Knocked Up on Valentine's Day: A Single Dad Billionaire Romance

by Amy Brent

  “I’m happy too, Whitt.” Knowing his heart was full of happiness for me and the baby made my chest swell with pride. I loved him so much, and now we had something to share with one another.

  I’d let him have his way and behave, not fighting him when he wanted to take care of me, and for once I’d finally have something that I’d never dreamed I could have; a family of my own.

  Chapter 23

  Whitt

  Gemma was an amazing girl, and I couldn’t wait to have her big and pregnant beneath me, and the vision was clear in my mind as I filled her up.

  That’s what had gotten me into the situation in the first place, but it felt so amazing sinking into her and dousing her with my seed, that I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t like she’d get any more pregnant and while I felt a bit guilty for not being more responsible and putting her in the situation, I know, I’d probably do it all over again the same way even though my life was basically screwed. Gemma deserved better too.

  She yawned and fell against me. “Are you feeling bad?”

  “Just weak.” She ground her hips and smiled as if she wanted me to know she was still hungry for more.

  “Let’s go shower. It will make you feel better.” I stood and lifted her up to carry her.

  “That sounds good.” She let out a sigh, and I relaxed in my arms. “Besides, I can’t have you falling asleep with your mouth full.” I laughed a wicked laugh, and she giggled.

  I put her down once in the bathroom, and as she leaned over to turn on the shower, I slid my hand between her cheeks and under to cup her mound. She was still slick and wet, and when I slid my fingers in she was loose from my cock stretching her.

  She moaned and steadied herself against the shower wall, and I stepped inside and offered a hand.

  “I want more.” She reached down and stroked my cock, and it swelled even bigger in her grasp.

  “Take it then.” I put my hands behind my back, and instead of her kneeling down and sucking me, she put her arms around my shoulders and lifted herself up, balancing her feet on the sides of the tub, and centering herself before working down on it.

  I brought my hands around her waist and steadied her. “Gemma, be careful.” She weighed so little that I lifted her up and pushed her back against the shower wall, thrusting myself deeply, brushing my cock against her g-spot which was still puffed and prominent from before.

  She moaned and leaned on me, melting against me as if we were fused; still worn out from the strenuous morning. And just when I thought she’d lost all of her energy, her orgasm had her holding on tighter and grinding against me.

  Her channel pulsed around my cock and I poured into her, pulling her down so hard against me, her nails dug into my back as she cried out. I pulled out and washed her little slit, my load dripping into my hand before then washing down the drain.

  “Let’s get to your bed,” I said as she leaned against me. I walked her on lazy legs, her own as clumsy and awkward as a baby giraffe’s, to the bedroom.

  She climbed into bed and snuggled down into the covers as I stretched out beside her. It was the middle of the day, but I knew she’d soon drift to sleep, so I stroked her back.

  As I stared at her peaceful body, I couldn’t help but think she had a long road ahead and I was grateful that she’d decided to keep the baby. I just wasn’t sure I was ready to be a father again.

  I heard the soft purr of her breathing and glanced over to find her sleeping. I had wanted to stay with her until she was settled, but I really needed to get back to work.

  Ashley was coming to the office to talk to me about her resignation. After the incident with Gemma, she’d changed her mind on our sexual arrangement. I couldn’t blame her, and though I hadn’t been so sure it was the best thing last week when she first hinted, with Gemma’s situation, I knew it was right all along.

  I kissed her cheek and sat up, and there on the bedside table was a tablet with a pencil resting on it and a half-drawn smudgy image.

  I leaned across and pulled the book to my lap and flipped through the pages. Gemma was a talented artist, and I couldn’t get over the attention to detail she’s put into the sketches which looked to be drawings similar to one of my spas. I turned the page to find another of a gorgeous pool and fountain, and one with a grand entrance that was unlike anything I’d seen. If Ashley did go through with her resignation, I just might be in the market for a new designer. And Gemma just might have a job.

  I leaned over and put the tablet back in place, hoping not to disturb her, but her face twisted, and she winced as I eased her back in place.

  “Are you okay, Gemma? You look a bit green.” I had no sooner said the word, when she crawled from the bed, still naked with damp hair, and hurried to the bathroom. I hated to leave her. I got up and pulled on my pants, but before I could make it into the bath to check on her, I heard her front door open.

  Someone had a key to her house, and it could only be one person. Gemma heaved, and I turned around contemplating where to go as Lila’s voice rang out.

  “Gemma? It’s me, Lila. I just came by to—

  I stopped in my tracks as our eyes met and the shock on her face was pure horror as she looked me up and down. My hair was damp, and I had only put my pants on. My underwear lay on the floor beside me, and I wasn’t wearing a shirt. There was no way I could deny anything, no more lies, no more excuses, the truth was out. I’d always known that one day one of my lies, which were solely in place to protect my daughter, would come out.

  “Daddy?” She stepped forward and picked up my shirt which was close to the bed. “What’s going on? You are sleeping with Gemma?” Her mouth hung open, and she shook her head. Tears filled her eyes as she threw my shirt at me.

  I held out my hands in a calming motion. “I can explain,” I said the words, but I had no idea what the hell I was going to say to fix any of it. It was a bad deal all around, and no matter how I tried to explain it, someone was going to get hurt.

  She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, looking so much like her mother that for a moment I felt as if I’d cheated on her. “Save it, Daddy! You’ve done nothing but lecture me about Daniel and our age difference, and you’re sneaking around with Gemma who is my age!” She wrapped her arms around her stomach and stared at the floor.

  “Mother would be sick,” she whispered. Then she met my eyes with a defiant glare. “I’m moving out, and I’m marrying Daniel, Daddy, and there’s nothing you can do or say about it.” She pointed to the floor and stomped her foot, and I was one second from taking her over my knee and giving her a spanking. I’d done it a few times in her childhood and decided that type of punishment didn’t suit me.

  Anger had my blood pumping, and though I knew she’d been upset to see me there, she was not going to talk to me that way. “Watch your tone, Lila. I’m still your father.”

  “Father? What a joke! You’re sleeping with my best friend who you practically raised no less.” She narrowed her eyes. “How long has this been going on?” She flashed me a burning look so full of ire that I was shocked I didn’t drop dead.

  The awkwardness stretched out as I paused. “Since I hired her on at the office.” I wasn’t going to dignify her with an explanation of our first kiss and decided if Gemma wanted to fess up on that one, she could. “You’re not up and moving nowhere, young lady. We’ll talk more about this when Gemma feels better.” She was heaving on the other side of the door, which she’d pushed shut upon hearing Lila’s voice.

  Lila spun and glared at me. “I suppose you are going to threaten me now and take away my trust fund? Disinherit me? Well, it’s happening regardless, Daddy, because I’m pregnant!”

  It took me a moment to register the words and then my eyes narrowed, and she took a step back. “Lila.” My baby was pregnant, and so was Gemma? How could this be happening all at once? I knew I couldn’t be angry considering, so I stepped forward and pulled her into my arms. She was stiff a moment and then she collapsed against me,
tears pouring from her eyes and splashing my bare chest.

  She pulled away and stared at the floor wiping her eyes. “I’m so scared, Daddy.” I hated hearing the words from her mouth and hoped that Daniel had been at least as good a sport as I had been. “I love him, Daddy. I just want you to love him too. I don’t want to bring my baby into the world where the two men that mean most to me can’t get along. Daniel’s willing to try; he just wants to be accepted by you. He knows how important it is to me.” She pulled back and stared at my bare chest. She looked like she was struggling to find her next words. “Do you love—

  The bathroom door creaked open, and it took a minute to see that Gemma was in trouble. She’d pulled on a bathrobe, but hadn’t had the strength to tie it before she stumbled out seemingly incoherent and collapsed.

  Lila screamed and headed across the room, and thankfully, Gemma wasn’t banged up much, but for a skinned spot on her chin.

  “We’ve got to get her to the doctor. She’s stone-cold, and with her being sick, she could be dehydrated.” Lila moved fast and grabbed Gemma some clothes as I got my own back on. Then I scooped her up and ran to the car as fast as I could.

  She roused about halfway to the emergency room, but I was not turning around, not with my baby on board. Lila had tried to push a little water from the sports bottle she’d taken from her purse, and she got her take a few sips.

  “I’m sorry, Lila,” she whispered, but Lila shook her head. The two were piled in the backseat like they had been as teens when I’d take them to the mall. And I glanced back in the rearview almost expecting to see my daughter as my little girl.

  “You could have told me. Now hush and save your strength.” Being a forgiving person, I had a feeling that Lila wouldn’t stay angry long and when she heard about the baby, I knew she was going to be excited. So, I hoped. But I wasn’t going to tell her until we both could, but all I worried about from the moment Gemma hit the floor, was if she’d lose the baby.

  Chapter 24

  Gemma

  I didn’t know what had happened to me when I roused in the bed and felt Whitt leaning over me. I’d caught the crinkle of the paper and figured he was looking at the sketches I kept by my bed. It had been my nightly ritual to sketch a design, and as of late most of mine had been in reference to hotels and resorts.

  As soon as Whitt’s weight had shifted around me, it was like I’d suddenly lost my balance only I was lying down.

  I’d been so queasy, and though I was alert when I’d heaved, nothing had come out. I’d already expelled all I had in me, and there was nothing left. My mouth was dry as a bone, and I coughed, and my throat felt like I’d swallowed sand.

  I remembered the moment Lila had arrived and how I’d heard them arguing, and it was all so hazy and hard to tell what was a reality. By the time I heard something about a baby, I couldn’t tell what was being said or comprehend, but I thought that Lila knew all about me being pregnant.

  In the car when I tried to apologize, I knew she was disappointed in me and if I hadn’t been in such terrible shape, I knew that burning in her eyes would have been anger against me.

  I never wanted to disappoint her, and I’d been so selfish in my actions that I couldn’t blame her if she decided that we couldn’t be friends anymore. She deserved better than a friend like me. I’d targeted her father since we were younger, and though I loved him dearly, I should have stayed away.

  I felt the car lurch as we stopped and then everything was moving very quickly. Whitt reached in the backseat to scoop me up, and Lila hurried out of the opposite side to find a wheelchair which they quickly put me in and wheeled me inside. Lila pulled me to a stop in front of the front desk, but Whitt did the talking.

  “Yes, she collapsed at home. She’s been sick with a stomach flu.” He waited until Lila stepped away and leaned in closer to the nurse. “She’s in the early weeks of pregnancy as well.” The nurse’s eyes lit up and her lip curled in disgust, but she didn’t react.

  “Whitt?” My voice was gravelly from the heaving and lack of something to drink, but Lila stepped in and gave me a bottle of water.

  “Here drink this slowly.”

  I did as she said, not wanting to create an argument, as the nurse came around and waved us into a triage area.

  “Daddy, stay with her. I’m going to make a phone call. Daniel will want to know that I’ll be a while.” I glanced to Whitt expecting him to say something, but he nodded and placed his hand on my shoulder.

  “I’m not leaving her side. I’ll have you go home and grab a few of her things later if you will?”

  “Of course, I will. Gemma is my best friend, remember?” She gave her father a hard glare and disappeared down the hall.

  “I’m just going to get your vitals, and I want to draw some blood.” The nurse moved her hands quickly to her blood pressure cuff and strapped it on, and in two shakes she had it pumping. She poked at my arm and then had me open up for a thermometer. I had taken my temperature so many times in the past few days, that the underside of my tongue was raw.

  Whitt cleared his throat. “She’s had morning sickness, and we’re afraid she might have dehydrated.”

  She felt around on my arm and then glanced up to my lips, which were dry too. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I’ve got a room ready for her, and we’ll start her an IV and get her some fluids going.

  “Why can’t I just drink more?” I didn’t want to have a shot or especially an IV in my arm.

  “This is much better, and besides, with you being pregnant, you don’t want to put you or the baby at risk. Dehydration is very dangerous, and it takes over very quickly. She pulled some supplies out of the drawer and Whitt pinched my chin and had me look at him.

  “Don’t think about it, baby. It will all be over soon.” It was sweet of him to try and make it all better, but nothing was going to do the trick. Not until that needle was away from me.

  The nurse chuckled. “Honey, you should get used to needles, especially since you’re having a baby.” Whitt narrowed his eyes and turned his nose at the woman.

  She changed the subject, and I could only think it was to take my mind off the needle. “Once we get you back, we’ll do a pelvic exam and make sure that everything is okay with the pregnancy.”

  Whitt’s hand came down on mine as tears filled my eyes. “It’ll be fine.”

  It was strange how quickly I’d gotten used to the fact that I was responsible for a tiny life inside me, how much I cared for the little person I’d never met, simply because it was a part of me. I held out my arm and let her put the IV in, and I didn’t even cry.

  Lila returned about the time they brought me into the room, and she let out a long breath as she saw her father put his arm around me. He didn’t seem to care if it offended her, and though I didn’t want to upset her, I was proud that he’d at least been there for me without letting Lila’s opinion of him change the way he’d treat me.

  The two were sent out while I was examined and though Whitt offered to stay if I needed him, it was something I wanted to do without an audience. I couldn’t imagine Whitt seeing me on a table with my legs in stirrups and it not be for some sexual reason, and I tried not to think that the doctors might see I had just had sex not more than a couple of hours earlier. Whitt’s cock usually stretched me too much.

  After the exam, they brought Lila and Whitt back into the room, and the doctor explained the findings. “Everything looks good. Sometimes during this phase of morning sickness, women will lose too much fluid, and when that happens, it’s easy for to get dizzy when you get up too fast. She’s in a lethargic state, and I’d imagine if she’d done anything rigorous, she might have made things worse.” The doctor stared at Whitt, and he gave me an apologetic look.

  I glanced over at Lila who was glaring at her father. She slapped on a big smile for the doctor when he said goodbye and then when the door was shut, she spun around and flipped out.

  “She’s pregnant? How could you not tell me?
Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” She looked at me. “You could tell me anything, Gemma. We’ve always been friends. And you, when I said to find a nice young woman, well, I didn’t mean Gemma!” She let out a long breath, and I choked up. I was barely producing tears as I cried.

  “It happened about as planned as your own, I’d guess.” Her face reddened, and she looked at me and shrugged.

  I cleared my throat. “Wait, you just said yours. You’re pregnant too?” I closed my eyes and smiled.

  “Yeah, when I said I wanted to grow up and raise our kids together, I didn’t think yours would be my siblings.” She shook her head and then closed the distance between her and my bed.

  “I’m sorry, Lila. It just happened. I love him.” I couldn’t expect her to understand or accept it. To her, it probably seemed unnatural.

  “I know you do. You’re the most genuine person I know, but.” She looked me in the eyes and shook her head, and I thought that was it, the moment when she’d tell me how horrible I was. How I’d taken advantage of her friendship and that things would never be the same. But she just laughed. “Aren’t we a pair?” She sat on the side of my bed. “We’re going to be mothers. Look out world, here comes our children.”

  “You don’t hate me?” I felt the sting of my tears wanting to produce.

  “No, I am a little jealous. But only because I’m going to have to vie the little brat for my father’s attention. I mean, I always wanted a brother or sister, but I’d wanted one I could pick on, not one that was young enough to be my kid.” She was pulling a classic Lila; making jokes to lighten the mood.