I’ve wanted to belong to someone. To have another person on this planet to call mine. I’ve been so afraid that Mikhail would be taken from me and that I would lose him too.”
Misha closed his eyes, wishing there was some way he could take the hurt from her, “Jasmine. No one is going to take Mikhail from you. And you’re not alone in this world. You had a mother who died. I’m sorry she wasn’t there to help you grow up and tell you what a wonderful person you’ve become. I’m sorry that the American authorities didn’t try to keep you and your brother together. But, we will find him. You’re not alone. You’ve never been alone.
“And now you have a wonderful little boy who obviously adores you, just like his father does. I want to build a life with you, but I can’t do it alone. I need you to try to put aside your fears of what might happen, and trust in me. Trust in us.”
Jasmine nodded against his chest, feeling safe in his arms like always and wishing he would never let her go. Maybe if he held her for the rest of her life she’d start believing him! “I’ll try. I really will.”
“Good,” Misha said, dropping a kiss on the top of her head before stepping away. What he wanted to do was carry her up to his bed and spend the rest of the afternoon showing her with his body all of the reasons they were made for each other, but that was not to be.
By tacit agreement, he had kept their physical interaction to hugs and tender kisses. His libido was taking a beating and growing more insistent with each passing day, but he wanted their first joining since finding each other again to be special, and the bridal house at the back of the Fedosov estate was just the place to make that happen.
He had spoken with Dmitry about it yesterday, and even now, plans were being put in motion for tomorrow night. He knew that Jasmine would not willingly leave their son in the care of strangers, even though they were to be her family after tomorrow. He had arranged for a crib to be installed in the bridal house, as well as anything else he might require the two days they were to stay there.
He hoped that come
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