Page 124 of The Billionaire's Baby
The doorbell rings just then and I jump. I should go get it, but fuck that. I am not in any mood for company.
The doorbell sounds again, and again. "Go away," I yell. Then head inside the bedroom to reach for my bag, when the sound of the door opening reaches me. What the ever lovin’ hell?
I turn to the door as footsteps near. Arpad bursts into the room.
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"Sparks, what’s wrong." I spring forward, covering the distance between us.
She straightens, then moves to the side. "Don’t touch me," she warns.
"Fuck that," I growl. "Are you okay? Are you in pain?"
"No, I’m dancing around, getting ready to go on a date."
I frown. "Are you?" I look her up and down. "Is that what you’re doing?"
"No, of course, not." She clutches her middle, then hobbles toward the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To the shops, you ass."
"Wait, what? You're going like this?"
She turns, "Of course, like this. What’s wrong with you?"
"What do you need? I can get it for you."
"Oh, no. No way. I don’t want to be beholden to you." She stiffens, then groans again and grabs at her stomach.
My heart begins to race. Sweat beads my palms. Shit, it can’t be... Is it? She can’t be pregnant this soon, let alone having a miscarriage. "Sparks." I reach for her and she slaps away my hand.
"I said… Don’t touch me," she snarls.
"Fine," I hold up my hands, "at least, let me help you."
"You’ve done enough so far, haven’t you?"
I wince. "Look, I’m sorry about what I did, but honestly, now is not the time to talk about it."
"Oh yeah?" She staggers back, until she reaches the wall, then leans against it. "Now is exactly the time to talk about it."
"Not when you are in pain, and bleeding out."
"Exactly now, because I am in pain and bleeding out." She wraps her arms around her middle, bites down on her lower lip. "Shit, this is all a mess." Tears stream down her cheeks. "Why did it have to happen like this?" Her face crumbles and she sinks down to the floor. "Why the hell couldn’t it work out? I’d thought it wouldn’t matter either way, but clearly, I had allowed myself to believe it was possible. I mean, damn it. I’d really thought I was pregnant, and now I’m not."
"You're not?" I frown.
"Of course, not. I just got my period, you ass."
"Ah," my shoulders sag, "it’s only your period."
She shoots me a look from under her eyelashes. "Spoken like a man," she snaps. "Like you’d know how it is to be struck with tender breasts, mood swings, upset stomach, headaches, cramps, aching hamstrings, swollen feet—"
I pale.
