Page 64 of Damaged Billionaire Daddy
Something that had been knotted up in me seemed to relax. “Are you sorry that we are having a baby now?”
He shook his head and began to gather up our things into the beach bag I had brought along. “Nope. Babies happen when they decide to happen. I’m glad you caught up with me, so I didn’t miss out on this. I love you, and I will love our baby even more than I do now just as soon as he is here.”
“And I love you, Richard,” I replied, struggling to sit up.
He steadied me, the bag slung over one shoulder. As I stood, there was a sort of whoosh, and water began to soak the sand.
“I think it’s time,” I said, feeling embarrassed as fluid filled my sandals.
“Looks like it,” he said. “Caleb’s got the car waiting, and he has called ahead to the birthing center. Our room is confirmed.”
Then he helped me walk up the bank and settle into the car, and Caleb drove the big limo toward our happily ever after future.
* * *
Thank you for reading Damaged Billionaire Daddy please don’t forget to leave me a review it helps me out a lot.
You will thoroughly enjoy the SEAL’s Baby Surprise; A Brother’s Best Friend Age Gap Romance, next in the Protective Billionaires Series featuring the Lane family.
Meet Austin a damaged protective Ex SEAL who is a single dad and a Billionaire you want next door. Despite the his past he looks out for everyone, he meets his Lee a runaway bride washed up on his beach and their story unfolds.. .
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Austin
My name is Austin Ezekiel Moore, and I’m the guy mothers warn their daughters to stay away from.
No, notthatguy. I mean, I’m not going to like... destroy worlds and shred reputations. I’m not a danger to anyone but myself.
Well. Danger being a somewhat relative term, I suppose.
In terms oflike physical danger, yeah, anyone’s daughter is going to be fine with me. Hell, I’ll probably protect them if I can.
However.
Emotionally, I guess there’s some merit to the warning. I’m not exactly a safe bet, in terms of feelings.
I’m not trying to be a jerk. It’s just that I’m not built for relationships. I’m the guy with itchy feet, who doesn’t want to stay anywhere for long.
Even with my daughter (who luckily inherited the itchy foot gene from me) I don’t necessarily have a permanent home. We live in a modified camper van for now, and it’s as good a home as any.
Speaking of the sweetest devil in the world... I hear rustling, a sure sign that my child is emerging. Sure enough, Julia sticks her tousled head out of the van and asks, “Daddy?”
“Hey baby. I’m here,” I call to her.
“Okay,” she says sleepily.
“Let me let Ark out, and then I’ll come for cuddles,” I call to her.
“Okay Daddy,” she says. I hear the van shift, and know she’s gone back to bed for a minute.
I let my dog, Ark-Ark, named for the prolific sound of his voice, out of my van to do his business, and then I step out behind him. I watch as Ark promptly marks all four wheels of the van, before making a deposit in the sand.
“Good boy, Ark,” I say. “That’s my good dog. Oh, yeah, you’re a super-dooper good boy!”
He very much is. Dog ownership is about as consistent as I’m going to get. Well, that was the extent of my consistent tendencies, anyway. Before I got full custody of Julia.
