Page 111 of From Best Friend to Bride
It was a miracle they hadn’t asked us if I was pregnant yet.
Not that it mattered. Despite what Fred had said, the thought of us having a baby was so far down my list of things to do that it was physically impossible for me to get to it.
I’d need another life, and even then, I’d probably still not do it.
Well.
It would solve many of our problems. It would get the grandmas off our backs once and for all, he’d never have to get married once this charade was over, and I wouldn’t have towaste my time finding someone to give me a child to continue on my stunningly perfect genes.
And, you know what?
Our child would be damn pretty.
With his facial structure and my personality, they’d be a force to be reckoned with for sure.
On the other hand, a child borne of the two of us was quite a terrifying thought. If they got his looks and my temper, and they definitely wouldn’t be beating the whole ‘redheads have a hot temper’ allegations anytime soon.
What would our child look like? You know, if we ever truly lost our minds and decided to procreate together.
What if they got my looks and his personality? Or they were just all me? Or all Fred?
Bloody hell, the ideas were getting scarier and scarier.
Why was I even thinking about this? We weren’t going to have a child. No physical relationship was the line he’d drawn, and I was sleeping in another room solely to respect that position.
Especially since I’d now touched his cock.
It might not have been a big deal that I’d touched it, but he certainly was. From what I’d felt, anyway. But not that scary big that romance novel heroines always think might rip them apart—in my sister’s books, it’s always “oh no, it won’t fit!” as if a vagina isn’t made to push a whole ass human out of it.
If a baby’s head can fit, a penis can fit.
Then again, you did get the good drugs for the baby bit, so that probably played into it somewhat.
“Lady Delilah?” a gentle voice asked from the other side of the living room.
“Hm?” I slowly lifted my head at the sound of the voice, and turned to see one of the housekeeping staff hovering awkwardly by the door. “Oh, I’m sorry, am I in your way?”
“N—no,” she said hesitantly, wringing her hands in front of her.
I put my phone down and beckoned her over. “Are you all right? I’m sorry, I can’t remember everyone’s names yet. I’m not a walking encyclopaedia like Fred is.”
She cracked a small smile at my words, and a little of the nervousness seemed to dissipate from around her as she approached me. “My name is Louise, my lady.”
“I’d love to tell you that I’d remember, but I probably won’t.” I smiled at her brightly. “Can I help you with anything, Louise?”
“Y—yes. Um, my son has a school play next week and they only just told us. I’m supposed to be working when it’s on, but he’s only six, and he’ll be upset if I can’t be there.” The words rushed out of her as if she’d rehearsed them twenty times while standing outside the room. “Usually I would run it by Lord Frederick beforehand, but he isn’t here, and the head housekeeper said I needed permission from the lord or the lady, so I’m sorry to bother you.”
Oh.
That’s right.
I was the lady of the house.
Why hadn’t Aunt Vi taught me any of this when she’d made me join Amelia in her etiquette lessons?
“No, it’s not a bother.” I grabbed my phone and stood up. “I’m ashamed to admit I don’t know how this works, but I don’t mind granting permission. Where is the head housekeeper now?”
“In her office, my lady.”
