One night with a billionaire

8. B A X

I pulled away leaning my elbows on my knees, grabbing my hair. I could faintly hear her tears, alongside her small sniffles as she waited for me to answer. However, I was in too much shock to even speak, never mind provide her with a response or answer.

"I'm sorry. I knew I shouldn't of bothered. You don't have to worry. I'm keeping it, and I don't want anything from you it's fine." She stood up, and shouted Avery. I might of been in shock, but there was no way she wasn't letting me have rights of my own child.

"No wait." I shot up, and grabbed her forearm as Avery entered back into the room.

"What?" She was angry. I didn't blame her, I'd just sat probably looking like this was the end of the world for me. It was in some way, my life was messed up.

"We can talk properly about this. We need to. We have options -"

As soon as the words left my mouth I instantly regretted it. I didn't mean it like that, I was going to say something else but her face morphed into fury. She was a volcano ready to erupt.

"Don't you dare tell me I should consider aborting this baby!" She yelled in my face, tears further spilling down her cheeks.

I grabbed her face wiping her tears with my thumbs.

"No, no, no, no, that wasn't what I was about to say." I was desperate to stop her crying. I didn't mean to upset her further.

"Then what did you mean to say, huh?" She was no longer shouting, but her voice was still slightly raised.

"That there are options on how we do this. How we deal with a baby together, I don't know how to word it, but I didn't mean I wanted you to get rid of it." I was struggling to breath. I might be a billionaire, but money doesn't buy happiness. My life is more complicated than she thinks, I'm not the happy CEO everyone thinks I am. A baby deserves more than that, but if it's my baby I won't ignore that.

"Y-you want it?" She stuttered in shock at my words.

"Yes. I mean honestly I haven't even had chance to think about it but I know I don't want you to abort it. Please no, don't do that."

without admitting to her, I thought back to the time my one ex girlfriend aborted my baby without even consulting me. I understand it's their body, but it was my baby too. I would of wanted our baby. I also have a high opinion on abortion as there are a lot of ways to avoid an unwanted situation like that. If you don't want a baby, there are things to prevent it. Yet we didn't use those 'things' we were exclusive, and I naively presumed that if it happened we would keep it. How silly I was. I was only twenty five at the time, an age you would think would be old enough to see a woman playing you, but it wasn't. She loved me, but didn't want children. It broke my heart when I found out what she did, causing me to end our relationship. So if Lucy thinks I want her to do that, I don't. Yet I'm not going to pity her with my story.

"Just please sit back down. Talk to me."

Her body language showed me she was reluctant to sit as she stood looking between me and Avery. Eventually she sat back down where we'd just been. I was thankful she hadn't completely ignored what I said and left anyway.

"Avery would you like a drink? I can go make one or you can help yourself."

"I'll do it, Lou?"

"Can I have a cof- a water please." She changed her answer realising she shouldn't really have caffeine.

"Would you like anything Bax?"

"No thank you." She left the room, and I slowly turned to face Lucy.

"How have you been? With the pregnancy so far I mean." I couldn't hide my concern for her, I'd pretty much shown it enough the past ten minutes anyway.

"I've been sick a lot. The past night actually, I didn't really sleep much. I'd spent the night basically in the bathroom."
She huffed. "I'm sorry you don't need to hear all this."

"No I do. I care Lucy, you're carrying my baby." Interlocking her hand with mine, I looked into her eyes. Her tears had slowly dissipated, but they were red and swollen.

"This is so weird." She shook her head baffled at what was happening. How does she think I feel? I'm still in shock.

"I really expected you to hit the roof after the way you treated me that morning." She eyed me cautiously as she clearly dreaded my response.

"I'm so sorry about that. I should never of said what I said to you."

"Can we get forget it? We need to work together for this baby, I don't want us to remember that." I really didn't. We were having a baby, and we needed to put anything negative behind us. I was going to be a parent, what the hell.

I was definitely still in shock, maybe that's how I was dealing with it so well? Sometimes people do that when they're in shock, don't they?

My mind was a mess.

"I have my first proper scan next week. Thursday ten AM. I want you there." she spoke softly, smiling as she told me.

"Of course I'll be there." I smiled back at her, a genuine smile too. Was I excited? I couldn't even decipher my emotions right now either.

"Here's your drinks!" Beaming at us with a huge smile, Avery brought us both a water despite me saying I didn't want anything.

"So can I stay now or do I have to go back in there alone." She curled her mouth when she said the latter.

"You can stay now." Lucy giggled back at her, as she took a tentative sip of her water.

Her face dropped instantly, and she held her belly as she grimaced.

"Lou what's wrong?" Avery crossed the room to her in a flash. I was sat beside her rubbing her arm worried.

"Lucy?" I asked gently.

"Where's the bathroom?!" She quickly shot up, and I pulled her into the hallway where there was a bathroom towards the door. She must of been having morning sickness.

"It's here, I've got you." She tried to push me away, but I wasn't allowing it. I wasn't about to leave her in here on her own.

"Go! I-I'll.. be.. fine." She tried to speak as her head was over the toilet, but I told her no.

"I'm staying, you need someone." I gently rubbed her back while holding her hair with my other hand. "It's okay, I'm here."

She collapsed her head in my lap, breathing heavy. Her poor little body must be going through hell at the moment.

"I'm tired of being sick, and I'm, well, tired too." She whispered as she lay there.

Suddenly, her body began to get heavier, as her eyelids started to shut. Within seconds she was releasing small snores, asleep in my lap.

"Is she asleep?!" Avery whispered from the doorframe.

"Yeah." I giggled back, completely dumbfounded.

"I'll carry her upstairs."

"I have to go, but will you be able to take her home? I trust you'll look after her. Thank you by the way, she really thought you wouldn't want this." Wincing at the confession, I appreciated her trust in me out of everything she said.

"She'll be fine with me."

I let Avery make her way out, as I carried Lucy up the stairs. Hopefully she wouldn't be too freaked out when she woke up in my bed.