Page 103 of The Wrong Billionaire
“If there’s a cross, I’m pregnant. A line means I’m not.”
“Okay.”
I swallow hard. Then I pick up the stick and turn it over.
There’s a cross.
Marcus and I both inhale sharply. We stare at each other, and I see the realization light his eyes. His reaction is so indicative of unbridled joy that tears immediately spring into my eyes and I burst into tears.
He laughs, sweeps me up into his arms, and twirls me around in a circle. “We’re having a baby,” he says. “Wow!”
“I know.” I tighten my arms and bury my face in his neck. “I can’t believe it.”
I’m pregnant. I’ve wanted a baby for so long, the emotion is overwhelming.
And the fact that Marcus is the father is the gorgeous butter icing on the rich, moist cake.
I don’t have to have this baby alone. It’ll have a daddy, and a family, and it will never want for anything. Could it be any better than that?
He releases me and looks down at my belly. “I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl?”
“I don’t know, but it’s a very lucky baby, whatever it is.” I try to wipe my tears away, unsuccessfully.
He leads me out into the bedroom, then grabs me, presses me up against the window, and gives me a long, passionate kiss.
“Marcus!” I groan as he slides his hand up my skirt. “Someone will see us!”
He brushes his lips up my neck and makes me shiver. “That’s what you get when you pick the wrong brother.” He sighs and nibbles my ear. “I’m so glad Caesar didn’t say yes.”
“Yes to what?”
“When you asked him to be a donor.”
I move back to look at him. “He did.”
He blinks. “What?”
“He did say yes. The day you came to my house for my answer to your marriage proposal, he’d already agreed to donate.”
He stares at me. “Seriously?”
“Yes. I’m so sorry, I assumed he’d told you.” I realize what it means. He thought I only accepted his offer of marriage because Caesar turned me down. For maybe the first time in his life, he feels that he didn’t come second to his brother.
Pleasure lights his features. He cups my face, and I can see how emotional he is. “I love you so much,” he murmurs. “Thank you for choosing me.”
I wipe my eyes. “It turns out you were the right brother all along.”
He kisses me then, a kiss that goes on for a long, long time, while the summer sun streams through the windows, filling the room with warmth.
