Page 301 of The Baby Twist
“And what are you going to do when she goes off to college at the age of eighteen?”
“She’s not going off to college anywhere but here in New York, close to home.”
“Don’t be an asshole, Charlie.”
“I’m not being an asshole. I’m merely protecting my daughter.”
“Protecting her from men like you?” I smirked.
“Yes. From the men of how I used to be before you blew into my life and changed everything.”
“And what about our son? Is he allowed to date?”
“Of course. He’s a man. I don’t have to worry about him.”
“Ah, I see.” I arched my brow. “And you don’t think there’s women out there waiting to get their claws into the young, handsome son of a billionaire?”
“Right. He’s not allowed to date either. Let’s go sit down and eat.”
I placed the plates and the food on the table. Charlie and I sat down and ate while the twins were swinging in their swings.
“I want to invest in your event planning company.”
“What?” My brows furrowed.
“It’s my wedding gift to you. I want to invest a large sum, buy you a building with your name, and hire staff to help. You’re a huge upcoming event planner that all the elite in New York will want to hire.”
“Charlie, are you serious?”
“Very serious, babe. I’ve been in touch with Grant, and he has a couple of buildings to show us whenever you want to look at them. You said you would take on new clients when the twins reach six months. It’s time to expand your business.”
“I don’t know what to say.”
“Say yes.” He grinned.
“Yes! Oh, yes.” I jumped up from my seat and sat on his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and planting kisses all over his face.
“I think we should take this upstairs.” He smirked.
“What about the twins?”
“They’re sound asleep in their swings.”
“Let’s go.” I smiled, grabbing his hand.
We were halfway up the stairs when both children started crying. We stopped for a minute and listened, praying they’d stop. They didn’t, and their cries grew louder.
“Well, it was a good idea for a hot second.” Charlie sighed.
“Yep. It sure was.” We turned back around and went down the stairs.
“I’m nervous,”I said to Penelope and Olivia.
“Don’t be. He’ll understand,” Olivia said.
“You think?”
“Yes. It’s what you want. You’re the bride.” Penelope smiled.
