The Billionaire’s Baby Mama

May's POV Being a mother is not a joke, sure everyone talks about how happy a thing it is, how It’s a great source of joy, how rewarding is it, Sure. But no one really talks about how scary it is. How frightening it is when your kids get sick, how nerve racking it is when they act out, how a mother worries about her kids happiness, how she strives for their protection. Imagine being a single mother and having to go through that alone. Maybe not all mothers are like that, but I am. It’s why I am about to call him, even after everything. It’s why I’m about to reveal my secret to him. I want the best for my children, i want them to be safe and feel the safety. it’s the reason I work as much as I do to ensure they get the best. I pick up my phone and dial the number I know by heart. He picks on the first ring. "Benjamin Carter.” "Hey, it’s me. Let’s meet up.” "Who is-, May?. May, Wow, how long has it been?” "Four years. It’s been four years. I’ll come by your office on Friday. Is 10 o’clock okay?” "Excuse me?. I don’t understand. I haven’t heard from you in about five years and all of a sudden you wanna meet up tomorrow?,”His smooth voice replies. "Yes. And whose fault is that, uhm?, you ended things.” "Because of what you did.” "Listen Benjamin, I can’t do this on the phone. Your office, tomorrow by 10 o’clock.” I say keeping the anger out of my voice. "I can’t do tomorrow. I’m busy.I’ll let you know when I’ll be available.” I smirk, "I’m sure you can reschedule whatever it is. This is more important.” "Give me one good reason why I should let you get pass security. Tell me, why should I let you into my building after everything you did?.” I roll my eyes at the barely restrained anger in his voice. I want to scream and shout, I want to let go of the hate I felt after being wronged by him, I want to throttle him over the damn phone but I control myself. For them. For my kids. I take a deep breath, "I’m just going to say it, I don’t care about how you are going to feel about it, I don’t care about doing the right thing. I want you to meet our kids.” There is silence on the phone, I know he’s still on the line, he was always too polite, he wouldn’t end the call just like that. Not after that tidbit. I give him thirty seconds to absolve the bomb I just drop. "I don’t think I heard that right.” I sigh, "I didn’t stutter Benjamin. You heard me right. Our kids. You and I. We have two kids. Two beautiful Angels. We will be there tomorrow by 10 o’clock.” I hang up. One, two, three, four... immediately the phone rings. I pick without checking, I know he’d call back almost immediately. "WHOSE KIDS?” He bellows down the line. "Our kids.” I calmly reply "OUR KIDS!. May, we haven’t seen or heard from each other in about five years.” "I know. They are four years old.” "Four years old....” His voice cracks, "That can’t be right. No. You wouldn’t.” "Same way I thought you wouldn’t do what you did five years ago?” I smooth reply. "No. It’s not the same. It’s not the same and we both damn well know it.” "Are you sure?” "f**k YOU MAY!” He shouts and continues with a long string of curses. I begin humming to myself as he goes on. "May! Listen to me!” He shouts after noticing the humming. I smile, "oh, you done already?.” "Where are you?” He asks in a deceitfully calm voice as if he wasn’t the one raining curses a second ago. I call it his "Devil” voice. He uses it to spread a false sense of calm to his target, he beguiles the target into thinking everything is fine and all is bright, then he strikes and swipes the floor from them. He used to only that voice only in the boardroom. I sit straighter, "Don’t take that tone with me Benjamin. I know what you’re trying to do. It’s not going to work on me. I’m in charge here. I hold all the cards here, I make the terms in this arrangement.” Another sigh of restrained anger, "Okay, let’s assume I believe you. That you had my children. Why now?, why are you just letting me know about them?” "Because I knew they were better off without you in their lives.” His voice soften a little, "May. How could you do this to me?, you let me loose out on four years of their lives. You know how I felt about children. Hell. I don’t even know if they are girls or boys. I don’t even know if they are indeed mine as you say. I know nothing.” "Doesn’t feel good, does it?, being kept in the dark.” I pause for dramatic effect, I am enjoying this more than I should. "They are twins. A girl and Boy. Amanda and Alistair. Don’t bother asking Clyde to dig for more information, he won’t find any. They have no trails, I made sure of that.” "Four years. Four damn long years and this is all the information I get?. You have to do better than this. I want more important.” He demands. "That’s the thing here, I do not have to do anything. You are in no position to make demands.” "Damn May, what happened to you?” He sounds genuinely curious, "You weren’t as callous as this five years ago.” "You happened. You did this to me, you made me this was way. Don’t tell me you’re surprised Benjamin. After everything?” "I- you-" He sounds shocked "Save it. Friday. 10 o’clock. And don’t call me.” I hang up.