The Billionaire's Baby

The Billionaire's Baby- Chapter 11

And then my stomach rumbled, loud enough to be heard over the twin engines outside, keeping this thing up in the air.

Julian's head dropped to my stomach before he stated, "You're hungry. Is lasagna okay?"

I nodded silently as he made his way over to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator up.

"It's still warm," Julian called over his shoulder as he busied himself with making my meal. "My housekeeper makes a mean lasagna. Would you like a glass of orange juice?"

"Just water, please," I replied, a little dehydrated. Probably, from all the tears I cried, I chastised myself.

Julian nodded his head and busied himself, "Make yourself comfortable on the table, I'll bring it over for you."

Silently, I padded over to the table and sat down, watching Julian. How.... Domestic. I assumed Julian would click his fingers and someone would come running to cook something. The last thing I expected was this Spanish god making food.

Still, with his back to me, I took in his white shirt, with his sleeves rolled up. And he also had a pair of jeans and no shoes...

A small grin crept up on my face, one that Julian didn't miss as he checked over his shoulder to see if I followed his command.

"Penny for your thoughts?" He asked, a little sarcastic for my liking.

Tentive, I replied, "I just think its funny how you are in the kitchen barefoot when I'm the one who's pregnant and should be barefoot and in the kitchen."

He didn't reply, but I didn't miss the small uplifting smile. Lifting a forkfull of food up to his mouth, he must have decided it wasn't warm enough because he marched straight over to the microwave with it and set the microwave away.

I watched as he strided over to the refrigerator and pulled a bottle of chilled water out and poured it in a glass.

The smell of the lasagna wafted over to my waiting nostrils and for the first time in over a week I didn't want to hurl at the smell. In fact, my mouth watered to the point of almost salivating.

Feeling uncomfortable, I turned my head and looked out of the window, seeing nothing but pretending to be absorbed until Julian placed the steaming plate of lasagna in front of me, along with my water.

"Thank you," I said, taking a small sip of my water. "It smells delicious."

"You're welcome." Julian replied, his voice cool as he settled in the seat across from me, watching me intently.

He seemed to relax once I had quite a few mouthfuls, stopping occasionally for a drink of water as the silence stretched on.

I thought back to the time in the car, when I saw a small glimpse of the carefree Julian. I thought I fell in love with all those years ago. Now, Julian was back to the man who locked his emotions behind a wall. Once, I was able to get through that wall. Now, he wouldn't even let me get close enough to touch it to test the weight of the wall.

I looked up at the man watching me intently and with a flourish of his hand, he commanded, "Eat."

Geez! I toyed with the lasagna on my plate, digging for more pasta and cheese - my favorite part of this meal.

"So how long do we have before we land?" I casually asked, trying for a conversation.

"About an hour," Julian replied shortly.

And that was the big conversation we had. It almost left me breathless from lack of air - not!

I went back to eating my lasagna and sipping at my water while he stared at every mouthful I had, not with hunger. I concluded halfway through my meal that he was making sure I ate enough for his child too.