Page 23 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“Why would you even think about leaving? I told you that staying here was part of the agreement.”

“You just … didn’t seem thrilled about the news when you heard it.”

“I was surprised, Emma, that’s all. I suppose I didn’t expect it to happen quite so quickly. But I never meant for you to think that I wasn’t happy with the news. In fact, I have something for you.”

Chapter Eleven ~ Chris

I feel guilty that she’s so nervous. And that she’s obviously been that nervous for so long now.

The look on her face now is relief and perhaps some confusion as I hand over the box.

“What is it?”

“It’s a gift. Open it.”

She still seems uncertain even as she opens the box, staring down at the present inside. “It’s … wow … it’s beautiful.”

I’m not entirely certain, judging by the look on her face, but she stares down at it for a long time before she finally looks back at me. “I got you that because of your announcement. So don’t think for a moment that I’m not pleased.”

“Good. That’s … that’s good.” There’s definite relief there now.

“We need to make plans going forward. I’m assuming you’ve only just found out, which means that you’re not very far along. But I’ll set you up with Kate Ross. From what I’ve found she’s the best OB/GYN in the state and she’s located nearby.”

“You’ve already chosen an OB/GYN?” She seems startled by that news as well, though I’m not sure why. I’m always well-informed on the different tasks that I undertake. And this is no exception.

“Did you already have someone?” I ask. I want her to see the best. But if she already has someone that she feels comfortable with, I may have to work with her on this one.

“No. I … no, I don’t have anyone. I just … I’m surprised is all. That you’re already so on top of things. I had none of this planned before I told you.”

“I had this planned long before you told me,” I reply flippantly. “I did my research into the best person for the job. I’ll call her and set up the initial appointment. You’ll do the rest, of course, but I’ll ensure everything goes smoothly.”

“You mean to make sure she drops everything and agrees to take me on as a patient,” she replies with a small smile.

“Just in case there is any confusion,” is my response, though I smile as well. Yes, I certainly want to make sure that Dr. Ross agrees to take Emma. And with my backing, there shouldn’t be any problem with that.

The next day I notice that Emma is wearing the necklace I got her and something akin to pride flashes through me. It’s not that I’m unfamiliar with the feeling. But I’m certainly not used to the way that it presents itself this time, the feeling of warmth that washes through me as I think about her pleasure at the gift.

And thinking about her being pregnant certainly makes me a lot happier than I expected it to. I had thought that her getting pregnant would just be the end goal. But now, every time I look at her I think about what it’s going to be like to have a baby with her.

But now that she’s pregnant I’m also not sure what this means for our relationship. We never spelled out what would happen at this point. With the contract, the end goal was a pregnancy. And we’ve achieved that.

Does that mean everything else is done? The sex? Is it even safe for her, being pregnant? It must still be safe, right? Don’t pregnant women still have sex with their partners?

But then, does Emma want to have sex now? It’s not really required with the contract since she’s already pregnant, and the last thing I want is for her to be unhappy with our arrangement.

At the same time, I certainly don’t want her any less now than I ever did before. Which means going to bed alone with a raging hard-on far more often than I would like. Thinking about her and all the times I had her in my bed. The way she would cry out. The way her fingers felt against my bare skin. The way her body felt under my hands, my mouth.

I groan as I can feel my body responding yet again. But I won’t push her on this one. No, I need to just back off a little and decide what happens next. Which also means coming to terms with the fact that there’s a woman living in my home that I can’t have. Or rather, one that I want but I can’t have.

“Are you hungry?”

“Hmm?” I look up, startled at the sudden words and realize Emma is sitting in the chair not far from me, staring at me with a strange expression on her face.

“Are you hungry? I was going to order something in.”

“Whatever you’re getting is fine,” I reply, though I’m only half listening to what she says. A fact she seems to recognize because her eyes narrow slightly as she stares at me.

“All right; is there something wrong?”

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