Page 253 of The Baby Twist
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I inconveniencing you? You know what, Charlie? Just forget it. You don’t have to go. I’ll tell my mom something came up, and I can’t make it.”
He stood there momentarily, narrowing his eyes at me with a smirk on his lips.
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re trying to start an argument so you can blame me and use me as an excuse to cancel. I wasn’t sighing at you. I sighed because of an email from a client with a problem.” He held up his phone.
“No,” I pointed at him, “you were sighing at me.”
He let out a chuckle, walked over, and gripped my hips. “No, I wasn’t. But if you want to believe it in that crazy little head of yours, go ahead. I have to go.” His lips pressed against my forehead, and my brows furrowed.
“Why did you just do that?” I asked.
“I’m not sure.” He smiled, grabbed his briefcase, and stepped into the elevator.
“Don’t do it again!” I shouted.
“He kissedmy forehead this morning before he left for work,” I told Olivia as we walked down the street to the bookstore.
“Ah, that sexy McBillionaire. You loved it. Admit it.” She shoulder-bumped me.
“I did not.”
“You did, you liar.”
“Okay, I did.” We stepped into the bookstore and headed to the pregnancy section.
“I know the man likes you. What’s not to like? You’re beautiful, fun, smart, and pregnant with his babies. And we know you like him too. Perhaps you’re falling in love with him.” She pulled a book from the shelf.
“Stop your craziness. I am not falling in love with him. He’s the father of my kids, and that’s it.”
“With whom you’re regularly having sex with.”
“So? We sleep in the same bed. Of course, things are going to happen. It’s human nature. It means nothing.”
“Whatever you say, my hormonal little minx.”
I pulled a book from the shelf titled Holy Shit I’m Having Twins and thumbed through it.
“Here. This is for Daddy McBillionaire.” Olivia handed me a book titled Dad’s Guide to Having Twins.
“There is no way Charlie Stone will read this book. He doesn’t even want his children.”
“Just buy it. You never know. Maybe he’ll surprise you,” she said.
Grabbing a few more pregnancy books from the shelf, I took them up to the counter and checked out. The cashier smiled at me as she rang up each book.
“I can’t believe fall is here already,” Olivia said as we left the bookstore. “You’re going to have to go shopping for clothes.” A smirk crossed her lips. “No more baggy dresses for you. Leggings and oversized sweaters for the pregnant mama.”
“Thanks for reminding me.” I rolled my eyes.
When I arrived home, I took the books out of the bag. Setting my stack on my nightstand, I took the book for Charlie and put it on his. Wouldn’t he be surprised when he got home?
I was a nervous wreck as I touched up my makeup and ran a brush through my hair. Telling my mother I was pregnantshould have been exciting, but it wasn’t. I was filled with nothing but dread.
“There you are,” Charlie said. “Let me change my clothes really quick, and we’ll go.”
I followed him out of the bathroom and saw him walk over to his nightstand, pick up the book, and look at it.
