She's Mine: A Billionaire Second Chance Romance

by Kira Blakely

“I’m sure Mr. Gomez would be thrilled as well.”

  “Oh, there’s no Mr. Gomez.” I put the picture down on my lap. “At least, none that I know of. I’m not married.”

  “But you have a boyfriend?”

  “Well, I used to,” I confess.

  Suddenly, it occurs to me that I have to tell Grant. I have to tell Grant we’re having a baby.

  “I won’t ask about the details. That’s not my job.” He raises his hands as he goes back to his chair. “But let me tell you that pregnancy can be a difficult journey and birth is a challenging event. It helps if you don’t make the journey alone.”

  ***

  I’m… pregnant, huh?

  I still can’t get used to the word, still baffled by the news as I step into the elevator of my apartment building.

  All the way home, I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop imagining myself with a big tummy, my arms with an infant. I can’t stop trying to imagine my child. Will it be a boy or a girl? Will it have blue eyes or black? Will it be smart? Will it be strong?

  I’m excited to find out, excited to begin this journey of motherhood that I know will last all my life. At the same time, though, I’m scared.

  What if I’m not cut out for this? I know a lot of things, and I know a thing or two about taking care of babies because I took some babysitting jobs when I was in high school. That doesn’t mean I’m prepared, though, and I’m not sure I can do everything by myself.

  It helps if you don’t make the journey alone.

  So, do I get back together with Grant then?

  I’m still wondering about that when the elevator doors open, deep in thought as I walk down the hallway, which is why I don’t realize I have a guest until I’m just two feet away from her.

  “Marjorie?” My eyebrows furrow.

  “Abby.” Marjorie gives me a hug. “Oh, I’ve missed you. The kitchen just doesn’t seem the same without you.”

  “I missed you, too.” I squeeze her tighter, realizing I’ve needed a hug since Dr. Norwood told me the news and I couldn’t very well hug him. “It’s good to see you.”

  Then I step back. “Wait. Grant didn’t send you, did he?”

  Marjorie shakes her head. “It’s my day off. I came to see you because I was worried about you. I’ve brought some pies.” She lifts a paper bag off the floor. “Both savory and sweet.”

  “Including your signature salted caramel apple pie?” I ask hopefully, suddenly craving it.

  Marjorie nods. “Including that.”

  “Oh, you’re an angel.” I open the door to my apartment. “Come in. I’ve got something to tell you.”

  I don’t just need a hug. I need someone to share the news with and Marjorie’s just perfect.

  She gives me a puzzled look as she picks up her bag and steps in. “You know, I thought you’d be very upset but you seem… happy.”

  “I am happy.” I close the door. “I’m happy because–” I rub my hands and take a deep breath, “—I’m pregnant.”

  Marjorie puts down the bag in her hand, her eyes wide as she stares at me. “You’re pregnant?”

  I rub my belly. “I am. I just came from the doctor.”

  “Wow.” Her jaw drops.

  “That was my reaction exactly.”

  She starts jumping. “Oh, my God. You’re pregnant.” She hugs me again, both of us jumping. “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you.”

  “Thank you. I could definitely use a friend right now.”

  Speaking of friends, maybe I should call Lindsey. She didn’t really do anything wrong, after all, and she’s probably worried about me. I’m sure she’ll be thrilled, too.

  Abruptly, Marjorie stops, her hands on my shoulders. “Grant doesn’t know, does he?”

  I shake my head then sigh as I sit on the couch. “I have to tell him, don’t I?”

  Marjorie sits beside me and holds my hand. “I hate to say this but you do. A child needs a father and as much as possible, he should have one.”

  Don’t I know it? I may not want to count on Grant, but I do want my child to have a father to count on – a luxury I never had.

  And that’s not all.

  She squeezes my hand. “That doesn’t mean you have to get back together with Grant, though, unless you want to. Do you want to?”

  I nod. The more I think about it, the more I want someone to go on this journey with, someone to share experiences and memories of my child with.

  I want someone to share my life with.

  “But I’m scared, Marj. I’m scared that he might manipulate me again.”

  “If it’s any help, he looks very remorseful lately.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “He does?”

  “And miserable. And he hardly eats my food. I think he’s really sorry for what he did to you, Abby.”

  “So, you think I should give him another chance?”

  “If you love him, you should.”

  “Even if that could be another chance to hurt me?”

  “I’m not saying he’ll never hurt you again. People hurt each other. That’s inevitable. But judging from what I’ve seen, he doesn’t like hurting you, and he wants to make the pain go away. As long as he keeps doing that, I think the two of you will be fine. You’ll hurt and heal together. That’s what a relationship is all about, right?”

  I have to admit she has a point. All those men who hurt my mother, they never looked back. And Grant never did, either, until now.

  “If you can’t trust Grant again, trust the love you feel for each other. As long as there’s love, you can make things work.”

  I narrow my eyes at her. “You really do give good advice. Do you know that?”

  “I know I’m a good cook.” She takes one of her pies out of her bag and unwraps it.

  “Mmm.” I close my eyes as the smell hits my nostrils. “I’ll go get a spoon.”

  On my way to the kitchen, I pass by the full-length mirror and I stop, staring at my reflection. My bump doesn’t show yet. In fact, nothing about me has changed on the outside. But I know I do have another person inside me. And that knowledge gives me fresh courage.

  The courage to love. The courage to trust.

  The courage to take another chance.

  I don’t need Grant. I can raise this child all by myself. But I do want him.

  It takes two…

  Suddenly, I can’t wait to tell him the good news.

  ***

  “Abby?” Grant looks at me in disbelief as I enter the den where it seems like I’ve interrupted his practice, a violin tucked under his chin.

  “I didn’t know you played the violin,” I say, walking toward him with my hands behind my back.

  He puts down the instrument. “I took lessons when I was a child.”

  Of course, he did.

  “I thought you escaped your lessons.”

  He shrugs. “I didn’t always succeed.”

  I stand in front of him and stretch out my hand. “May I?”

  He lifts the violin, letting me run my hand over the smooth wood and the strings.

  Amazing. I’ve always wanted to play the violin but I never had the money for lessons and when I finally had the money, I no longer had the time.

  “I haven’t played for years but it seems like I still remember the basics.”

  I glance at his music sheet, my eyes growing wide at the title – “All I Ask of You.”

  “I was going to surprise you and serenade you,” he explained. “But I guess I can’t do that anymore.”

  “Not the surprise but you can still do the serenade.” I take my hands off the violin.

  He sets it down on a table. “What are you saying? Are you… giving me another chance?”

  I hear the hope in his voice. I see it in his eyes.

  He does love me.

  I put my hands together, squeezing my fingers. “Well, you did say you were sorry, after all. And you did defy your grandfather. And…?”

  “And?” He lifts h
is eyebrows.

  I take a deep breath. “And I do want to make this work. I did say I wasn’t going to end up like my mother.”

  He smiles, reaching for my hand. “You’re not. We’re going to do what our mothers didn’t. We’re going to seize what they didn’t get to have. That’s how we’ll honor them.”

  “And also, because I want to be with you.” I look into his eyes. “I love you, Grant.”

  He kisses my hand and then strokes my cheek. “And I love you, Abby.”

  He leans forward to kiss me and as much as I want him to, I pull away, remembering my important announcement.

  “Oh, and one more thing.” I take his hand and place it on my belly. “We’re going to have a baby.”

  Chapter 14

  Grant

  A baby?

  A while ago, I wanted to rub my eyes to make sure Abby was real and I wasn’t just seeing things. Now, I feel like shaking my ears to make sure I heard her right.

  We’re going to have a baby? She’s pregnant?

  “Apparently, I’ve been pregnant for five weeks now,” she says, looking at her belly. “You won’t feel Baby yet but it’s there in the oven all right.”

  She takes out something from her pocket and hands it to me. “This is Baby’s first picture.”

  I look at it, my heart stopping as my gaze rests on that tiny speck of white.

  My child. A child with Abby.

  I never imagined myself being a father, never having had one. Now that I am one, though, I can feel nothing inside me but pride and excitement.

  And even more love for Abby.

  Setting the picture down, I cup Abby’s face in my hands and kiss her. She places her hands around my neck, matching my passion as she parts her lips and lets her tongue tangle with mine.

  Fuck, I’ve missed kissing her.

  I’ve missed her taste. I’ve missed her smell. I’ve missed the feel of her body against mine.

  I’ve missed her.

  I thought I’d lost her but now she’s here for real, for good. And she’s carrying our baby.

  Sliding my hands down to her neck and then resting them on her shoulders, I kiss her harder, swallowing her gasps and muffling her moans. The warmth turns into heat, running through my veins like molten lava, spreading through my body like wildfire.

  I want to fuck her on the divan, into the divan, right now. My cock is twitching in approval, but I tell myself there’s no rush. Now that she’s chosen to be with me, we have endless opportunities to savor each other’s bodies, to give and take pleasure. Right now, though, it’s not about the pleasure. It’s about commitment.

  I want Abby to know that I’m never going to let her slip through my fingers again and that she can count on me to take care of her and the baby.

  My hand stroking her hair and the other on the small of her back, I pull her closer to me then take her hand and place it on my back. I want her to feel all of me, to feel that I’m all hers.

  She puts her other hand on my back as well and when they both slide down to playfully squeeze my butt, I let out a moan, my cock quivering inside my boxers.

  I still can’t believe that she’s mine.

  I pull off her shirt and pin her against the wall as I kiss her again. Harder.

  I seal her mouth with mine, my lips crushing hers, my tongue dancing with hers.

  I cup her breasts through her bra then push the small piece of clothing out of the way so that I can feel her bare breasts in my palms.

  Abby shivers, tearing her lips away from mine and throwing her head to one side as she lets out a loud moan. I kiss her ear as I knead the mounds of flesh in my hands, licking the lobe and sucking on it. Then I nip the sensitive skin lightly as I rub her nipples. More moans escape from her mouth, sharp gasps in between as she trembles.

  “I read my breasts were going to be more sensitive,” she says after one gasp. “But I didn’t think they would be this sensitive.”

  “How sensitive?” I ask as I twist her nipples gently.

  She cries out.

  “Any other changes I should know about?” I ask.

  “The hormones,” she answers, panting. “I might just suddenly cry or I might just feel like slapping you when you walk into a room.”

  I frown. “I hope not.”

  She puts out a finger. “And one more thing.”

  “What?”

  She moves her mouth near my ear. “I’m hornier.”

  As if to prove her point, she grabs the bulge in my crotch.

  “Fuck!”

  “I think we’re going to have to watch the language from now on,” she says, pulling my shirt and pushing me against the wall, reversing our positions.

  She takes off my shirt then the button of my pants. Then she kneels on the carpet to pull down the zipper with her teeth before licking my cock through my boxers.

  Oh, fuck.

  “You know, some smells and tastes make me want to throw up now but this…” She takes my cock out, sniffing it before licking the tip.

  “Fuck, Abby!” I throw my head and beat my fist against the wall.

  She gives me a reprimanding look. “What did I say about language?”

  “You can’t expect me to behave when you’re not,” I tell her.

  “Oh, but I’m being very good,” she says, the mischief in her grin matching that glint in her eyes. “Very good.”

  Then she grips my hips and takes my whole cock inside her mouth.

  Fuck…

  If she’s going to be this horny for the next nine months, I’ll have to think of other curses.

  Heaven help me.

  Just when I feel like the wall behind me is about to crack under my fists, Abby releases my cock. She gets up, takes off her pants and underwear and lies down on the divan, spreading her legs for me.

  And I’d like nothing more than to bury my wet, aching cock between them.

  But not yet.

  Taking off my pants, I climb on top of her, kissing her until she’s out of breath, moaning when I taste myself on her tongue.

  Oh, I can’t get enough of that wicked mouth, but that’s only my starting point.

  Reluctantly abandoning her lips, I kiss her neck, sucking on a patch of skin that makes her moan. Then I suck on her breasts, her back arching in response.

  “Shit.”

  I grin against her skin. “I thought we were going to watch our language.”

  “Forget it. Our baby can’t hear it anyway, and I’ll make sure he or she never will.”

  “Whatever you say.” I continue sucking on her breasts then lick her nipples before tugging on them with my lips.

  She cries out, her body shivering as her nails dig into my skin.

  “Hurry, Grant.”

  It’s an order but I ignore it, teasing her nipples a little more before moving to the soft curve of her belly.

  Right now, it still looks the same. But within weeks, it will get bigger as our baby grows.

  “Will you still want me when my tummy is as big as a chimpanzee’s?” Abby asks, lifting her head to look at me. “When I’m as big as an elephant?”

  “I’ll still want you even when you’re as big as a whale,” I tell her, showering gentle, reverent kisses around her belly button.

  I know her body will change. A lot. But she’ll always be beautiful to me.

  I move lower, planting a kiss on top of her curls before teasing the nub hidden there. Then I move to her thighs, sucking and licking the insides.

  “Grant!”

  Sensing her impatience, I grip her thighs and kneel between her legs.

  “You sure it’s all right?” I ask her, suddenly concerned.

  “Yes.” She pushes her hips against me.

  Even so, I try to be gentle, pushing in slowly.

  Fuck, she’s tight. And warm. And soft. And my cock gets even harder, raging to experience all those delights.

  Just a little more.

  Once I’m completely inside her, I press a kiss to
Abby’s temple but she cups my face and pulls my lips down on hers. Afterward, she nips my earlobe as she gives me a squeeze.

  “Fuck me like you mean it.”

  Oh, what the hell. I start thrusting and Abby stops talking, her speech reduced to gasps and moans as she squeezes her eyes shut and thrashes against the divan.

  After just a few thrusts, she grips the edges of the chair as she lets out a cry, shuddering. I move faster, pounding into her. I throw my head back and give one last, deep thrust as my cock finally gets its release, spurting and quivering inside her.

  As soon as I’ve caught my breath, I quickly pull out and climb off her, not wanting to crush her. I slump against the bean bag instead, catching my breath.

  Abby gets off the divan and joins me on the floor, resting her head on my shoulder.

  “I have to say... I like this pregnant you,” I tell her.

  “You’re saying that now. Just wait a few months.”

  “I will.” I place my hand on her belly again, stroking it.

  “Do you want a boy or a girl?” she asks.

  “I think I’d like a boy, but it doesn’t really matter.”

  “Really?” She lifts her head and looks at me with creased eyebrows. “I thought you’d want a little girl to pamper.”

  “Nah. She’ll boss me around.”

  Abby chuckles, entwining her fingers with mine as she rests her head on my shoulder again. “Whatever happens, promise me we’re not going to make our children into something they’re not, that we’re going to love them no matter what.”

  “You don’t need to tell me that.”

  She lifts her head again. “Oh, and promise me you’ll be there for the next check-up next month.”

  “Sure,” I assure her, pressing my lips against the back of her hand. “I’ll be there for every check-up.”

  I don’t want to miss any step of our baby’s development or any milestone. I’ll be with Abby every step of the way.

  “Have you chosen a doctor?” I ask her.

  “Yes. I’ll be seeing Dr. Norwood.”

  ***

  Brett Norwood.

  I’ve read that he’s one of the top obstetrician-gynecologists in the country and that he’s known all over the world so I understand why Abby chose him.