The Billionaire's Baby

The Billionaire's Baby- Chapter 4

My hands started shaking as I disposed of the two kits in the small sanitary bin near the toilet. My teeth worried at my bottom lip, but that wasn't enough. I left the bathroom and flopped down on to my bed, biting at my nails.

My worst worrying habit.

I never considered how my parents would react to me being pregnant. Never mind having 'Julian Cruz' baby! My father will be furious. My brother will look at me with a little grin on his face. My sister would kick up a massive drama for not being the center of attention, and my mother would weep into a handkerchief, being all dramatic while her sobs become louder and louder.

...I wonder if my mother could still cry with the amount of botox she injected into her face. Who knew?

Oh no! They're going to kill me!

My other hand dropped to my stomach as I chewed at my right-hand nails. Hmmm, there was a baby in there. A tiny little baby grew inside me right at this very moment.

Would he/she look like me?

If it were a boy, I'd love it to be the image of Julian. I think it would please him.

Maybe as a girl, she'd take the best of our features and have her fathers attitude making it impossible for Julian to argue with her.

Whatever happened, I didn't mind so long as this little jelly bean grew big and strong, ready to face the world as healthy as his/her father.

Hm.... Jelly Bean. I liked that little nickname for him/her.

In that moment, I knew to my very bone marrow that I loved this baby with all my heart and soul. Jelly Bean was just as much mine as he was his father's/

For the first time in a very long time, I had nothing but love filling my heart and let the consequences be damned!

I stroked my stomach over and over as the biting of my nails dissolved and I turned on my side, curling up into a fetal position as I wrapped my arm around my stomach in a protective manner.

Slowly, I drifted off to sleep.

"Sophie!" My mother's wail dragged me from the corners of my sleep.

Opening one eye, I slowly took into the room. I mustn't have slept long because it was still bright. The clock on my nightstand read 14:10pm. I picked the pregnancy test up at 11:00am, came straight home and done it so it was fair to say I had around two and half hours worth of sleep.

Groggily, I rubbed my eyes and looked around my room.

My bedroom itself was a deep pink colour. I had a gold butterfly pattern stenciled on the wall opposite my bed. My bed was on the left-hand side of the room and had a lovely baby lemon shade as the bed covers with dark pink cushions on it. I had a walk-in closet in the shades of pink and gold, and my favourite thing in my bedroom was the stunning view outside, as the far wall was all glass windows.

Often enough, I loved to lie on my left-hand side in bed and watch the beautiful life of New York pass me by. However, when I wanted the world blocked out of my life, I turned my back to this view, like I had now.

"Sophie, get down here!" My mother's annoying, loud voice shouted up the stairs.

"I'm coming!" I called back, rolling off the bed while running my fingers through my bed hair.

I pulled up my blue and gray jeans, so they were no longer hanging down, slipping on my baby blue Flossie shoes that I must have kicked off when I fell asleep and straightened my baggy white top that had a picture of the London Bridge in black and white with a little baby blue bow wrapped around it.

I stitched it on myself and was proud of my handwork.

I pulled my hair in a messy bun and smoothened my fringe to rest on the top of my brows.

"Sophie!"

"I'm coming," I called back louder this time, a little irritated.

With a sigh, I grabbed my bag and trudged downstairs. I may as well go for a walk to the park and call Jelly Bean's daddy and give him the good news.

I couldn't help the little edge of sarcasm. I was a grumpy sleeper.

I paused as the family came into view.

My father sat at the head of the table with his head in his hands, his fingers curled into his black hair, laced with a few grey strands here and there. As I predicted, my mother sat at the table dabbing at her green eyes. My brother's face was split in a wide grin and my sister tapped away at her iPhone, not showing any interest.

Out of my brother and sister, I was the one who inherited my mother's blonde hair - the only thing she hadn't tampered with. My younger sister, Tamara, and I had the same colour of eyes as my mother, only she inherited my father's black hair, setting off her green eyes beautifully. My brother, Craig, was the one who had my father's black hair and blue eyes, and he was also good-looking enough to break hearts.

It was fair to say we had a lovely mix of our parents - Tamara, admittedly, was my mother's younger doppleganger when it came to the wide eyes, round face, and soft jawline. I, on the other hand, had a slimmer face like my father. Thankfully, I had my mother's nose and not my father's razor-thin jaw that almost hooked at the bottom.

Hmm... I wonder if Jelly Bean has my nose. Julian had a beautiful straight nose. Julian had a beautiful...well, everything.

My mind pulled his image up and I couldn't help the little uptilt of my mouth as I pictured him.

He had an odd, but beautiful face shape. Soft, yet hard and muscular.

But it was those eyes that drew me, those bottomless blue eyes and that sinful thin mouth that was quick to have stubble on. He also had a body to die for. Not a body that was overworked at the gym, but a body that was well respected. The last time I saw him with his shirt off, he had a prominent six-pack, dentations down the sides of his hips to draw you to his groin area. Oh, and this trail always got me hot and bothered.

Julian was easily over six feet, towering over my slight five-foot five frame. it had an erotic turn on me, having him standing over me so powerfully, his shoulders wide and chest broad.

It was his chest that I loved most.

When we were together briefly, I remembered placing my head on his chest, with my hair sprawled all over, and It made me feel cherished and...loved.

Yes, I felt loved when we made love, knowing that I tamed this powerful beast.

My mother sobbed into her designer handkerchief as my father lifted his head up, our eyes clashing. All thoughts I had of Julian drained away unmercifully.

And then I realized what was on the table.. The pregnancy test.