The Billionaire's Baby

The Billionaire's Baby- Chapter 3

I flung the front door open, clutching my bag over my shoulder tightly. The lobby itself had dark blue walls with the matching shade of the carpet, a wooden black table against the wall directly opposite the front door with a single red flower in a thin, clear vase in the middle of the table.

It was a statement s***h of colour ro the room.

The hue of the Yankee Candle scent teased my nostrils. Usually, it is a comforting smell of home. At the moment, I wanted to throw my guts up at the scent of the Cherry Blossom candle in every room downstairs and also the guest bedroom and bathroom.

To my left was the ultramodern kitchen, barely used as everyone always ate out, and it was a waste of time hiring a cook - even though my mother still insisted we have one. Everyone important had their own private cook.

I rushed directly into the sitting room, framed with an arch instead of doors. The grey-blue colour ran all the way through the sitting room, into the dining room, up the stairs and across the landing. I caught slashes of bold red as I zipped past the sitting room, into the dining room, barely focusing on the dominant, bold dining table in the middle of the room with black leather seats and three red tulips as the centerpiece.

"Good afternoon, Miss Blake." Our cleaning lady called.

"Hey Ava!" I called back. It prided me to know that all of our staff declared me as their favourite. They always brought me little treats when they went shopping and they always smiled at me.

But today, I really needed to go to the toilet!

I rushed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, hurled myself through my bedroom door and barricaded myself into my own en-suite bathroom.

My bathroom was all simple marble in the shade of golden sand, a white bath tub, a walk-in shower, and a luxury sink with bits and bobs scattered all over it.

I pressed my back against the door and took a deep breath before scrambling into my bag for the pregnancy test kit.

My cheeks flamed at the remembrance of walking into the drugstore and watched as the woman behind the counter looked down at me as if to say "another single one pregnant. Should have used a condom, you silly girl", though she didn't say it out loud. It was all in her eyes.

Okay, so I missed my period, my nose made me want to vomit at every sniff and my breasts felt full and heavy.

Maybe I was overreacting?

After all, the doctor did say it may take a few times before we conceived.

Oh God, the moment was upon me. Either I was pregnant or I'd be back on those drugs just as soon as Julian snapped his fingers.

Taking the two sticks out of the package, I carefully read and re-read the leaflet, followed the steps and clicked the blue lids back over the tips that i did my business on and waited.

I turned the pregnancy tests over, not wanting to watch every agonizing second. Two tests were better than once. Plus, I didn't think I'd have enough pee for two without gulping down a two litre bottle of water. My mind began to wander...

I hadn't spoken to Julian much since we did the insemination. I'd get a phone call once a week-twice, if I were lucky, and irregular texts asking how I was and if I felt any different.

As usual, I replied courteously to all the texts and talked to him politely on the phone. We only talked briefly when we were alone, even less briefly if one of us were in someone else's company.

To the very bottom of my heart, I know for a fact he had somebody tailing my every move and giving him regular updates as to where I went, what I did, and probably what I ate outside of the house. He'd probably be telling Julian all about my little visit to the drugstore today.

I'd only seen Julian in person once since we departed and that was when my family and I attended a charity dinner. We passed glances at each other constantly. I smiled at him once, and he scowled back.

Probably because I had a glass of champagne in front of me- not that I drank it, I had a few irregular sips of it when people were looking. I wasn't much of a drinker anyway. Or maybe he felt more comfortable with the legendary scowl constantly on his face.

In the end, I ended up asking the waiter for a glass of water or orange juice. When it arrived, Julian became more placid, even giving a quick smile to the man talking intently to him.

Though he didn't give me a small smile. In fact, he didn't even acknowledge me. When we were saying our goodbyes, he didn't even look at me.

Oh well, it wasn't like you might be pregnant with him or anything...oh wait, you could be pregnant for him. My subconscious screamed at me that night.

Blinking fast, I pulled myself out of my mewling. Jesus, I must have been sitting here for at least ten minutes.

Holding my breath, I turned the sticks over and my eyebrows furrowed together. Both of them had the same sign.

Oh hell! I forgot what 'positive' and 'negative' was supposed to look like.

Scanning the leaflet briefly, I matched the sign on the pregnancy test up to the sign on the leaflet.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.