Page 168 of The Baby Twist
“Knock it off.” I pointed at her. “We’re starting over. In fact, she’s coming in today to see my new office. Call the florist and have a dozen, no, make it two dozen red roses sent to the penthouse. I want the card to say: I love you. Love forever, Miles.”
Isla stood there, furrowing her brows.
“What?” I asked, picking up the picture of my baby and staring at it.
“You’ve never had me send flowers to anyone unless they died.”
I shrugged. “No one has ever been worthy. In fact, I want you to set up weekly deliveries. Schedule them for Fridays. Different colors each time.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously.” I cocked my head. “I need you to reschedule my lunch meeting with Poppy Meyers.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m having lunch with my girlfriend today.”
“Ms. Meyers won’t be happy you’re rescheduling,” she said.
“I don’t care. Just do it.”
I was reviewing some proposals when my office door opened. Looking up, I saw my beautiful girlfriend standing there.
“Look at this office.” She smiled.
“Come here.” I held out my arms.
She set her purse down, walked over, and sat on my lap.
“I missed you.” I kissed her lips.
“I missed you too. Thank you for the beautiful roses. I love them.”
“You’re welcome.” I smiled. “So, you like the office?”
“I love it.” She stood up and walked around. “Great colors and furniture. Very CEO-like. I’m going to take a wild guess and say that your mother hated the color gray.”
“How did you know?” I narrowed my eyes at her.
“Just a hunch.” She smirked. “The baby and I are starving.” She placed her hand on her belly.
“Well, let’s go take care of that right now.” I grabbed my phone and placed it in my pocket.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Stella
“Are we finding out the gender today?” Dr. Gregario asked as he moved the wand over my belly.
“We sure are,” Miles said. “Wow. I can’t believe how much the baby has grown in a month.” He gripped my hand.
“Oh, look at that. I have a perfect view. Tell me what you see,” Dr. Gregario said.
I studied the monitor and looked at Miles, who sat there with a wide grin on his face.
“That’s my boy,” he said.
“You are correct, Miles. Congratulations, you two. You’re having a boy.”
