Page 70 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

I nod.

“Tell me everything.”

I knew she’d want that. Eleanor loves stories, including gossip. Usually, though, she’s the one who tells all the stories. Unfortunately, I’ve had all the drama in my life lately.

“Well, he asked me where I was, but I didn’t tell him. He asked when I was going to return to his house. I may have told him that I was never returning.” Her eyes widen. “Oh, dear. Did you say that? Are you sure about it?”

I bite my lip. “Honestly, I’m not, but I don’t want to give the baby up. That was the initial agreement. I was supposed to stay at his house until six months after birth, after which, I was supposed to leave without the baby. I can’t even conceive it in my mind right now.”

“You do realize you could’ve just modified the agreement instead, right?”

“Well, I told him that he could still support his child, but the baby lives with me instead.”

She leans forward. “And?”

“I don’t think he was pleased with that.”

“Do you have any plans for raising the baby? I mean, considering the Pet Shop’s closed. You’ll need a reasonable amount of money.”

“Well, that’s what I’m trying to figure out.”

Eleanor stands, making her way to the kitchen.

“Do you have any food? Snacks? I’m starving.”

I giggle.

“There’s some leftover pizza in there, I think.”

She walks to the refrigerator, takes out the pizza box, and returns to the living room. She drops it on the coffee table, rubbing her palms together. Digging in, she takes a piece.

“Want one?”

“No, thank you. Right now, I’m craving Thai food, especially shrimp soup.”

El grimaces.

“Are you sure the only reason you can’t be in Jason’s house is because of the baby thing?”

I lean back into the sofa, stretching my legs out. They’re swollen again.

“What do you mean?”

“Could it be that part of the reason is that you’re starting to have feelings for him and trying not to get hurt?”

I laugh uncomfortably, shifting the position of my legs. El thinks she knows me, but she doesn’t. I don’t think I have feelings for him. It was just great sex and great conversations, nothing more.

Nothing more, and I can’t stop thinking about him.

“I want to fight you right now. But I haven’t thought about that before.”

Eleanor laughs. “I’m always right, mostly because I know you like I know my own self.” She throws the last pizza morsel in her mouth and frowns like she’s deep in thought.

“I don’t want you to sabotage yourself and your baby unknowingly. If being at Jason’s is going to be good for the baby and maybe you, it’s best to follow your heart and stop fighting the thoughts because you think it makes you look weak.”

I stare at the empty pizza box. She’s right. I should call Jason and tell him I’ll consider returning. But the agreement has to be different.

“Thanks, El. I’ll think about it.”

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