Married to my Ruthless CEO for one night

Chapter 16: Nursery

"You bought the entire store," I said.

Adrian just shrugged. "They had a sale."

A "sale" that filled 3 trucks.

The penthouse looked like a baby store exploded.

Cribs. Rockers. 47 stuffed animals. All white and gray. Very Adrian.

"Did you... pick all this?" I asked.

He looked almost shy. "I googled 'best nursery 2027'. And then 'how to be a dad'."

My heart melted. "Adrian Cole googling how to be a dad?"

"Don't tell anyone," he muttered. "Has a reputation to keep."

We spent the afternoon assembling furniture.

Me, 8 weeks pregnant, reading instructions.

Him, billionaire CEO, on his knees with a screwdriver.

"Left or right?" he asked, holding two crib panels.

"Left," I said.

"Are you sure?"

"No."

He laughed. Actually laughed. "Guess we'll find out."

By sunset, we had a crib. A rocking chair. And a mountain of boxes.

Adrian pulled me into the rocking chair. His arms around me. My back to his chest.

"Close your eyes," he whispered.

I did.

He rocked us. Slow.

"This," he said. "This is what I want. Every night."

My phone buzzed. Not my father. Not Elena.

A text from an unknown number: `Congratulations on the baby. You have no idea what you started. - M`

Adrian saw it. His jaw tightened.

"Who's M?"

I shook my head. "I don't know."

But my hands were shaking.

The fight wasn't over.