Page 58 of The Billionaire's Baby Betrayal

Andrés began to laugh. “I didn’t think I’d ever utter these words, but please stop with the kisses so I can get a proper answer.”

She plopped back down on the hay bale. “Fine, but I’ll remind you one day that you said that. Yes, Mr. Olivera, I will joyfully, willingly, and lovingly marry you. I only have one condition.”

“And what would that condition be, Ms. Ford? An oversized, over-the-top sparkling diamond engagement ring?”

Caroline cocked her head. “Now, that’s an idea, but no. It’s much simpler than that.” She paused. “I want to get married after I lose the weight.”

Andrés was incredulous. “Lose weight? Have you looked in the mirror lately?”

She laughed lightly. “I don’t mean now. I mean after our child is born, and if you’re not comprehending, that means I’m pregnant.”

Andrés didn’t move but sat there staring at her and letting the reality of the words sink in. “You’re going to have a baby?”

“I am.”

His face broke out in an enormous, loving smile as he stood and gathered Caroline in his arms. “You’re going to have a baby, and we’re going to get married, and after that, we will live the best life has to offer! Oh, Caroline, soy extraordinariamente feliz.”

“Well, if you’re so happy, can I start kissing you again?”

“Sí, mi amor.”

The long, passionate kiss Caroline and Andrés shared represented so many feelings, the most important of which wasI am yours forever.

EPILOGUE

SEVEN MONTHS LATER: CAROLINE

Caroline was relaxing on a chaise lounge in the hacienda’s courtyard, reading the latest parenting book her mother had sent. It was a sunny, warm June afternoon, and she admired how her diamond-and-emerald engagement ring sparkled in the sun. Andrés had spoiled and pampered her since their return from Wyoming, and she smiled, remembering his initial intention to give her a ten-carat diamond.

“My love, I would never be able to carry off a ring that big,” she’d told him. “Maybe we should go shopping together and find out what would be the right size for my hand.”

Andrés had agreed but wouldn’t give up on ten carats of something, and the next thing she knew, there had been a ten-carat sapphire pendant under the Christmas tree.

Caroline giggled and shook her head at the memory.

“Am I interrupting your reading?” asked Eleanor. “I can leave the iced tea with you if so.”

“Eleanor, if I read any more tips on bathing a squirming, screaming baby, I’ll be the one crying. Please sit, and I hope you brought out a glass for yourself.”

“I did, and thank you.” Eleanor placed Caroline’s glass within her reach. “It’s a lovely day today. Did you go for your walk?”

“Yes, I did, and it sent Andrés into a tailspin. He doesn’t want me walking alone this close to my due date. I suppose it’s a good idea, but the man has got to stop managingmypregnancy.” She let out a short laugh.

Eleanor smiled. “I think you are handling it very well, so don’t lose patience with him the last month. You can understand why he’s so bossy, can’t you?”

Caroline set aside the book and picked up the iced tea. “Yes, I understand. I know he wants to protect the baby and me, but, Eleanor, I want to protect him, too. I would do anything not to put him in that kind of pain again.”

The ladies were amiably silent and enjoying the moment’s peace, keeping to their private thoughts.

“How is the baby party coming along?” asked Caroline. “Has Rosamund gotten under your skin, yet?”

“Not at all,” said Eleanor. “I think we work together rather well, actually. We split the list in two, and it’s worked out beautifully.”

“How long is the current guest list?”

“Seventy-five. Everyone will have a delightful time mingling and lavishing attention on mother and baby.”

“Great! That’s all little-girl-Olivera and I need—more people touching my belly. Who knew that was a thing!”

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