Page 46 of Craving My Baby Daddy Billionaire

It's a split-second decision.

I put the pill back into the box, stuff it under the sink, wash my hands, and head back to bed.

Ryan stirs as I slide back under the covers, and he opens his eyes to look at me.

"Everything okay?" he asks, voice still thick with sleep.

I nod, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, everything's fine. I just...I don't feel so good, that's all."

He pulls me close, wrapping his arms around me. "What's wrong?"

I think I'm pregnant. I just feel it. And I love you, and I want this to last.

"Just some anxiety," I whisper, my mouth dry. "It'll pass."

He doesn't say anything else; he just presses a kiss on my forehead and holds me tight. And in that moment, I know I made the right decision.

Maybe I am crazy. Maybe it's too soon. But with Ryan by my side, I feel like anything is possible.

Chapter seventeen

Ryan

Two weeks pass like that…professing our love. Fucking all night, staying in bed as long as we can during the day. I fall off on work, letting my teams take the lead on various projects around town, and finally delegating after years of giving myself to my work. Sophia goes to work at the White Oak; I pick her up when her shift is done.

We fuck and fuck and fuck...

After she's been at my house for fourteen days straight—and after her stuff starts to pile up in a corner—I decide it's time to clean out Amanda's closet and make room for someone new.

Sophia goes to do inventory at the White Oak, and I call Amanda; the wrenching discomfort in my chest is not nearly as bad as it would have been a month ago. The call goes to voicemail, and my shoulders slump as I realize this might not be over as fast as I hoped—but she calls right back.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Ryan," she says. "Sorry I missed your call; I was in a meeting. What's up?"

"I was actually calling about the closet," I say. "You got a couple hours to come over and go through everything?"

She hums softly. "Yeah. That sounds great."

Amanda shows up less than forty-five minutes later, surprising me with just how eager she is to do this. It's the first time I've seen her in person in almost two years, and I feel something complicated and confusing and...fuck, happy when I see her face at the door. Tex goes nuts, wagging his tail and rolling on his back to demand a belly rub.

We hug.

It's not the first time I've hugged her in the last two years. We hugged the night she came over to tell me she was going to leave. But it's the first time I don't feel like hugging someone I can't stand.

"This is...weird," she says.

"I know."

"But good."

I grin. "Yeah, it is."

We head upstairs, where I've already moved the bookshelf aside so we can get into the closet where I stashed all her stuff. Now that I've spent some time looking through it, I've realized that she really did leave some useful things—cleaning supplies, accessories for the house, that kind of stuff. I somehow managed to ignore it all and even replaced some things without realizing it.

Amanda blows out a breath.

"Okay...so it looks like everything is already in bins," she says. "Thanks. I really do appreciate it."

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