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The Billionaire's Baby

By:Ella Cari

The Billionaire's Baby
Ella Cari

Key to My Heart, Book 3

Chapter One

Every day was more complicated than the last.

I sank backwards against the cold tile floor, miserably pressing a damp  towel against my forehead while covering my eyes with shaky fingertips.  My head pounded, my stomach lurched nastily, threatening to puke up  everything I hadn't been able to eat in the past few days.

What did this creature inside of me want?

Guiltily, I lowered the wash cloth from my face and slapped it on the  side of the tub. Easing my back against the smooth edge of the wall, I  ran my fingers down my belly.

"I didn't mean to call you a creature." I murmured gently, stroking my  flesh as though I were stroking the growing head of my child within.

It was about three months along now. Three months since that night with my aloof billionaire husband …

I shook my head, struggling not to think too much about it. Sometimes, though, it was all I could think about.

Sebastian Davis, my reserved but sexy as hell husband of just six months  was untouchable but irresistible. I still couldn't believe how much my  life had changed since last year when he waltzed through the front doors  of my closing bakery and all but demanded my hand in marriage.

Alright, maybe ‘demanded' was the wrong way to put it. I certainly needed his help as much as he requested mine.

Without a wife, Sebastian stood to lose all that he had worked so hard  for, all that he had spent his life dedicated towards achieving. His  extremely lucrative family business would have been taken underhandedly  from between his deserving fingers, and I would have lost the bakery my  parents loved so dearly.

Though I hadn't seen my mom and dad for too long before their unexpected  passing, I just was completely unable to let their dream be sold to the  highest bidder. I'd firmly believed that I needed it stay under my  care. I'd attempted, rather unsuccessfully, to run the place myself.  Unfortunately for me, I was neither a baker nor a business woman, and I  almost lost the entire shop.

Sebastian saved it for me, and I, in turn, saved his wealth. All that  was needed was a simple little wedding certificate. Easy enough, right?

We hadn't meant to sleep together, that'd never been part of the plan.  Our relationship was only about the money. That night had been a rather  unexpected pleasure, and had resulted in a rather unexpected gift.

Now that there was a tiny little Sebastian junior brewing inside of me, did he mean to pass on the business to it?

I hated calling the baby an ‘it.' I couldn't help it though, sometimes  it just slipped out. It would be easier to say whether the coming babe  was a boy or a girl, but at the same time, I didn't want to know the  gender. Sebastian was dying to be told whether we were having a boy or a  girl, but I just didn't want to know.

Though we weren't quite far along enough to know the gender yet, I was  fairly certain I would keep it a mystery until the actual birth.

Maybe I wanted a surprise. Maybe I didn't want to face the reality of the baby coming just yet.

There were certain unavoidable ways I did have to face the reality  though. A nursery was being built, though fortunately Sebastian had  someone other than Alissa in charge of the decorating.

Speaking of Alissa, the sensual she-devil and George Davis, my father in  law, were still rolling full steam ahead with their scandalous  relationship.

Engaged before the divorce between George and Karina was even dry in the  books, we were actually preparing to have their wedding now. It was so  unbelievably strange to be here now, waiting to see Alissa clad in  elegant white. Would she even wear white?

My mother in law still lived with us, and thighs she'd warmed up to me  considerably over the past few months, news of her ex-husband's  engagement had made her sharp and crotchety once more.

In general, I just tried to avoid her as much as possible when she was  in one of those moods. I didn't want to irritate her, not with how  grateful I would be for her company once the baby was here.

Sebastian still worked almost constantly, and in the last few months  since I found I was pregnant, he'd been gone for over half of that time.

It was hard to imagine what life would be like after the baby's birth.

Karina was convinced it was a boy. I'd woken up more than once with her  kneeling over my belly with one of those dangling crystals, trying to  tell which way it was swinging.

"You're carrying like a boy." She would say primly as she watched me  walk into the kitchen in the mornings for my now decaf coffee. There was  nothing I could do but shake my head and walk the other way. I wasn't  even showing yet.

Naturally, she'd been the one to break the baby bearing news to her son.         



He hadn't even taken three steps in the door before she had joyously  attacked him while I was keeled over a toilet, much like now puking out  the entire contents of my inner body. I could hear her squealing about  how happy she was to be a grandmother from down the hall, how she'd  begun to doubt it was ever going to happen.

My mother in law rapturously led Sebastian, who was needless to say  utterly dazed and shocked and confused, to where I'd collapsed on the  bathroom floor, vomit still dribbling out of my mouth.

We'd stared at each other, myself too exhausted to be apologetic and himself too shaken to be showing any emotion at all.

Fortunately Karina had enough excitement for all three of us.

Sebastian had been a bit bipolar since that moment. There were times  when he'd inch closer to peek at my stomach and ask how I was feeling,  and then there were times when he wouldn't talk to me for a week  straight.

I wondered if he doubted the child was his, I wondered what he thought of me, I wondered if he'd ever even wanted children.

We certainly hadn't ever talked about it, we barely talked about anything at all.

The only people I had to talk to were Lewis Carson and Harry Bircham.

Harry, the sweet old former chef of the Davis family who'd taken over as  baker of my shop, was almost as excited for the baby's coming as  Karina. I was glad she had him as an outlet, I'd walked into the shop  numerous times to find them pouring over baby name books or nursery  decoration ideas.

"We can't pick a color, though, can we?" Karina had muttered scathingly,  glaring at me from over the top of the baby book while Harry nervously  chuckled and pulled her attention back to the onesie decorations at  hand.

Lewis, on the other hand, had been much more standoffish since the news  came out. To tell the truth our conversations had been minimal, and only  consisting of bakery talk.

I didn't blame him for withdrawing, of course, though I did miss his  company dearly. But the poor man had confessed the growth of deep  feelings for me just moments before I'd realized I was pregnant. I'm  sure it was confusing for the handsome, blond manager.

Lewis stared at me still, a mix of forlorn affection on his creased brow. His dimples no longer showed when he smiled.

There was a time, last month, when I forgot my jacket and he ran after me with it, throwing it over my shoulders.

"I don't want either of you cold." He'd whispered as he wrapped it  securely around my shoulders, our faces close but not touching, his  fingers brushing against my own.

My feelings for Lewis were complicated at best.

Before his confession, thoughts of his attractiveness and kind heart  lingered in the back of my mind, unrealized and unnoticed. Afterwards,  it was hard not to think of those things.

But I was a married woman. A married, pregnant woman. A married,  pregnant woman who was currently tied with one of the most influential,  wealthy, and arguably sexy men on this planet.

If only that certain man was around a bit more and willing to share his  heart with me … but Sebastian Davis wasn't. And he never would change,  would he?

I'd begged Karina one night, when I was so sick and Sebastian was gone.

Would he ever change? Would he ever be here when I needed him? Would he ever truly see me?

But my mother in law had none of those answers. No one could answer  those questions but Sebastian, and I was too much of a coward to try and  force him to be straight with me.

A sudden sigh from the room attached to the bathroom I crouched in set  me quiet once more, glancing towards the closed door that separated the  huge room of our hotel and the bathroom.

The young billionaire was out there, right now, so close and so far, asleep in the bed that we'd shared the night prior.

I was glad to be out of the mansion, and glad to be on a private,  beautiful island, though not particularly glad of the circumstances.

Alissa and George's wedding would be tomorrow afternoon, though I wasn't  even sure I'd be able to make it through the whole thing without a barf  bag.

I hadn't realized how much I'd come to depend on Karina's company until  she wasn't with me, even for just the week that we would be out of town.  Now that I was stuck on this island without her, I wished she was here.

With my own mother gone, Karina's time spent with me was a relief. The  woman was surprisingly comforting in the middle of a migraine, always  understanding of oddball cravings, and motherly in a way that almost  eased the void in my heart that had become larger since discovering I  was pregnant.