Page 59 of The Billionaire's Baby Betrayal

“Oh, goodness, where is my head?” exclaimed Eleanor. “I spoke with the decorator today, and she said the exact crib you wanted can be built in time to be delivered in late September.”

“Eleanor, that’s great news! The bassinet will arrive next week for her first three months, and the crib will be here in time to make the transition at four months.”

“This has been a nice break, Caroline, but I have a few more calls to make before supper,” said Eleanor. “Would you like more tea?”

“No, thank you. I’ll keep sipping this as the ice melts.” Caroline looked up at Eleanor and smiled. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“You are most welcome, my dear. I trust you have your mobile with you to text me if you need anything?”

“Yes, ma’am. It’s right here in the pocket of this gigantic tent I’m wearing. And Andrés wondered why I didn’t want a wedding until after the birth!” huffed Caroline.

“You and the baby are healthy, and that is all that matters,” said Eleanor, placing her hand on Caroline’s shoulder in comfort.

“I’ll second that,” declared Andrés. “I’m happy to see you relaxing, Caroline.” He leaned to kiss her a loving hello and brought one of the chairs to sit by her side and hold her hand. “Eleanor Chambers, did you take a break? Wonders will never cease.”

“Caroline, did you hear someone talking? It must have been the breeze,” remarked Eleanor.

“You deserved that. Well, do we have a…” began Caroline.

“Caro, Caro, guess what?” interrupted Luis, running into the courtyard.

“I think he wants to tell you,” whispered Andrés.

“Tell me quickly. I have to know,” urged Caroline.

“We have a new filly, and Papa said I could name her,” announced Luis.

“I’m certain you will come up with the perfect name, Luis.”

“Papa reminded me that she was bred to race, so her name will have to—what did you call it, Papa?”

“Flow; it will have to flow with señorita.”

“That’s right. It will have to flow with señorita.”

“Oh, that should be easy enough. Do you have any ideas yet?”

Luis sat down on the ground by her chair and adopted a serious, thoughtful pose. “I think Señorita Bella flows or Señorita Moana.”

Caroline avoided the I-told-you-so laughter in Andrés’ eyes. “Those are lovely names, Luis, and they flow together nicely.”

“May I suggest Señorita Luna?” inquired Andrés.

“No!” said Luis and Caroline in unison.

“Luna is a fine name for a thoroughbred,” grumbled Andrés.

“Luis, Monsieur Laurent is here for your French lesson,” reminded Eleanor from the courtyard door.

“I’m on my way, Eleanor, gracias.” He pointedly ignored his father and spoke to Caroline. “You and Ican talk more about this later.” He kissed her cheek and ran to meet his teacher.

“What was that? He ignored me; my son ignored me! He will purposely leave me out of the naming conversation because you agree with everything he says,” Andrés said, pretending to be offended.

“I do not. You’re upset because he wants to name the filly after a cartoon princess,” countered Caroline.

“And make me the laughing stock of thoroughbred racing!”

They both burst out laughing at his faux protest.

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