Page 22 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
“It’s okay if you call her, though, I guess. She can be your personal support obstetrician. You can probably afford it.” I’m blathering now. “Look, Mr. Thorne, I don’t want your money?—”
“Stop calling me that.”
I blink at him.
A muscle twitches at his temple. “As wrong as it was, Willa, I’ve been inside your body. You should call me Roman.”
My mouth falls open.
He’s been inside my body.
Heat races up my spine.
“And I won’t let you be foolish about resources, either. Youshouldwant my money. It will make your life better, immediately.”
“You aren’t going to ask for a paternity test?”
That muscle twitches again, and he doesn’t answer the question.
The car comes to a stop and I look out the window.
We’re at the university.
He doesn’t wait for the chauffeur. He vaults out of the car with more agility than I’d expect for a man of his size, holding the door for me, and avoids my gaze as I point the way towards the health clinic.
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Roman
Willa checksin at a thick plexiglass window, then points to a row of faded plastic seats. “You can wait there.”
I nod and stay standing.
“I’ll be in there for a while.” She hesitates. “They’ll come and get you at the end.”
Another nod.
She frowns, but doesn’t say anything else.
And then her name is called, and she disappears down the hall.
Fucking hell.
I yank my phone out of my pocket and fire off a text message to the OB-on-speed-dial. Then I change her name in my phone, because Willa might see it and I’d like her to know I was listening.
Roman
I need to know more about the fourth month of pregnancy.
Personal Support Obstetrician
Do you know how many weeks she is?
Roman
Weeks?
Personal Support Obstetrician
