Page 111 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

She’s stirring her coffee, the soft clink of the spoon against the mug echoing in the air. Her eyes are focused on the swirling cream, but I know she’s thinking about something much deeper.

“About what?” I ask, leaning back in my chair, watching her.

She finally looks up at me.

“Do you ever think about kids, Theo?”

The question hits me like a jolt of electricity. My stomach tightens, and my thoughts scatter.

I wasn’t expecting that.

Kids?

But I look at Grace, and I see it so clearly. I see her as a mother, strong and nurturing, the kind of woman who would make the world feel safe for a child. And I can picture us, a family.

“I don’t know,” I say, my voice low and thoughtful. “I never really thought about it before. But now…” I trail off, unsure of how to finish the thought.

She smiles softly, her lips curling into that knowing, patient smile of hers.

“I know. I don’t want to rush anything. But sometimes, I wonder what it would be like. To have a family, to have kids together.”

The idea is foreign to me. Yet, when I look at Grace, when I think about us, about everything we’ve built, it doesn’t seem so impossible. In fact, it feels right.

“I never thought I could have that kind of life,” I admit. “I didn’t think it was even a possibility for me.”

She squeezes my hand back, her eyes searching mine. “Why?”

“Because of everything,” I say. “The job, the constant moving, the lack of stability. It always felt like I was running from one thing to the next, never really able to settle down.”

“I get that. But maybe... maybe we could build something different. Together.”

“I don’t know what the future holds, Grace,” I say. “But I’d love to have that with you—kids, a family. With you... it doesn’t seem so impossible anymore.”

Her face softens, and she reaches out to touch my cheek, her fingers brushing over the stubble. “Theo, you make everything seem possible.”

“I’d be fine if you wanted to go back to the villa and start trying now,” I tell her as I tug her chair closer to me.

She throws her head back and laughs before giving me a mischievous grin.

“Maybe I should have waited to broach this subject until I wasn’t on my period,” she sighs. “Because I want to try immediately, too.”

“We have all the time in the world to try, baby,” I tell her as I kiss the top of her head.

I’ve been scoutinglocations for a new movie set, looking for the perfect place to capture a pivotal scene. But I don’t tell Grace where we’re going.

I want it to be a surprise, a moment where we can experience something new together.

I pick her up in the late afternoon, the city bustling around us. We drive for about an hour, and then I take a turn down a narrow lane.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“You’ll see,” I say, glancing at her with a smile.

We drive through winding streets, the landscape shifting from urban sprawl to something more picturesque.

The city’s noise fades into the background as we get further away from the heart of London, the streets becoming quieter, more peaceful.

After a while, we arrive at a small village. It’s tucked away in a valley, surrounded by lush green hills. The cottages here are old and charming, with ivy climbing up their stone walls and flowers blooming in every window.

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