Page 48 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“She says she feels great. But she always says that,” Mom replies and I shake my head.

“Well, I’ll go in and check on her. I brought her something.” I hold up the bag in my hand and it must be a testament to how tired Mom is that she doesn’t say anything about it.

Instead, I’m able to come into the house and make it to Leann’s room without her usual concerns about where it’s all coming from and what they’re going to do with it.

“Hey there,” I say as I walk through the door and it’s obvious right away that Leann is feeling a bit better.

For one thing, she’s actually sitting up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard. For another, she’s combed her hair and she’s got lip gloss on. Her signature ‘I’m ready’ look.

“Hey, you’re back.”

“I brought you something.”

“Is it loaded fries and a strawberry shake from the Shake Palace?” she asks and I glance over to Mom, confused.

“Um … no. But I wasn’t told that’s what you wanted.”

“She needs to get her strength up. And that means eating healthier foods,” Mom insists and Leann rolls her eyes.

These conversations are relatively common as well, with both of them complaining about eating habits.

“So … what I brought you is …” I pull out a robe and she practically squeals in delight. She loved the cashmere sweater the last time so I thought she might like this.

It was cashmere too and had been hanging in the bathroom since I arrived. A pink color with plenty of plushy softness and Leann snatches it right away, pulling it to her face.

“This is amazing. I love it!”

“Just where is all this money coming from, Emma?” Mom asks as Leann immediately sits up and starts slipping on the robe.

“It’s all from a good place, Mom. Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t like it. We’re struggling along for how long and all of a sudden you have all this money?”

“Mom, I promise, I’m not doing anything wrong.”

She gives me a stern look but I’ve never been able to lie to my mother and she knows it. So when I can easily meet her gaze, she knows that I must be telling the truth. “Fine. But I want to know what is really going on.”

“Soon,” I tell her, because I’m sure that I won’t be able to keep all of this a secret from everyone for long. Eventually I’m going to start actually showing and I’ll have to tell them about the baby. And that means I’ll also have to tell them about Chris. And all of that is giving me a headache again so I turn back to Leann who is still luxuriating in the soft material.

“This is perfect.”

“Better than Shake Palace?” I tease and she pauses a moment, rubbing the side of her face with the inside of the robe.

“Maybe,” she acknowledges and we all laugh.

“How about I make some waffles?”

“If you’re going to use the whole wheat batter can you at least bring the good syrup?” Leann asks and with a small smile and a nod from Mom, I agree.

I’m in agreement with Leann overall. The whole wheat waffles definitely wouldn’t be my pick either. But they’re better for her and if they’re better for Leann then we all do it. It’s been that way ever since she was diagnosed.

Of course, with the amount of syrup that Leann and I heap onto our waffles I’m not sure any of the health benefits remain, but Mom doesn’t say anything. She’s just happy that Leann is eating normally today. And that she seems to be in her normal state of mind.

By the time I leave, I’m definitely feeling better.

Everything seems to be going well.

But of course, it’s not just going to go away. Chris is still going to want to know about everything and I still don’t know what to say.

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