Page 78 of Grumpy Bossy Billionaire Enemy

I settled beside Henry and asked, "Did you talk to her about it?"

Henry shook her head again. "I couldn't," he said. "I wasn't ready to know the truth."

"Your mom is a woman who has stayed without a companion after your father's death. Maybe she just wants to have some fun. Maybe you should talk to Troy about it."

Henry nodded. "I will. I hope it's not what I think it is."

"Whatever it is, you are going to be fine."

Henry and I spoke about his new plan for his business and for the kids' crib, and everything else we could talk about.He looked better now.He looked genuinely happy. Happier than I had ever seen.

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My stomach was beginning to protrude. I might need new, looser clothes.I stood before my dressing mirror to look at my tummy. It looked like I had eaten too much.Henry raised his head from the bed, and he could see me from the dressing mirror.I tried five clothes already until I settled for an A-shape tent dress.

"You look good," Henry mumbled, barely awake.

"I look fat," I responded. "I could barely fit into my other dresses."

"You are pregnant, Amelia, so don't be too hard on yourself."

I wasn't too hard on myself. I just wanted to wear the clothes I loved.I kissed Henry goodbye as I stepped out of the house.My shift was supposed to be for twelve hours, but pregnant doctors or nurses enjoyed the privilege of fewer hours.

I was entitled to a maximum of six, but whenever I tried to push further, Troy would ask me to go home.Troy was not at the hospital. I tried to push my shift hours further in his absence.But Troy was smart enough to tell Joseph, the deputy CEO, to make sure I didn't use more than my daily six-hour shift.I bit my lip. Those Robinson brothers sure knew how to get on my nerves.I waited a few more minutes to see Camille as she got out of the operating room. Her eyes caught my baby bump, and she looked at me with a soft smile.

"I have news for you," Camille said. She dragged me to the cafeteria, where we sat facing each other.

"Troy and I are getting married in two weeks."

I held her hand, happy for her, as we giggled together.Camille's marriage was long overdue. She was supposed to have married Troy, but Henry's bankruptcy had set them back.However, now that Henry was back on his feet, Troy could give Camille the grand wedding she deserved.

"That's great news!" I said. "I'm so happy for you. You deserve the best."

"I want you to be in the wedding," Camille exclaimed as she got the word out of her. "I could have asked you earlier, but I didn't want to ask you over the phone."

"Amelia Johnson, please be Matron of Honor."

I nodded excitedly. "I will," I chuckled.

I looked down at my tummy, and Camille's eyes followed suit. "I'm getting bigger," I giggled. "My dress will have to be a bit bigger."

Camille would use the same wedding dress designer as I used, but she and Troy had agreed to a beach wedding.

"I'm sure there are lots of sizes that will fit you."

I laughed, and Camille looked behind me. Someone was standing there. Camille gestured to me to look back.I slowly turned my head, hoping to see Henry, but it wasn't Henry. It was Nolan, my half-brother, grinning.I rushed to my feet and went to hug Nolan.

"What are you doing here?" I laughed, holding on to his hand.

"I heard I'm going to be an uncle. I came to give my big congratulations."

"Who told you about it? Henry?" I had other guesses aside from Henry. However, ever since Nolan appeared in our lives, Henry had seen Nolan as another brother he could have aside from Troy.

"No, your sisters called me."

My sisters!

"Oh," I replied, "those girls." I rolled my eyes.

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