Page 365 of Billionaire Temptations

Anna

I was thirty-seven weeks pregnant and more than ready to have this kid. Everything was set, and now we needed her to come into the world. Franco threw us the most amazing and elegant baby shower about a month ago. Wes and I were blown away at the generosity of our family and friends.

As I was climbing out of bed, I stopped and placed my hand on my belly.

“Are you okay, Anna?” Wes asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.

“Yeah. Just those damn Braxton Hicks. I’m fine.”

“Maybe you should stay home and rest.”

“I’m fine, Wes. I have work to do at the shop.”

“Maybe you should stop working now until after the baby is born.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have said such a silly thing.” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Right. Go to work, Anna. Just don’t work too hard.” He walked over and kissed my head.

“Thank you, and I won’t.”

As I was putting my makeup on in the bathroom, Wes walked up behind me and planted his hands on my belly.

“I have to go.” He softly kissed my neck.

“Have a good day.” I reached back and placed my hand behind his head.

He turned me around, bent down, and kissed our baby goodbye.

“Now, don’t give your mommy any trouble today. I can tell she’s tired because you were kicking her all night.”

“I swear this kid is going to be a kickboxer or something. She’s strong.”

“She’s like her mom.” He smiled as he stood up and kissed me goodbye.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Anna

I waddled into the shop, and I first took a chocolate cupcake and ate it.

“Breakfast?” Francine smiled.

“Actually, I had oatmeal before I came in. So I’m considering this a mid-morning snack.”

I went into my office to look over some reports. The shop was doing phenomenally well, and we made a big profit in our first year. I knew this business would do well, and now Wes regretted not investing himself. I finished up what I had to do and decided to see if they needed any help up front. I was standing behind the counter when the door opened. I looked up, and my eyes met with the same eyes staring back at me. I froze, and my heart started racing.

“Anna?” The woman spoke softly as she placed her hand over her mouth.

If I ran, I’d look like an idiot. Plus, I was thirty-seven weeks pregnant. Running wasn’t possible.

“Carla,” I spoke.

She was with a man I presumed was her husband. Panic started to soar through me, but I remembered my breathing and quickly tried to calm myself down. Her husband grasped her shoulders when he heard my name. God, what I wouldn’t give for Wes to be here.

“How are you?” she cautiously asked as she approached the counter.

“I’m great. I’m pregnant.” I placed my hands on my belly.

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