Page 28 of Billionaire's Frenemy

“No, I just thought we should do a fucking dry run. What do you think?” I growled as the pain edged up again. Already.

“Doesn’t look very dry,” he commented, recovering enough to taunt me as he came toward me then swung me carefully into his strong arms.

“You’re going to get all wet,” I muttered, burying my face in his neck. Being cuddled close to him made me forget I was ready to plot his murder for thevery wetcomment. At the moment, he was the most comforting thing in my life. My hands clenched into his shirt as he walked, my mouth pressed to his shoulder.

“Doesn’t matter. You okay?” he asked. He grabbed a throw off the couch and wrapped it around me, moving the whole time.

“It hurts,” I whined.

“We’ll get you drugs as soon as we can,” he said gently.

“Okay,” I agreed as he placed me in the BMW crossover he’d gotten last month and fastened me in. He’d claimed it was the closest he was ever getting to a minivan, and we needed a bigger vehicle. “We need a bag or something,” I exclaimed when he slid behind the steering wheel.

“It’s already in the back.”

“You packed my bag?”

“Well, you weren’t doing it. You’re supposed to have it prepared by the eighth month.”

“Don’t judge me.”

“Of course, I’m not judging you. You’re my warrior woman.”

“Don’t feel like it right now. You’re handling this really well,” I observed. Aside from the near panic when he first answered my screams. His calm was almost…annoying. Still, I homed in on it, my touchpoint outside my body. “I thought you were going to pass out back there.”

“I don’t want to live in the pool house. I’d miss my game room.”

“Jerk,” I laughed. Weakly, but it was a laugh. I winced at the movement of it in my torso.

“There’s my girl. I’ve got your phone list, favorite nightgown, some leggings and tops in your bag. I packed the outfit you wanted and baby essentials in the diaper bag for Jamie Junior.”

I rolled my eyes. “We didnotagree on that name.”

“You know you want it.” Probably…but I wasn’t ready to say yes or no. I wanted to see our baby before we decided. Maybe, he wouldn’t look like a Jameson. Maybe, he’d look like a Frank. Nah…I doubted any kid of mine would look like a Frank.

“Why did I agree to let you be the father?” I asked, watching the landscape speed past. Jameson was driving way over the speedlimit. We were heading to the local one, in Sleepy Hollow, and not the one in NYC since we no longer lived in the city.

He laughed, and I wanted to smack him. “Sorry, princess. It was my Olympian sperm that made that decision. We picked you.”

“Hmm.” I rolled my head toward him. “And why have you never proposed to me? Your sperm didn’t make that decision.”

I yelped as the vehicle suddenly swerved.

“Fuck, Wills!” he swore, righting the crossover.

Right. I was good for fucking, good for having his baby… I sniffled as tears filled my eyes. “Because you don’t want to marry me. That’s what I’m guessing. I get it.”

“Now?” he growled. “Now, when we’re on the way to the hospital and I can’t stop and kiss some sense into you? Are you kidding me? You don’t get anything!”

“I know you don’t want me!” I yelled back then groaned.

“I swear to God, Willow! As soon as you’re cleared for…whatever…I’m spanking you. I cannot believe you! Of course, I want to fucking marry you. I figured you’d kick me in the balls again if I tried to propose.”

“I didn’t kick you,” I mumbled.

“I’m not going to ask you anyway,” he announced. I closed my eyes and turned my face toward the window. Between my emotions and the pain in my middle, I was about to turn into a blubbering mess. Jameson reached for my fingers. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me. His grip was like iron as he tugged my hand toward him and pressed it to his lips. “You aremarrying me. Do you think I’d take the chance of asking your obstinate ass? You’d say no just to be a little brat.”

“Jameson—” My words were lost on a loud cry as pain ripped through me. “Jameson,” I breathed, my blurry gaze rolling toward him, my words thready. “Hurry. I don’t…I don’t think…I don’t think…it’s supposed…to be this bad, this fast.”

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