Bad Boy of Wall Street: A Bad Boy Billionaire Romance (49 page)

"What? Why?"

I smirked at him. "If Valencia ever does decide to come back, you'll just scold her like the cat, maybe hit her with a spray bottle. That ought to drive her off."

Sanford kept up his frown for a moment, as if he wasn't sure whether this was some sort of trick, but then his expression softened as he looked down at the little kitten, her eyes now closed as she purred under the ministrations of Whiskers' tongue. "Valencia. I guess it does kind of fit her, skinny little thing. Probably going to end up just as spoiled, too."

My mind returned back to other matters. "There's something else, too, that I wanted to talk to you about," I said.

He glanced back up at me. "Oh? What's that?"

"Well, you brought home one new family member..." I paused, unsure if I could get this out, but ordering myself to forge ahead. "But pretty soon, we're going to have another one."

Sanford frowned. "What? What do you mean?"

I didn't answer, but just kept looking at him. Slowly, his eyes tracked from my face down to my belly, where I had one hand pressed in against my stomach. "Really? Are you serious?"

I nodded, feeling tears welling up in my eyes, not sure how he'd respond. Sure, he agreed to marry me, he said he loved me, but what if this wasn't what he wanted? What if he was angry that this happened? What if he told me that he didn't want-

Sanford burst up from the couch, ignoring the meows of protest from both cats at being disturbed, and sank down on his knees in front of me, his hands pulling my waist closer to him. "You're pregnant?" he asked, his voice hoarse.

I nodded, the tears trickling out. "Yes."

For a moment, Sanford's mouth gaped open - and then he pulled me in, nearly crushing me with the strength of his hug. "Oh my god," he whispered down to me. "Elaine, oh my god!"

"Yeah, that's about how I feel," I said, muffled, into his shoulder. "But don't worry - with the wedding plans underway, we should be able to get married before the bump starts to show-"

"Honey, I don't care if you walk down the aisle at seven months pregnant," Sanford interrupted, kissing me over and over between words. "You're pregnant! This is amazing! I'm so happy for us!"

"You're going to be a good father," I told him, and at these words, I couldn't even attempt to hold back the tears any longer.

But Sanford just rocked me, holding me, wrapping me up in the warmth of his strong arms and his steady love. And I kept on weeping, with happiness, amazed at my life, knowing that I could never have hoped for anything as good as this, that I was truly blessed.

The End!

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Melinda Gaines, overworked personal assistant, is cursed with permanently bad luck. Her boss keeps making unreasonable demands, and no guy has seen the inside of her apartment in 
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But when Melinda is sent to a party at the CEO's house, she ends up on a romantic, moonlit balcony with an unnervingly handsome stranger. Melinda is convinced that her run of bad luck is over.

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Samantha Westlake has an unfortunate habit of staying up far too late, reading romance and saucy stories when she really should be sleeping and preparing for work. Samantha currently lives in San Francisco, CA. She draws her inspiration from the wonderful people of the city around her, and can often be found relaxing on the wharf, gazing out in the mornings as the fog burns off the bay.