Page 102 of The Billionaire

“What if it’s a boy?” This warmed my heart. It was so strange. So strange but I felt such excitement. Joy. My heart was filled with joy, I felt this connection with him. Of course I did! But being in his arms, he made me feel safe. Right. I would have to let go now. I had to.

“Well, you have no choice now. You have to live with me.”

“I don’t even know where you live.”

“Lots of places. Let’s have a babymoon.”

I pulled away from him his whole face could light up time square in new york city from joy.

“Look…this is all…”

“Happening fast, I know.”

“But I still want to finish medical school.”

“But look at you. You’re pregnant! You worry yourself sick naturally. How can you handle medical school and being pregnant? Not to mention, now that I realize the reason for your moment to the ladies room… it seems you have morning sickness.”

“That goes away in the second trimester.”

“Oh...Kenzie…come here, you. Listen to me. Let me take care of you. Let me give you a baby moon. That’s my child you’re carrying.”

I wanted to say, how do you know. But I knew 100% it was his. Is his. I hadn’t been with anyone else.

“Just because…just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean that I’m handicap. I’m perfectly able to—”

An awful wave of nausea rose again. Oh no. I held up a finger and ran back to the ladies room. I was on my knees wiping my mouth when I felt his warm familiar touch on the small of my back. His hand was under my blue jean shirt, caressing me gently.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to be in here.” I said between moments of release.

“Baby, I don’t give a hell. You’re pregnant with our child.”

“Awwww…did you hear him? That’s so sweet!” Two women whispered together outside our stall. I couldn’t care though about anything or anyone. I felt miserable.

“I feel sooooo sick. I can’t eat anything.” I confessed. “I can’t keep anything down. Everything makes me sick.” I sobbed into the toilet, feeling hopeless. Feeling God awful sick. His touch was warming and comforting and I knew what it meant. I needed him. I needed him desperately so. I finally slid from the toilet, my back against the stall. I didn’t care about the germs. I didn’t want to move.

“I feel awful….” The tears poured down as I fought more waves. “When will it ever stop?”

“Baby, I’m sorry. It’s clear someone’s gonna have to just take care of you now, huh? Come on. Let me take you home.”

With a Sprite to go in my hand, I naturally started to turn back towards my car. “Nah uh, I’ll have someone come back for your car.

“But…”

The look said it all. He’s the boss.

“I honestly feel sooooo sick. Like I have food poisoning or something. It’s awful.”

“I’m sorry…but then again I’m not.” His hand was on my thigh.

“Hey!....”

He started the engine and we zoomed through traffic. “Just being honest. I can’t help but to feel that this is the best day of my life!”

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