Page 56 of Her Billionaire Hero
I watched Sloan as she and Delia talked only to each other before leaving the room. The large lobby served as our party room. I had high hopes of seeing it filled with guests the following day. We already had loads of reservations.
Going around the room, I chatted it up with our cousins and their wives, who’d all flown in for the party. And then I saw Sloan coming out of the hallway, rushing to me with a huge smile on her face.
She was waving a pen in the air, almost hopping up and down as she came running up to me. “Baldwyn, we did it!”
“Did what?” I grabbed her hand to find out what was so exciting about this pen she had. “And what’s it got to do with this pen?”
“It’s not a pen.” She let me have the pink stick, a look of confusion on my face. I had no idea what I was looking at. “It’s a pregnancy test. And it’s positive.” She threw her arms around my neck as she squealed with joy, “We’re going to have a baby!”
“A baby?”I thought she couldn’t have children.“Are you sure about this, Sloan?” I didn’t want to get my hopes up.
But it seemed she had. “Yes! I’m positive now that I’ve taken the test. I think I’m about three months pregnant. You’re gonna be a daddy. I’m gonna be a momma! A mother! Oh my God!”
I looked at her father, who couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. My brothers and cousins came up, patting me on the back and offering their congratulations. But I wasn’t sure this was real.
She said she couldn’t have kids. This can’t be real.
Suddenly her father was there with us, hugging his daughter. “Wishes really can come true. I’ve been wishing this for you two since your wedding day.”
Wishes can come true?
Sloan
6 months later …
I held our daughter in my arms only moments after she came into the world, screaming her tiny head off. “Hi there, pretty girl. Your momma loves you very much.”
Baldwyn leaned in, running his hand over her head. “So does your daddy.” He kissed me on top of the head. “She’s as pretty as her momma.”
“Prettier,” I whispered.
I’d been so worried about not being able to have children. But I hadn’t ever gotten checked out to find out why I never had them with Preston. I suppose God didn’t want me to have children with that monster.
Whatever God’s reasoning was for those childless years, I didn’t care. Baldwyn and I had a baby. We had a perfect little girl to call our own. And the doctor had found nothing wrong with my reproductive organs to stop us from having as many babies as we wanted.
Of course, I wasn’t ready to even think about having another baby. But in the future, I could think about it. That meant a lot to me and I knew it meant a lot to Baldwyn too.
“We’re going to have to decide on her name,” he said as the nurse came to take her away so the doctor could check her out.
I didn’t want to let her go, but finally did. “Hurry back, little angel.”
Baldwyn and I had a hard time sticking with a name. We’d gone from cute names like Brie and Tulip to romantic names like Anastasia and Millicent. We even looked up Biblical names like Sarah and Mary. But they all lacked in some way or another.
Baldwyn took my hand, kissing it as he gazed at me. “We’ve thought of every name in the word, but none have seemed to fit. And now that I’ve seen her, I think I’ve got the perfect name for her.”
“Me too.” The name had jumped into my brain as soon as I laid eyes on her. “We’re often on the same page. Should we just say it together and see what we have?”
He looked a little worried, his brow furrowed. “I don’t want to drown you out with what I say. How about we write it down and exchange papers?” He looked around and found a little notepad and a pen.
I liked the idea. “If we have different names, let’s just make a compromise and pick one for the first name and one for the middle name.”
“Sounds fair to me.” He handed me the pen and paper. “By the way, I know I keep telling you how proud I am of you. But, baby, I am really proud of you. You are some sort of a superhero. I can’t imagine doing what you just did. And carrying the baby for nine months too—growing her inside of your body! Wow! Just—wow!”
“Aw, shucks, weren’t nothin’—almost anyone can do it. Well, anyone with a uterus that is.” I wrote the name down then pulled the sheet of paper off, folding it up so he couldn’t see what I’d written. Handing the pen and pad of paper back to him, I added, “But thank you for appreciating all my hard work.”
“Not a problem. I’m going to rock as a daddy.” He wrote down his name, then pulled the sheet off, folding it up.
Our daughter cried and we both looked over at her. The doctor had poked her little heel, making her cry. “Why’d you do that?” I asked with an angry expression.
