Page 67 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

I blush slightly at the endearment, but also at the thought of considering his bed my own. Does that mean what I think it does? That he wants me here? Frequently? Whenever I want? Because if that’s the case I would never leave. Not really. I would be here every night.

But that can’t be what he means, can it?

Or maybe it is.

My head is starting to hurt from thinking in circles so I focus instead on the breakfast in front of me, and enjoying every bite. And most likely more than my share, but I don’t care about that. I don’t care about anything but how amazing it feels to be sitting here, having breakfast in bed with the man I love. The father of my child.

“Oh!” I jump, startled as I feel a sudden pressure in my stomach.

“What’s wrong? Are you all right?” Chris’s eyes widen in surprise and concern, quickly setting the tray aside so he can focus all his attention on me.

“I-I’m good,” I reply and suddenly the feeling repeats itself.

My hand moves to my stomach and his gaze does too, concern coloring his features.

“Is something wrong with the baby? What is it?”

“I … I don’t know,” I reply and immediately he jumps up, reaching for his phone.

“I’m calling the doctor.”

“My mom,” I say instead and he looks at me like he doesn’t understand. “Get my mom. Get her first.”

For a moment he doesn’t move and then suddenly he’s scrambling to pull on clothes and rush out the door. Which means I have to struggle out of bed myself and snatch up my dress, tugging it over my head and sinking back onto the bed again to relax as I wait.

Or at least, to try to relax. Because I don’t know how I could ever relax without knowing what’s going on with my baby.

Maybe I should have let him call the doctor first. Maybe waiting for my mother is a bad idea, but when the two of them run into the room and she rushes over to me it feels like everything is okay. Mom is here, and she’ll take care of me. She’ll take care of everything.

“What happened? Chris just said to come quick. Something with the baby.”

“I can feel something. Here.” I touch my hand to the spot again. “It’s like … pressure. Hard. Sudden. And it comes and goes.”

I can see her face ease into relief. A soft smile spreads across her face as she reaches out to touch my stomach where I mentioned. And then there’s the pressure again.

“That’s what you mean?”

“Yes. I … I don’t understand. What is it?”

Chris is standing anxiously by my side and I can tell he’s waiting, confused, as well. But Mom just shakes her head and smiles at us both.

“That’s your baby moving around in there. It’s kicking from the inside. It’s perfectly normal. In fact, it’s a good sign. It means the baby is getting bigger and moving.”

“It’s … it’s kicking?”

“Have you been feeling some little flutters before? Maybe something that felt a little like someone tickling the inside of your stomach?”

I nod at that and she smiles and nods again.

“That’s the baby moving around. It’s all good, Emma, very good. That’s a good sign.”

My hands both move to my stomach now and I stare down at it in surprise and wonder.

“Though it means that you’re much further along than you led me to believe.” There’s a slight censure in her tone and her eyes narrow just slightly as she looks between me and Chris, but then her gaze moves back to my stomach and softens into a smile again. “But the baby is doing well. Now that it’s started kicking, chances are it’s going to keep doing it off and on. You think it’s good now. You might not think so when it happens again in the middle of the night.”

“I’m sorry I worried you,” Chris says, stepping forward with relief evident on his face now as well.

“I’m glad you came and got me. And I’m glad I was able to help you feel more at ease. I want to be here for you, Emma. For anything and everything that you might need.”

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