Page 24 of Billionaire's Frenemy

“And you’re living together now? Are you sure you didn’t get married in Switzerland?” she asked, pointing at me.

“We’re not living together. I just spend mostly every night at his place. And we definitely did not get married, Elopement Jane.”

She rolled her eyes. “But youaregoing to marry him, right?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I’m just not sure.”

“You’re just not sure you love him?” Emerson asked. “Or that you want to spend your life with him? What his feelings are for you?” She waved her hands in little circles, as if she were weighing things. “I’m not understanding the hang up here.”

“I love him.”

“But you are going to at least move in with him, right?” Penny asked. “It’ll be hard splitting time between places, for you guys and the baby.”

“That’s my other news, I guess. We bought a little place.” Okay, it was little compared to all the homes Jameson had dragged me to. This one had seven bedrooms and nine and a half baths. And if I never wanted to leave the property again, I didn’t have to with all the extras included. Frankly, it was overwhelming, but since I’d talked him down from the ten and twelve bedroom places, I was sucking it up.

Of course, it had included a hell of a fight which had resulted in us going to our separate homes in a fit of anger. Sort of. About two in the morning, Jamie had slipped into bed with me and proceeded to fuck the hell out of me. I hadn’t even realized how much I’d missed some rough, sweaty, no-holds-barred sex. Not that I didn’t crave the tender stuff he’d been plying me with. Still, I’d slept better that night than I had in weeks, maybe months.

And now, we were getting the smaller mansion that frankly reminded me of a mini-castle with its theater-style media center, library, family room, soaring spiral staircases, pool, spa…

Again…overwhelming. I’d need a freaking map to find the main bedroom. Even more surreal, we were interviewing staff later today. Thank God, because I wasn’t cleaning that place.

“We’re moving in next week,” I told them. We chatted about other things after that, the brunch topics turning to Emerson and Laura’s homes, the school where Penny taught and how things were coming as they neared the end of the school year, then baby showers. Or specifically, a baby shower for me.

“Do you know what you’re having?” Penny asked.

My hand splayed over my little bump. “A baby.”

“Ha-ha,” she replied.

“No, really, we find out on Monday, hopefully. We’re scheduled for the twenty-week sonogram.”

“I can’t believe you’re having a baby first,” Emerson laughed, her hand going to her own stomach. “I mean, we always guessed you’d end up with Jameson, no question there, but I thought it would be a while yet.”

My gaze followed her gesture. “Em, you have something you want to share with the rest of the class?”

“Not supposed to talk about it for a couple weeks still.”

“Emerson!” we all yelled. And all the talk turned totwobaby showers.

* * * *

“Ready to see your little one again?” Dr. Bob asked. My physician didn’t question Jamie being here since the files had been updated to reflect Jamie as the father. Jameson still wasn’t thrilled by the gender of my doctor, but I’d told him to get over it. That had been some pretty spectacular sex, too. I was finding that bickering brought out some wildness between us that wouldn’t be tamed by our forced “niceness.” It felt so much more…normal. For us anyway.

Our kids would be so screwed up, but by God, they’d know that Mommy and Daddy loved the hell out of each other and them.

“Yes,” Jamie said, his fingers locked with mine, tension on his face like it hadn’t been last time. Happy, excited tension. A little jolt went off in my middle at his expression, and I bit my lip as corresponding happiness shot through me.

His eyes met mine as the doctor adjusted the monitor.

“I love you,” I mouthed.

In this darkened room, Jamie practically bounced as he squeezed my fingers, pure elation vibrating from him. I felt it. Family… The two of us meant to be together in a way that my parents never should have been. Jamie was my person.

“I love you,” he mouthed back.

I almost whisperedMarry Me, but the Dr. Bob saved me from it by squirting cold gel on my exposed belly. Gah! Had I almost proposed? What was wrong with me? Then thethwump-thwump-thwumpfilled the room and all my attention was centered on the screen and Jamie’s hand clenched on mine.

The doctor took some measurements makingMm-hmmsounds as he clicked away. “Okay, are we ready to know what we’re having?”

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