Page 60 of Billionaire Temptations

“You know where it’s at.”

He walked into the room and flipped the light on the wall. “Pink? Does that mean we’re going to have a little girl?”

“Yep. I’d be really concerned if it were a boy, and I painted the nursery pink.”

He let out a light chuckle. “A daughter. I can’t believe I’m going to have a daughter. I like how you painted these two walls gray. Did you do this all by yourself?”

“Yeah. The furniture is coming next week, and I’ve already bought some things for the walls, and I still have to hang the curtains.”

“When are you due?” He looked over at me.

“Eight weeks.”

“I’m sorry I have to ask this, but how did this happen?”

“Really, Max?”

“I don’t mean it like that. You were on the pill.”

“I know, and there were days when I forgot, but I always doubled up the next day or two. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m not mad. I’m a little scared but not mad.”

I walked to my room, took the ultrasound picture from my dresser, and handed it to Max.

“Meet your daughter. You can keep that. I have another one.”

He stared at her with such intensity, and I could see the water creep up in his eyes.

“She’s beautiful, Emma.”

I felt a kick and flinched, placing my hand on my belly.

“What’s wrong?” Max asked in a startled voice.

“She kicked. She likes to do that.”

“May I?” He held out his hand.

I nodded.

He placed the palm of his hand on my belly and held it there. His touch, which I had longed for and my body craved, sent my body into overdrive. She kicked again, and Max felt it. A smile crossed his lips as he looked into my eyes.

“Oh my God. That is incredible.”

I brought my hand and placed it on his.

“Emma,” he whispered. “I?—”

I pulled back. “Don’t, Max. I don’t think I can do this. You need to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave you again. You have no idea how much I’ve missed you.”

I turned away because I couldn’t look in his eyes anymore. The sadness was overwhelming, and I was confused.

“No, I don’t, and I don’t want to know. These past five months have been unbearable, but every day that you weren’there, I grew stronger, not only for me but for the baby. You just can’t walk back into my life and expect things to be the same. You hurt me on such a level that I don’t know if I could ever trust you again. The only thing we share is a child.”

“Were you ever going to tell me about her?”

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