Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

Caitlyn flushed and looked away. She curled a hand around her waist. “If you talk, I’m just going to forgive you. That’s not right. It’s not okay, what you’ve been doing. Why don’t you just tell me what you want from me!”

They had the attention of everyone within earshot now. For once, Emrys had an audience he didn’t want at all.

“I want you to be with me,” Emrys said. “I want you to marry me, but you said no before.” He held up a hand when she started to protest. “I know you said that because you thought I didn’t mean it. I know you think that I cheated on you, but I didn’t. Nina’s an actress. She was talking to me about our characters, that’s all. And no, I didn’t tell you about her when I got the part, but that was only because she hadn’t even been cast then! I found out about her when I got to the set.”

“I want to believe you,” Caitlyn said in a shaky voice. “But you’ve lied to me so much. Why didn’t you tell me once you knew?”

“I suppose I don’t really think of Nina that way. But it was more that I was preoccupied with my work by that time. I truly regret that you had to see that picture, and even more that it caused you so much stress.” Emrys sat back on his heels. Caitlyn twisted her fingers in her lap and straightened her back, and it became apparent that she’d put on a little bit of weight since he’d seen her last. That was fine. He had preferred her with a few more curves, anyway. “As for the issue with my mother, I wanted to ease your transition into our family. They can be so picky about small details. The sooner Mother accepts you, the sooner Father will give in and finally grant us permission to marry.”

Emrys took one of her fidgeting hands. “And I want that, Caitlyn. It’s not just about the trust fund. The trust is an irritation, a reminder of the power my father holds over me, but I don’t need it! If I have my career and I have you, I don’t need it at all.”

Caitlyn covered her lips and valiantly fought to hold back her tears.

“As soon as you are ready, Cait, I want you to be my wife. I understand that you might want more time, but I’ve never stopped loving you, either. Though…I haven’t loved you to the best of my ability. I will do better—I swear it. If you’ll let me.”

“I-I, um…” Caitlyn stammered.

She let out a soft sob and tears trickled down her cheeks. Emrys reached up to wipe them away. Suddenly, she grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him fiercely. Applause from the other waiting passengers surrounded them.

“I hate it. I love you so much. I just…” She huffed and shook her head. “I haven’t been honest with you, either. I needed to find the right time, and there never was one!” Her hand took his and squeezed it. “I-I’m pregnant, Emrys.”

Ermys raised both brows high. He couldn’t breathe.

“I’m pregnant,” she repeated, moving his hand to a small bump at her middle, which was hidden by the large sweater she was wearing. “At first, I didn’t know what to think, and then you were out of the country, and I—”

Emrys shot up and kissed her. He took her in his arms and swung her around. His heart was beating so fast and so hard that he thought it might explode, and he never wanted to let her go.

Caitlyn felt a huge weight lifted from her in Emrys’s arms. He wanted the baby, clearly. He wanted her. Even after he set her down, they couldn’t stop kissing each other for some time, until finally, Emrys grabbed her hand and then her bag, and took off.

Within a few minutes, they’d changed their tickets. They were off to Vegas.

Caitlyn managed to clean him up a bit before they found their chapel, and he’d bought her a gauzy off-white dress. She had never imagined when she’d set out the day before that she would be married within 48 hours. And there wasn’t a damn thing Emrys’s meddling parents could do about it.

Emrys carried her into their penthouse suite and placed her on the bed before turning to tip their bellboy. She could barely keep up with everything that had happened. She was deliriously happy, completely uncertain, and at the same time, utterly determined that no matter what, they would make this work.

“There’s my wife,” Emrys declared as he locked the door behind him and looked over her with a smile.

“Mrs. Playboy Prince.”

“Playboy Prince Impregnates Princess and Pisses-off Patriarch,” Emrys said merrily. He kicked off his shoes and strolled over to the bed to take her hand. “We’ve got them now, babe. Not just with that ceremony just now. Mother will absolutely insist that we be officially married in Cabeau.”

“Will it be in that church you showed me?” Caitlyn laid back on her elbows and looked at the slight bulge betrayed by the thin fabric of her dress. “That’s probably where our kid got his or her start.”

Emrys laughed. “I’ll insist on it. A royal wedding. A royal ball.”

“Don’t make me dance,” Caitlyn pleaded.

“You’ll be far too pregnant for that sort of thing. The princess is ‘in a delicate way,’” he said, providing her with her excuse. He leaned over and kissed her belly. “You only dance for me.”

“I do feel a lot more comfortable when you’re my only audience. And if I’m taking my clothes off while I do it. Is that okay for a princess of Cabeau?”

“It’s perfect.”

Emrys moved his hand up her thigh and worked his thumb against her panties. Caitlyn gasped.

“You have to be careful with that! Now that I’m not getting sick anymore, it’s like I’m constantly starving.” Caitlyn smiled as Emrys raised a brow curiously. “You might get your hand bitten down there.”

“I’ll take my chances.”