Page 10 of Secret Baby: Billionaire Stepbrother

“Really, Beck?” I asked softly.

I heard his huge breath, then more calmly he said, “Yes, and if I give her the money, I think she will not get into why I’m here, before she flies out the door.”

“No!” I exclaimed, then I backed off, surprised at myself. “Um, sorry, but you shouldn’t have to do that. It’s like blackmail or something.”

“I like that you are behind me,” he said in a low and very deep voice, and I felt it in intimate places, as a little breathlessness followed. “But what else can we do?” he asked.

I caught my bottom lip with my upper tooth, then I dived in.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’m totally in on just telling her everything.” Right there Beck made a deep surprised sound. “She can either accept it and be in our lives or not. And, no money, unless you feel like it someday ... without the pressure.”

“Damn it, boo, you never cease to surprise me,” he said.

“Let me tell her, if you are in,” I said.

I knew that had to have completely amazed him. I hoped it had really surprised him, and I also hoped my new changes kept breaking through to him.

Actions spoke louder than words; Beck taught me that.

Chapter Nine

Beck debated about letting Millie do what she’d said she finally wanted to do. He’d argued with her to do this exact thing before, but now that it was imminent, he realized he should have cut her some slack. It did have major ramifications like she’d said before, and he’d wanted to ignore back then. In fact, there were many more now, especially for Bart.

He would not have his son hurt by it. So he muttered and paced in Bart’s room, hiding from his stepmother. Bart was asleep looking like an angel, and Beck felt the tug as he did every time he looked at him.

My son.

It was pride, possessiveness, and lots of love.

He’d never told her, but Bart had Millie’s nose.

“If we don’t just lay it out, this hell is going to haunt us forever,” Beck muttered.

Instead of trying to shove it under the carpet, he and Millie needed to shout it from the rooftops. They needed to bulldoze their place in this world.

He looked at Bart. That was the way to help his son.

Then he heard the front door opening, and he went to back up his woman.

He could see right away that she was tired, but he could also see determination on her beautiful face. Without thinking and definitely without planning it, he reached her at the entrance to the living room. Their mom was just turning toward Millie’s entrance, and he swept Millie up against his body.

Then he kissed her, right in front of their mom, who made a shocked sound.

But Millie didn’t get shocked, instead she lifted her arms over his shoulders and she kissed him back even harder, while she pressed fully against him.

The minute their lips parted, she said, “Hello, baby, it’s so good to be home.”

Damn, he liked that... Beck tightened his arm around her, as their mom exclaimed, “What in the hell are you two doing! Stop that!”

Beck kept his arms circling Millie, but he let her turn under his arms, until her back was to his front as she waved and smiled at their mom. A fucking brilliant performance and it made him want to lift her up and take her to bed, where he could show her how much she turned him on and he wanted her.

“Hi, mom,” Millie called. “I see you have discovered our little secret.”

Phyllis stomped forward with her hand on her hips, as she declared, “This isn’t funny, young lady.” Her searing gaze turned to Beck. “Get your hands off her, it's indecent!”

“Oh, mom!” Millie exclaimed. “It isn’t indecent for two people in love.”

Beck tensed as a cosmic beat thumped through him, and then the world came into focus again. He took Millie and whirled her toward him, while their mother was exclaiming her protests.

“Say that again,” he uttered fiercely.

Millie clutched his shoulders, looking at him in surprise, then she quite clearly said, “I love you, Beck, I always have.”

Over the top of Millie’s declaration, their mother yelled, “Of course you love him, you are family, but you cannot do this-this thing!”

Beck didn’t say he loved her back, but he did cup her face in his hands and he pulled her up to kiss her with fierce emotions, until she gasped a hurt sound, because their mother had slugged her back to get their attention.

Beck glared over the top of Millie’s head, and he snarled, “You fucking touch her like that again and I will throw you out.”

Millie stepped forward to hug against him as their mom exclaimed a stunned sound. Then, since he had their mom speechless, he laid it out for her.

“We are together, mom, get used to it or get out, because we are not asking for your permission or approval. And if you just once say it is inappropriate or indecent, you will never be welcomed here again.”

His mom started to open her mouth, when Millie turned partially against him, and loudly said, “Don’t say it, mom! Think first, because you’re not getting any chances about this. You say anything bad to us or about us to anyone, and you are cut from our lives.”

Their mom’s lips sputtered shut with her face getting redder and tears starting in her eyes. “You can’t do that,” she whispered.

Beck set Millie to his side. “What I think we can do right now is get you a hotel room, I’ll call a cab, then after the shock wears off, if you have anything nice to say, you can contact us.”

But their mother wasn’t done. “You don’t know what your father has done to us ... what he has put me through,” she snarled, looking up at him as if he was the one that had done it. Then she turned angry eyes to Millie. “Don’t let him do that to you,” she said evilly. “Like father, like son.”

Millie hugged him tighter with a horrified breath, while he quickly called a cab and a hotel.

But before they could get her and her luggage out the door, their mother’s last shot arrived. “I live in that town, something could slip accidentally. But a million dollars would have me and your father out of there for a long time.” She looked meaningfully at them, and not at all like she was extorting them. “You know how your father talks. And I tell you the financial mess he has gotten us into is because he is losing his mental faculties.”

Beck had to hold Millie back from attacking their mother, as he growled, “I’ll look into it. Goodbye, mom.”

When he came back inside from pressing his mom into a cab, he found Millie pacing with sharp turns and a huge glass of wine in her hand. She stopped and gulped half of it down, coughed, then looked up at him with tragedy in her eyes.

“I guess we never had to worry what she thinks, just pay her off, and we’re good,” she snapped.

It did feel like blackmail and extortion from their own mother.

“If you give her a dime, I’ll never forgive you!” Millie exclaimed.

Beck stalked forward, grabbed the wine glass and set it on the counter, then he hauled her against him. She didn’t fight him, but settled in to lean on him as he brought an arm around her.

To the top of her head, he murmured, “It’s not good for the baby, if you drink.”

Millie stiffened against him, and then she turned her questioning gaze slowly up to him. But when she made a move to leave his arms, he held her pinned to him.

“I saw the test strip in the trash,” he said.

Her eyes looked surprised and somewhat guilty. “I was planning on telling you,” she whispered, in that intimate way she had.

“And, I’m not a trash rifler. I swear,” he said, trying to lighten their already frazzled emotions.

She bit her bottom lip in a way that made him want to kiss her. “I think I probably just tossed it on top without thinking you would be here to see it.”

He nodded slightly, and he ran a hand through the side of her hair, sifting its silkiness. “You think you and I can make something together,” he asked, in a deep murmur.

He wasn’t being fair and he knew it ... they had time now. He should take it slow, so he didn’t fuck her like a slut again, which every time he got her naked and in bed was all he wanted to do to her. Hard, fast, and deep.

Before she could answer, he said, “You need to get some sleep.” Then he added, “We will talk later.”

***

I lay in bed, unable to sleep.

You think you and I can make something together?

Beck’s question haunted me as much as it excited me. It was amazing that I could feel that way after the way our mother had acted that evening.

But all I could think about was Beck and me, and the possibilities, while I stroked my belly where his baby grew inside me. Of course the test could be wrong; it was one of those early detection ones. But somehow I knew he’d given me another baby.

Only this time he’d be there to know it.

I rolled onto my side, murmuring, as I cuddled a pillow as if it were him. My fantasies were blossoming, but this time they could be coming true. Now we were free to tell anyone we wanted that we were having a baby. I could watch Beck’s eyes assess me as I grew rounder with his child.

“It might turn him on,” I whispered. I had heard that happened to some men.

Somehow the mess with our mom just didn’t matter. What was happening was too important. It was epic, and it was right within my reach, if I didn’t mess it up. Then being a girl, and one without a close enough friend I could really lay out my life too, I spent the next thirty minutes analyzing Beck’s every move that night.

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