Page 29 of Billionaire's Frenemy

Both his jaw and the fingers on the wheel were clenched, his blanched features even whiter at the edges. He swallowed hard. “We’ll get there. We’re almost there. You’ll be okay. I promise you’ll be okay.”

It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Where the hell was my picture-perfect, earth mother birth moment? I’d done all the stupid classes, damn it.

“Jameson, I love you,” I whispered. My vision grayed, and I moaned. My arm curled around my belly. I just wanted my baby here and for both of us to be in Jameson’s arms.

“I love you, too. Hang on, baby. Please.”

* * * *

I smiled into the pillow as I heard the little cry of my angry baby. He was hungry. I guessed so, anyway. What did I know? I hadn’t had much cognizance the past few hours. I’d been swept away from Jameson almost as soon as we’d gotten to the ER. They’d let him come into the OR for the emergency C-section. Then our son was here, healthy, squalling, perfect. I’d cried. Jameson had sobbed, big baby. It was absolutely beautiful.

“Jameson,” I murmured.

“We’re both right here, me and Jamie junior, princess.”

“I didn’t agree to name him that.”

“Are you sure about that? You said a lot of things while you were under those powerful drugs.”

“Anything I said while impaired doesn’t count.” I held out my hands for the swaddled bundle he held. “Gimme the baby.”

“Nothing counts?” he asked as he settled the weight in my arms.

“Depends.” I stared into my son’s baby-blue eyes. I drew my finger along his soft cheek. We’d made this perfect little human.

“You said you love me.”

“You already knew that.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed the top of my head and settled onto the bed beside me. One arm went around my shoulders while the other fiddled with my hand. “And you said you thought we should get married right away.”

“In the car—”

“In the ER.”

I maybe vaguely remembered that.

“The family’s on the way here.”

“Good, they’ll want to see little Frank.”

“Frank?”

“I can’t call youbothJameson.”

His hand cupped the back of my head, and he brushed his lips over mine. “I love you, devil woman.”

“I love you, too.” I sighed. “I guess…for forever.”

“Oh, well, that’s lucky for me, since I suppose it’ll be that long for me, too. So about getting married…”

“Okay.”

“Yes?”

“I thought you weren’t going to ask me,” I teased, my heart so full right now. This man, our baby. The world couldn’t be much better.

“I’m not. I’m just checking in with you.”

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