Her Asian Billionaire: A BWAM Pregnancy Love Story (11 page)

He had
told her she did the same for him.

She had
wanted to make the changes immediately, that was how excited she was
but John had protested that it was going to be too much work for her
but Rosa had reminded him that she had him, Hayley and her mother for
the bulk of the work. She had gotten bigger and it was only five
months but she was determined not to let her belly get in the way of
what she had to do.

She had
found a dress with the help of Hayley in a cute little boutique after
they had been driving around in the freezing temperature for a while.
It had an empire waist and flowed delicately to her knees. It was
cream and cupped her ample bosom lovingly leaving her shoulders and
back bare. The dress was designed to hide the little baby bump and it
swirled around her body each time she moved.

“It’s
lovely,” Hayley breathed, staring at her friend as they
examined the dress on her in the mirror.

“I
love it,” Rosa agreed, touching the fabric gently. She did not
like to shop but this had been worth all the trouble. She had chosen
matching cream shoes with a tiny heel and was going to intertwine
rosebuds in her hair.

*****

The
ceremony was simple and was finished in less than an hour. The snow
had fallen the night before creating a white backdrop that was
breathtaking. A watery sun had made its way through the scattering
clouds and the pale light sparkled on the piles of snow, making it
dazzling to the eyes.

Rosa had
spent the night at her mother’s place and had gotten dressed
with Hayley from there. John had called her during the night and they
had spoken until the wee hours of the morning. He had complained that
he had gotten so used to her sleeping beside him that he could not
fall asleep without her beside him. She had teased him and told him
that he was going to get tired of her soon. “Never,” he
had told her vehemently.

The
crowd was small and even though he knew his parents would not show
up, John had held onto the hope that maybe his mother would be there
at the very least. He had sent them an invitation but had not heard
anything from them. He was too happy to allow them not being there
spoil what he considered to be one of the best days of his life.

His
breath caught in his throat as he saw his bride make her way up the
aisle on the arms of Alfonso the chef. She was stunningly beautiful
and she had taken off the heavy winter jacket she had worn outside to
reveal the dress that made her look like a delicate porcelain doll.
Her hair was caught up on top of her head and twisted in a knot with
small rosebuds intertwined and her make-up was minimal. She was
everything he had ever dreamed of and more and he could not believe
it.

He met
her halfway and took her hand in his, raising it to his lips; his
eyes on hers. "I love you," he whispered.

*****

"How
are you Mrs. Yang?" he asked her gently. They were having their
first dance as husband and wife and he held her close as the music
played.

"Very
happy Mr. Yang," she smiled up at him, her arms going around his
neck.

She
rested her head against his chest and closed her eyes, she was home
and she had never been happier.

"I
wanted us to go on a honeymoon," he told her; looking down at
her with a tender expression on his handsome face. He wanted to give
her the world and more but she had told him practically that they did
not have the time and they needed all the money they had. "I am
still going to." He promised her, bending his head to take her
mouth in a deep kiss.

*****

The
reception was a success. They had announced the opening as a wedding
reception for the new owners and it had drawn quite a bit of crowd.
John had taken her home to slip out of her wedding dress and put on a
dark blue wool pants suit. She had left her hair the way it was and
had bundled up in a brand new cashmere coat he had bought for her.

She had
done some slight changes to the décor, replacing the vinyl
seating with soft cushion seats and had repainted the interior. There
were fresh flowers everywhere and a flat screen television on one of
the walls. For the opening, Alfonso had gone all out with the help of
her mother and had put fried chicken, beautifully made cucumber and
tomato sandwiches, roast beef and a vegetable and fruit platter.
There was wine for those who needed it but Rosa had to contend with
drinking orange juice from a flute.

It went
very well and she decided they would not come in tomorrow; being
Monday they would take the time off and spend the day together.

Rosa
accepted the congratulations graciously as she made her way around
the room. Her husband was at the far corner talking to some
acquaintances but she could feel his gaze on her every now and then.

“You
done well baby girl,” her mother came up beside her and linked
her arm through hers. “I am so proud of you.”

“Thanks
mama,” she told her mother huskily, “I am so happy.”

*****

They
reached home at a quarter past twelve and Rosa realized that although
she was tired, she had never been so happy in her entire life.

“You
are not getting out of bed tomorrow,” John told her firmly as
he helped her get out of her dress. He had been watching her all
night and had wanted to tell her she needed to relax but he was
beginning to know his wife and knew when it came to the restaurant
she would not listen. He knew she was tired and he wanted her to
rest. It would kill him if something happened to her or the baby.

“Okay,”
she told him drowsily, smiling up at him as he rubbed some cream on
her feet. “You are the best husband a woman could ever hope
for,” she added softly.

“I
have the best wife,” he told her gently, climbing in bed beside
her and pulling her against him. “Go to sleep, my love,”
he whispered against her ear.

He
stroked her back until he felt her breathing leveled out. He loved
the feel of her against him and even though the heat had rushed
straight to his penis the minute he had started undressing her he had
quelled the feeling of desire. He had been feeling that way since he
saw her in that stunning wedding dress and continued all the way for
the entire ceremony. He was married to her. He could not believe it
was possible for him to love someone as much as the way he loved her
and he felt a little fluttering of his heart to think that she held
his heart in her hands. He lifted his head slightly, careful not to
wake her and stare at her profile in the dim light coming through the
window. He touched the softness of her cheek in wonder; her skin was
so beautiful and flawless.

With a
contented sigh, he kissed her on the cheek gently and settled back,
pulling her closer against him. It was a long time before he drifted
off to sleep.

*****

Rosa
woke up before him and realized she had a headache. Her throat felt
funny and to her dismay she felt the weakness of her limbs.

She did
not get sick, she thought feverishly as she slowly tried to ease out
of John’s arms, but as soon as she raised her head, it felt
dizzy. He woke up immediately. “Baby what’s wrong?”
he asked her, instantly alert.

Rosa
sighed in resignation. “I think I am sick,” she said
hoarsely. He placed the back of his hand against her forehead. It was
burning up.

“You
have a fever,” he said, gently moving his arms away from her.
“I am going to get you some water, don’t move,” he
ordered.

“Where
would I go?”She croaked.

He was
back in a few seconds with a glass of water and a small towel and a
bowl. She drank the water down thirstily and gave him back the glass.
He had piled some pillows behind her head and sitting on the edge, he
wet the towel and started sluicing down her face and her body trying
to bring down the fever. “I can’t give you anything
because of the baby,” he told her, his face anxious. “I
am going to make you some soup.”

“I
love you,” she whispered, holding his hand as he wiped the
cloth gently down her chest.

“I
love you too,” he bent and kissed her lightly on the lips.

He went
out shortly after and came back with some chicken soup which he fed
her patiently, wiping her chin when some dribbled onto it. His
tenderness and patience brought tears to her eyes and she wondered
how she had gotten to be so blessed to have him in her life.

She
finished off the soup and he sluiced her down again, changing her
nightgown for a fresh one and pulling the comforter around her as she
fell asleep.

He
quietly left the room and went to get himself something to eat,
coming back into the room to make sure she was all right.

She
slept for three hours straight and when she woke up it was to find
him in a chair at the side of the bed, reading newsprint in Chinese.
His head lifted as he heard her stirred and he came over immediately,
checking her temperature with his hand. “The fever is gone,”
he said with immense relief. “How do you feel?”

“I
feel great, thanks to my husband,” she told him with a grin.

“I
love when you say that,” he told her huskily, reaching down to
take her lips with his. She put her arms around his neck and with a
ragged groan he deepened the kiss, his mouth moving over hers
hungrily. He broke it off abruptly, backing away from the bed. “I
would be the lowest eel if I made love to you right now as much as I
am dying to.”

“I
wouldn’t mind,” she told him cheekily.

“I
would,” he told her firmly; hurrying out of the room with her
laughter following him all the way to the kitchen.

He made
them dinner. Some of the fried chicken they had brought home from the
restaurant and stir fried rice and potato salad. He placed a table in
front of the fireplace in the living room and they ate there.

“I
buried myself in work because I wanted to fill the void that was
inside me.” Rosa started as he came back to the table after
cleaning up the table. He refused to allow her to do anything and
this time she was not going to override him on that. “The
relationships I had been in was disappointing and I am not blaming
the guys because I think I had something to do with it as well. I was
so determined to make something of myself that I did not have time to
build a relationship and when it did not work out I told myself that
I had tried and left it at that. For the first time in my life, I
don’t care that much about my ambition and it’s because
of you, I love you and I never thought it possible to love someone so
much. It’s kinda scary,” she admitted with a slight
laugh. “But it’s a good scary.”

He had
removed the table and they were stretched out on the soft rug in
front of the fire and she was propped up against him as he held her
close. “I dated a lot of women,” he told her
contemplatively. “Because I wanted to defy tradition and my
parents and because I told myself I wanted no part of an arranged
marriage. I wanted something, more than what I see my parents had. I
told myself that there had to be more and I was right,” he
rested his head on top of hers. “When I met you I knew that I
had found that something special I had been searching for and instead
of wanting the lifestyle I grew up with I knew I wanted only you.”

She
turned her head to look up at him. “You don’t miss having
all that money at your disposal?” she asked him curiously, his
words touching her very core.

“I
was always conscious that it was my parent’ money and it was
never mine,” he admitted, kissing her forehead tenderly. “I
enjoyed the benefit of it for a long time but I always wanted to do
something for myself. So my darling wife, no I don’t miss it. I
have everything I will ever need right here.”

Rosa
felt the tears blur her eyes and she blinked them back. “So do
I, “she told him huskily, settling back against him, his arms
tightening around her waist. “When I first saw you I thought to
myself that this guy was way too handsome to be interested in a
relationship, and what was more, Hayley told me you were a
billionaire and used to dating all those wealthy debutantes.”

“Is
that so?” he said in amusement. “I saw you across the
room and you bowled me over with your beauty and I knew that was it
for me.”

She
sighed with happiness and closed her hands over his around her waist.
She told him about her dad and how they'd had to go without a lot of
things but she had not minded because the home was a very happy one.
“He used to sing to me at nights, “she reminisced.

“This
will be a very happy home as well my darling,” John promised
her huskily, lifting her face to kiss her lips tenderly.

The
restaurant was up and running and it was as if the owners had not
changed. They had changed the name to ‘
Chicken and Chinese
Delight’
, a combination of his culture and hers and it was
working. He was true to his word because he was there every day with
her; sharing the responsibilities. Rosa had thought it would be weird
with him there but she was actually glad he was, because with his
input they were making great strides. Mondays and Fridays were
‘Chinese' days and only Chinese dishes were served. He had
gotten all his friends and acquaintances to come to the restaurant in
support of that and it had actually been a great success. He helped
in the kitchen those days but they had also hired a Chinese chef who
Alfonso had first resented but now they were adjusting to each other.

The
office had been expanded to accommodate both of them and he had
placed a bigger desk inside the room where they both worked together,
although he handled most of the paperwork; which gave her time to
supervise the running of the place.

She was
already seven months pregnant and had to slow things down a bit
because she had been feeling really tired lately.