AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories) (176 page)

Chapter 10

              We walked down the stairs of the medical practice together. He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t either.

              Just as I put my hand out to flag a taxi, he offered to give me a ride.

              “I changed my lunch today so I could come to you appointment, so I have a company car with a driver,” he said.

              I thought for a moment, then nodded in acceptance.

              “You can just drop me off at the old place. I could use a nap,” I said, trying to help keep things short and avoid being any more awkward.

              “Are you sure? You and the baby were discussing getting a burger when I first came into the examination room,” he teased.

              I gave a small laugh.

              “Yeah, it’s fine. I can eat at home. There is plenty there and I can be more relaxed. I know where the bathroom is if I have to pee or the baby decides we didn’t really want a burger,” I joked back.

              “Well, I was thinking I might join you for lunch. If you don’t mind. We can order something and have it brought to the house. Send the cook away for the rest of the afternoon,” he said.

              “Absolutely. I mean, that’s fine. If you want,” I stammered.

              “I do,” he said.

              “You do?” I asked.

              “Yes, I do,” he repeated.

              This time he shifted in his seat to face me.

              “May I?” he asked reaching a hand toward my bump.

              “Yes, of course. Please,” I said.

              He put a hand to my tummy and didn’t say anything for a long moment. In fact, we were almost at our destination before he spoke or moved his hand.

              He lifted it and then placed both hands gently and said, “Hello, I’m Chris. Your father.”

              At that moment my stomach began to move and bulge in all different directions. My heart beat just as wildly.

              Once we reached the building Christopher was out of the car quickly. As I shifted to open the door, it opened for me. As the driver helped me out of my seat, I turned to see Chris kneeling down again. He presented the ring I had returned.

              “We don’t share blood, but if you will have me, we will all share a name and a life. I just want to wake up and go to bed with you, and your child is my child is our child. Marry me,” he said.

              I couldn’t speak, but he knew. He put the ring on my finger. He kissed me. He knew.

THE END

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