Page 46 of A Baby For Her Billionaire BFF

As Greg and I hang up, I let out a whoop that echoes in the confines of the car. Years of planning, of schmoozing investors and crunching numbers — it’s all coming together.

Pulling into the parking garage beneath my office building, I’m practically vibrating with energy. The elevator ride to my floor is agonizingly slow, but when the doors finally slide open, I stride into my domain, ready to conquer.

“Morning, Mr. Wolfe,” Sara, one of my assistants, greets me with a stack of messages.

“Morning, Sara. Keep the coffee coming today. We’re celebrating!”

“Will do. Oh, and your dad called.”

I pause; my father’s timing never fails to be inconvenient. “Thanks. I’ll call him back later.”

There’s too much to do right now. Meetings to set, plans to draft. I can’t afford distractions, not even from family.

My office awaits, a panoramic view of the city spread out before me. I settle behind my desk, the leather chair embracing me like a throne. This is where I belong, where every decision shapes the future I envision.

But before I dive into work, there’s something else I need to do. Or, rather, someone that I need to kiss.

Pulling out my phone, I send a quick text to tell Nora I’m here and ask her to come to my office whenever she gets a chance.

The click of the door signals her arrival before I even see her. Looking up from my computer, I grin wide. She stands there for a moment, her figure silhouetted against the frosted glass, indecision written in the way she holds herself — stiff yet uncertain.

“Hey,” I begin, pushing aside the blueprints sprawled across my desk, making space not just on the surface but in my mind for whatever has brought that look to her eyes.

“Oliver, we need to talk.” Her voice is steady, but there’s a tremor there, one that you wouldn’t catch unless you knew her as well as I do.

“Of course.” I get up and come around the desk, reaching my arms out to her. “What’s up? Is everything okay?”

“I hope so. Uh, I need to sit.”

But as she sits, it’s clear this isn’t about any case or contract clause. Nora fidgets, hands twisting in her lap, and suddenly I’m hyper-aware of every detail — the way the sunlight from the window catches in her hair, the faint scent of her perfume, the quick dart of her tongue across her lips before she speaks.

“Oliver, I…” She pauses, takes a deep breath, and when her eyes meet mine, they’re brimming with an emotion I can’t quite decipher.

“Hey,” I say again, softer this time. “Whatever it is, we can handle it.”

I take a seat on the edge of my desk, my gaze pinned on her.

Her exhale is shaky, but when she speaks, her words are clear. “I’m pregnant, Oliver. We’re going to have a baby.”

For a second, everything stops. The noise of the city below, the faint buzz of the office beyond these walls — it all fades into a stunned silence.

A baby. With Nora.

Reality hits me like a freight train, and suddenly, I’m gasping for air.

“Oliver?” Her voice is laced with concern now, and it snaps me back to the moment.

“Wow, that’s… I mean, that’s huge.” My brain scrambles for purchase, thoughts colliding — my dream property secured, the future I’ve meticulously planned. And now, a baby?

How can we possibly handle it all?

“Are you okay?” she asks, leaning forward, searching my face for clues.

I can feel the panic clawing at my throat, the responsibility of raising a child bearing down on me. This wasn’t part of the timeline. Not yet.

“Sorry, I just need a minute to process this.” I stand abruptly, the room tilting slightly as I do. “It’s not that I’m not happy, Nora. It’s just… a lot.”

She nods, but her eyes have dimmed, hurt flickering through them before she masks it with a nod. “I understand. Take the time you need, Oliver. We can talk later.”

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