The billionaire's baby

Chapter-4

Jessica had been so worried about working at the flower shop in her condition, but drawing close to the end of her first trimester, she was enjoying it.

She had no mood swings, and no morning sickness, the only thing that seemed to change was her appetite.

She ate like a whale.

Watering some flowers as she had insisted on Tony staying at home with Sarah since the baby was due anytime now, she hummed along to a song on the radio.

The door dinged just as she was about to launch into her famous moonwalk dance.

"Um, Hello?"

"Coming!"

She hurried to the front of the shop, where she found a lady about a few years younger than she was.

"Hello there. What would you like to get? Or would you want recommendations?"

"I need your freshest set of white roses, please"

"Sure, give me a few minutes, please."

Jessica had barely started assembling the flowers when she heard the lady on the phone, voice trembling with fear.

"Yes, ma'am. Sure, ma'am. Right away, ma'am."

She heard the lady call out and she peeked over the flowery barricade.

"I have a favor to ask, please. Do you do delivery? "

When the mail came in from the Greene brothers, stating that they had signed the partnership contract, Henry almost bawled.

He had worked hard for months and it was finally here. He had done it! He smiled as he remembered the look on the faces of the board members.

They couldn't believe it.

He just had to tidy up the little details and he was going to go home and freshen up, he had a long overdue celebration.

He couldn't wait to brag to his friends.

Tidying took a little longer than usual, and when he heard a knock on his door, he was irritated.

He had sent Steve home early out of excitement. He was beginning to regret it.

"Come in."

"I'm so sorry to barge into your office, I'm here to make a delivery to a Mr Henry Ford. It's from Miss Ella Beckham."

Henry finally looks up from the screen and freezes. It was her.

The girl from the local town.

When Jessica had decided to help out the lady who looked like she could pee her pants at any time, it had never crossed her mind that she would be meeting him again.

The stranger with the beautiful eyes.

"You. It's you, right?"

"Yeah. It's me. The girl from the other night."

"Bu-ut how are you here?"

"Here in New York? Or here as in your office?" Jessica smiled at his flustered state.

"Both. I never thought I would see you again."

"I'm sure. Since you never dropped any contact info"

Jessica suddenly felt upset. She had been stupid and reckless but he made her feel used.

"What? No. That wasn't my intention. I promise."

"You owe me no explanation. I'm just here to make a delivery, nothing more."

"Delivery? I don't understand. You know Ella?"

"I don't. I work at the flower shop, I'm just assisting her assistant with the delivery. Congratulations, Henry."

Hearing her say his name sparked a reaction in him that he had not expected. He was taken back to the sound of her moans as he pounded into her.

"Thank you, um…"

"Jessica. Jessica Bates."

"Jessica," Henry whispered as if testing the sound of her name.

She dropped the flowers on his desk and turned to the door.

"Have dinner with me, Jessica Bates. Please."

"Shouldn't you be having lunch with your fiancee? It's a big day for you."

Jessica walked out the door, hurrying out the office building, while struggling to pull her phone out of her purse.

"Beth? I saw him."

Henry sat, transfixed as he watched her go. He had thought he would never see her again.

He glanced at the flowers and frowned deeply. Ella had sent them. Her father must have told her about the contract.

He needed to see her again. He had to.

He reached for his phone and dialed Ella's number. He had to do this to get to Jessica.

"Hello, Mr Ford. Miss Beckham is in an interview currently. Would you like to leave a message?"

Thank God.

"Oh, no. I'll speak to her later. Did you order the flowers, umm?"

"Alice, sir. I did, on Miss Beckham's orders, of course."

"Thank you so much, Alice. I love them. If you don't mind me asking, where did you get the flowers?"

"I got them from the flower shop several blocks from your office, sir. I can forward you the address. I'm so sorry I couldn't deliver in person. I had to run another errand for Miss Beckham."

"Oh, it's fine. Please do send it. Thank you"

"Anytime, sir. Congratulations once again sir."

Henry grinned, satisfied with himself. He knew where to find her now and he would.

Jessica dragged herself around the shop the next day, she had cried into her pillow till she fell asleep. She was so stupid.

Getting pregnant for an engaged stranger?

This was only getting worse.

She had forced herself out of bed so Sarah wouldn't worry or ask questions.

"You are sure you don't want to talk about it, Jessie?"

She glanced up at Tony and struggled to keep her tears in but it was really hard to do in her condition.

"Oh, come here, honey. It's okay, please don't cry."

Tony held her as she cried softly into his shirt.

"Please calm down, Jessie. Tell me whatever it is and I'll help as much as I can. You know you are a sister to me too."

"So you mean you saw the stranger who got you pregnant? And he is Henry Ford? The Henry Ford?"

"Yes, and yes. I don't know what you mean by The Henry Ford though. He's just a guy."

"No, he's not. Jessie, did you look him up on the internet by chance? "

"Why would I? He's just a guy."

Tony groaned loudly as the doorbell dinged.

"Henry Ford is not just a guy, Jessie. He's the guy."

"Yes, Jessie. I am the guy."

They both look towards the door, gasping as Henry Ford stands there in his glory.