Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance

I shook my head. "Plenty of women my age have children out of wedlock. It's not shameful anymore. You can fly into DC. With that suit, it really looks like you can afford it. I'll pay for it if you can't. I..."

"You think that you would be allowed to raise my child this far away from me? You're insane. My child is going to grow up where there is fresh air. DC is not the safest or best place for a baby."

I turned to face the window with stony silence. I wasn't ready for this. It was too much in one night.

We got back to my apartment, and he parked the car.

"You don't need to park. Thanks for driving me home. Thanks for taking me to the doctor. I appreciate it." I got out and closed my door.

He followed me into my apartment building. Obstinate man.

"Good night," I said, and I unlocked my door.

He followed me into my apartment.

"Please go away. I don't have the patience for you right now."

"This isn't optional. You are going to be my wife. I already got your dad's consent to marry you."

I glared at him. "Daddy has no say in whom I choose to marry. I do."

"We can get married tomorrow. I can take you home with me."

"No." I shook my head. "You can see the baby as much as you want, but the baby is going to be raised right here in DC. It wasn't bad for me. Virginia is just fine."

His fists clenched. "My child is a Fox. Foxes have always grown up in Wisconsin."

"Your child doesn't have to be a Fox. I am more than capable of taking care of this child on my own."

"You're barely capable of taking care of yourself on your own." He gestured around the apartment. "Look around."

A tear dropped from my eye. "Please go."

"Don't cry."

My tears fell anyway. I sniffed to try to suck it back in.

"You don't need to be here. I'm fine. I will talk to you tomorrow after work."

"Tomorrow isn't going to cut it." He took my shoulders and shook me a little. "Honestly, Amelia, do you really think that you could do a better job raising a baby alone than we could together?"

I stared down at my hands. I needed a new manicure. Were the fumes that you got from nail polish bad for babies?

I felt dizzy and overwhelmed. I didn't know the first thing about babies, but here I was, on my way to having one in seven months anyway.

I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes. "I can't deal with this."

"You have to. This isn't optional. It isn't about you and me. It is about both of us and the baby."

I felt something snap inside of me. "Don't you think that I already know that I am going to have to take care of the baby?"

"Are you going to abort the baby?" His voice was very low. A second of silence passed between us.

"No. That baby is real to me now, and he or she has been since I saw the little body inside of mine on that ultrasound monitor."

A big breath came out of Jimmy in a whoosh. "Good."

I shook my head. "If you think I would kill my own child, you don't know me at all. You should go home."