Page 211 of My Big, Fat, Secret Billionaire Baby

Leo’s extreme sports safety fund, Maxwell Safety Innovations, is thriving. He’s already invested in three companies that are developing groundbreaking protective gear and advanced training technology.

His sponsored wingsuit team, ‘Team Legacy’ (Mia’s idea, apparently, via a series of enthusiastic babbles and pointed finger-waving), just pulled off an incredible run at a smaller European competition, plastering the Maxwell Capital logo across the sports pages for all therightreasons this time.

He’s still involved.

Still passionate.

But from the ground.

As a mentor, investor, and innovator.

Not… a daredevil.

And Maxwell Capital? It’s stronger than ever. Turns out, investors actuallylikestability. They like a CEO who’s focused, driven, and not actively trying to kill himself on a regular basis. One who invests in companies because he actually believesin them, not because he intends to flip them for a quick buck when they IPO.

Who knew?

My PR strategy, the one built on ‘Leo Maxwell: Responsible Leader, Devoted Father, Visionary Investor,’ has not only salvaged the firm but propelled it to new heights.

I still run my own firm, of course. Leo’s investment gave me the freedom to expand, to hire a small team, to finally get that fancy downtown office with the windows.

I specialize in family-friendly corporate messaging and crisis communications for clients whoaren’tactively trying to give me a heart attack.

It’s… good.

Fulfilling.

And Leo? He’s my biggest cheerleader. My silent partner. My occasional, very biased, and surprisingly insightful focus group of one.

“You know,” he murmurs, his arm tightening around me as we watch Mia finally wrest the red shovel away from the Rossi heir.Definitely her father’s daughter.“I was thinking…”

“Uh oh,” I tease, nudging him with my elbow. “That’s usually when things get… expensive. Or complicated.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my temple. “This time… it’s just… an idea.” He looks down at me, his green eyes soft and serious. “Maxwell & Taylor. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? Officially, I mean. As partners. In everything.”

My heart swells. I hate turning him down. But I have to.

I know he’ll understand.

“Leo,” I say, my voice a little shaky. “We’ve talkedabout this before. Honestly? I love what I’m doing with Taylor Strategic. I’m good at it. It’s… mine.”

“I know,” he says. “And I wouldn’t ask you to give that up. Ever. But… the option’s there. Whenever you’re ready.Ifyou’re ever ready. No pressure. Besides.” His hand slides from my waist to rest gently on my still-flat stomach. “We’re already partners in the most important venture of all.”

My breath catches. My own hand covers his.

Yeah. About that.

“Speaking of new ventures,” I say, a slow smile spreading across my face, “I think… I think Mia might need to start preparing for a new seed round in the ‘Maxwell Family Expansion’ fund, effectively diluting her current majority shareholder status.”

Leo’s gazes drops to my stomach in disbelief, then back up to my face. A look of such joy dawns in his eyes that it makes my own sting.

“Sabrina?” he says. “Are you… are you serious?”

I nod, my smile watery. “Yep!” I try for a light tone but fail miserably. “Estimated arrival time: approximately seven months.”

He lets out a whoop of pure delight, swinging me around, heedless of the curious glances from our friends.

“Holy shit!” he roars. “Another one? We’re having another baby!”

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