Page 34 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“You mean that she hasn’t killed you or robbed you blind? Yeah, I suppose it has.”

“She’s not the type for that,” I reply flippantly, though to be honest I never even considered the possibility.

“You’re lucky she’s not. But you really had no idea when you got into this thing. And for that matter she didn’t know a damn thing about you when she got into it.”

“Look, things have worked out, okay? It’s a little too late to be worried about all the what-ifs now, don’t you think?”

“I suppose,” he agrees but still shakes his head. “But I can’t really imagine you as a father.”

Neither can I, if I’m being honest. This whole thing is moving fast. But I’m actually enjoying it a lot more than I might have thought. Having Emma around. If only we could have the rest of the fun along with it …

Chapter Sixteen ~ Emma

“We’ve been invited to dinner with my parents,” Chris says, walking into the room.

I glance up from my book, startled. “Oh … um … when?”

“Thursday. They know that’s not as busy of a day for me at the club. And you’re off on Thursdays.” I am, which is unfortunate because if I wasn’t I would have an excuse not to go. Though, being the boss, Chris would probably just tell me I have the day off.

Still, I probably should go see his parents. That way they can find out about me and the baby. “Is there anything I should know?”

“You don’t need to answer anything you don’t want to,” he replies firmly and I’m grateful for that. Though I’m not sure exactly how he plans to get me out of answering any questions that I don’t want to answer.

“Are they going to ask a lot of questions?”

“They’ll probably want to know things about you. But they won’t want to scare you off.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’re going to be the first girl I’ve ever brought home for dinner.”

He says that in a nonchalant way but it’s vibrating through my brain and making me feel protected. Cared for. Special. Like … well … I don’t really know what. But it’s a big deal.

Of course, part of me says that I’m the mother of his child (or soon to be) and he’s going to have to take me home to his parents sometime. But I shove aside those thoughts and try to focus on the positive. Everything that feels so good about this moment.

“What should I wear?”

“Casual clothes,” he replies, but I’m not entirely sure that his idea of casual and mine are the same thing. So when Thursday rolls around I slip on a cute dress that still fits well and doesn’t show any of the extra bloating that I seem to have nowadays.

I look in the mirror with a sigh and once again wonder if that’s the reason Chris has been so distant. Not completely distant. Not really. We’ve been having some great conversations and spending time together but he hasn’t been interested in sex … still. And it’s been ages.

“Here, I got you this.” As I walk out with my flats and a shawl to wear over the dress (just in case it’s a little chilly in the house), he hands me a box with yet another piece of jewelry.

I open the beautiful box to take a closer look. The thin chain has just a single charm on it. A heart. And once again I try to convince myself that it means absolutely nothing. It’s just a charm. It doesn’t mean he actually cares about me.

Of course, the fact that he’s wearing dress pants and a shirt that’s not quite a polo but definitely not a t-shirt says that his family is likely not the jeans and t-shirt type. Which is what he and I would wear on a normal day …

By the time we actually arrive at his parents’ house I’m more worked up. Because until now I haven’t given myself a chance to think about it. Instead, I’ve just been focusing on the day-to-day. But now … now I have to think about the fact that I’m going to visit the very wealthy parents of my baby daddy? I don’t even know what to call him and it suddenly occurs to me that I know nothing about the front we’re going to try to put on.

“What am I to you?” I ask and he turns to me, confusion etched on his face. And perhaps a little concern.

“What do you mean?”

“Well … I mean … we can hardly say I’m your employee. And … I don’t know … your baby mama sounds a little … sketchy.”

He grins at that and shakes his head. “I don’t think introducing you as either of those will go over well with my family. We’ll introduce you as my girlfriend and then tell them about the baby as well.”

Girlfriend.

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