A Baby for the Billionaire

10

"Definitely what you are asking me does not seem viable."

I pin myself to the ground, feeling a sudden panic take over me. I doubt that I would be able to do something like that, I don't have the necessary notion or a magic wand to get a child who has barely learned to sit up and perhaps try to stand up on his little feet to say a few words in a language that is not even the language of the city ​​where he grew up.

I'm thinking about it again, when he gets in the way of my thoughts. I know Neville is trying to keep me, but I also suspect that it's because he's trying to do his job well, and I understand him.

But I'm afraid I'll leave something to be desired in my performance.

"I can't, I really can't" I get extremely tense and I'm about to enter a crisis.

"I have to tell you something," he warns. "Juliet, Mr. Deniz lost his wife less than a month ago and since then he hasn't held his son."

"What are you saying?"

"He is not able to speak to him directly or to look him in the face. He has never put him to sleep and never even feeds him."

"Why? He's a monster!"

"He does it to take care of him. He is afraid of hurting him."

"Why would he hurt that creature?!"

"Because losing his wife has filled him with fear, and his son Ali is the closest thing to her that he has. He has a team of experts around him to manage his care. You are only in charge of his intellectual stimulation, you will not even have to bathe him or feed him or change his diapers.

"I don't have children, but I do have the head necessary to deduce by mere common sense that a child whose diapers are changed also needs the love of someone who says a word to him when they make him a little plane to give him porridge."

"Then you can arrange it with the team in charge."

"It's not possible. He is the father! And he has a team of people who are in charge of doing what corresponds to him! not turkish."

"It is."

"But..."

"Please, Juliet. Beyond the money and beyond Mr. Deniz, do it for the noble soul of that creature who will see the world without even keeping a memory of his mother.

I swallow thickly and my chest swells just getting an idea of ​​what it means for that little boy to have absolutely everything, but not his mother's affection and consequently not his father's.

Knowing what an ogre that man is for having done to me what he did to me last night, leaving me extremely distraught until Neville's call, I am not surprised at what awaits him when he grows up and begins to be aware of the world around him.

"You will have extra benefits"he adds, "Mr. Deniz wants you to be the constant stimulus that he needs, so you must accompany him in all his job opportunities that he attends because he should not be separated from the child either."

"Will I be well paid?"

"I can assure you."

Oh dear.

"That...means I'll constantly spend...next to that man just for being his baby's support," I admit.

"Exactly. And that was an expert's suggestion."

"How?"

"The pediatrician suggests that he have someone to give him the love that the father finds himself limited in being able to give him. Juliet, your mission is two fold. Or triple."

"That sure doesn't suit me." The account begins to get diffused inside me after all the mess in which I begin to reflect that I am involved.

"Not only are you teaching Ali the language, which is the reason for the contract you were taken for, but there is more as well."

"I must teach Ali to love his father," I reply, my voice low.

"And you must also remind Mr. Deniz how he is to cherish his son. And for this, in the first instance, you have to teach him to love again. Juliet, you have the right profile, your clients and students value you for your human quality beyond your knowledge of the language. I am sure that you are the one to do this job, you will save two people at the same time. Besides yourself. Shall we get on that plane, then?

I swallow thickly listening to him.

It's too much responsibility.

My palms are sweating as I quickly assess what decision I need to make.

The image of Mr. Deniz crosses my mind and his penetrating eyes fill me with enigmas, but also with a magnetism that is impossible for me to leave behind when I know which direction to take.