The Billionaire's Secret Babies

“Can you blame a guy for enjoying the view of his sexy baby mama when she bends over?”

I roll my eyes, though we’re both smirking. “Maybe you’re just using me for my body. And my TV-turning-off-skills.”

“Now, that’s just patently untrue.” He reaches for me, and I step right back across the room into his arms. Let him pull me on top of him and hug my body against his. “If anything, it’s your turning-on skills that I admire.”

Sure enough, he is hardening beneath me. I rub my body against his slowly, grinning. “Hmm. Well. Sadly, you’ll have to hold that thought.” I hop off him and pad across the room to grab a pair of sweats from our closet.

He stares at me, open-mouthed. “You tease.”

“Don’t worry. I just have a quick errand to run.” I wink at him. “Then I’ll be back for more, trust me.”

“Mm. Utter and complete tease,” he adds.

Honestly, I wouldn’t have stopped. But now that I’ve started to wonder, I need to know. I can’t wait to find out.

I can’t wait to tell him, if I’m right.

It’s a quick walk to the drug store. An even quicker walk home, and then just a few minutes in the bathroom. My stomach turns itself in knots the whole time, and I can feel my palms tingle with nervous sweat.

It’s fine, I tell myself. No matter what the results are, we’re happy. The twins, Cassius and I are the happiest family I could ever have asked for. The last 9 months with him have been the best in my life. I couldn’t ask for more.

But we might have gotten it anyway.

Sure enough, a couple of minutes later, the answer to my question lights up on the tiny white stick. Pink plus sign.

I breathe out slowly, my heart racing even faster now. I want to shout for joy. Jump up and down, punch the air, scream out our happiness to the world.

But first, there’s someone I need to share this with.

It feels different than my first time, of course. With the twins, I was ecstatic, thrilled beyond words that the procedure worked. But I saw it coming. I knew it was happening. It was planned, from start to finish—except, of course, for the double-babies rather than one.

Even so, it felt like a plan, something I went for. This, though, it feels like something else.

A miracle.

I pad into the room and find Cassius reading. He has his reading glasses on, which are sexy as hell on him. And good. Those will help.

I tiptoe up to the bed. Slowly climb onto it, until I’m poised over his hips.

“Hey there Daddy,” I say.

He glances up at me over the rim of the reading glasses. Hot professor look, right there. I could eat him up.

But he’s annoyed that I left him earlier. He’s going to make me work for this. “Welcome home, mama,” he says, but then looks right back at his book, pretending he’d rather read than fuck me.

But when I run a hand up his inner thigh, I find him already hard for me. I grin. “Playing hard to get tonight?”

“Turnabout is fair play,” he responds, turning the page.

“True. But I think you’re going to want to pay attention for this.”

His eyes flash to mine, playful, and he sets the book aside slowly. He leaves the glasses on. “Oh, am I?”

“Yes.” I reach up and slip the small white stick into his hand. “Daddy all over again,” I add.

His brow creases. He doesn’t seem to understand. He looks at me, at the stick in his hand, back at me. Then he sits up in bed, alert at once, and holds the stick up to the light.

When he looks at me again, his eyes are wide with wonder, excitement. “Is…” He pauses, his voice choked with emotion.

I’m tearing up too, I realize. Watching him realize this is one of the best moments of my life. One of the most rewarding things that has ever happened to me.

“Is this what I think it is?” he asks in a whisper.

All I can do is nod. My throat is too choked with joy to speak.

Next thing I know, his arms are around me, crushing me to his chest. We’re both crying, kissing, laughing, kissing again.

“How?” he keeps asking me, his eyes wide and wild, like a kid in a candy store. Unable to believe his luck. Our luck.

Our family is going to get one baby bigger.

Or who knows? Knowing our luck with the twins, maybe two.

I laugh and kiss him, hard, on the mouth. “Congratulations,” I whisper to him, and he strokes my hair, gazing at me in that way he has, like I’m the most precious, magical thing to ever happen to him.

“Thank you,” he whispers back. Then we’re kissing again, slower, more intent.

He lays back and pulls me on top of him again, straddling his waist. The whole while, we don’t stop kissing, lost in each other, our lips molded perfectly together.