Billionaires and Baby Rattles(16)

“Okay, he or she is quite hungry,” Mya teased.

“When do we find out if we’re having a he or she?” he asked.

She loved the fact that he already referred to them as “we.”

“Twenty-five weeks is when they can see the sex of the baby.” Mya took another bite of her food before speaking. He’d put mushrooms in the fettuccine Alfredo, and for some reason, it was like ambrosia to her. They were super delicious. “Honestly, Ethan, how do you feel raising another man’s baby? Most men wouldn’t sign on for this kind of role, especially a handsome, single billionaire.”

“I’ll share a little secret with you about my family that not many know.” Ethan met her gaze. “My mother had a baby when she was eighteen, a little girl, and it wasn’t my dad’s baby, and he was a father to her. Her name was Eloise. She died when she was three.”

“Oh no, how?” Mya unconsciously rubbed her belly as she listened to him.

“Meningitis,” Ethan answered. “The blow was devastating to them both because my dad loved that little girl. She was his daughter, and they both grieved. If she were alive, I would’ve had an older sister. Kyle may have aided in the creation of the baby, but I am going to be his or her father. Who gave genetic material won’t matter when I hold him or rock him to sleep or change his diaper.”

“You keep saying ‘he,’” she pointed out gently.

“Maybe I’m rooting for a boy,” Ethan teased.

“I kinda am too,” she admitted with a smile. “So we’ll know in a few weeks.”

“I can still see the worry in your eyes,” Ethan said. “We’ll weather it, Mya. I promise.”#p#分页标题#e#

She nodded. “I believe you.”

“Okay, so eat up, and I have a second surprise for you,” Ethan said.

“What is it?”

He shook his head. “Nope, can’t tell you.”

“Oh, Ethan, I can’t take a surprise right now. The thought of it makes my tummy all anxious and…” She let the words drop and faked her distress. A sneaky trick, but still, it worked.

“Okay, don’t get sick, please,” he said quickly. “I’m giving you a massage, and tomorrow, Judge Ramos is coming over so we can get married in the solarium.”

“I thought we had to wait a few days after we applied for the license?” Mya said.

“That was if we were going into the courthouse, but since the judge is a friend of the family, he said he would be honored to do it,” Ethan explained. “He’ll be here at two, and Robin helped pick out your dress. The stylist and personal shopper from the boutique will be here at noon.”

“Wow, you and Robin are quite the planners,” she teased.

There was pride on Ethan’s face. “I can handle some things without my superwoman ex-personal assistant. When it’s something as important as this, I don’t play around. Oh, and we have the honeymoon suite at Boston Harbor Hotel for the night.”

“Are you sure you want to spend the night outside the mansion walls?” Mya asked. “The paparazzi will be lurking.”

“We’re not going to live in seclusion because of them. Besides, I already planned for that.” Ethan winked at her. “We’re Mr. and Mrs. Kent on the reservation, and we’re going in through the private entrance. Our overnight bags have already been taken over. My wife will have her honeymoon night in luxury.”

“Well, you are Superman, aren’t you, Mr. Kent?” Mya said.

Ethan’s voice became husky. “For you, honey, I’ll be anything.”

Mya fanned herself. “I never thought I’d be on the other side of Ethan Tremaine’s charm.”

“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet,” he replied.

He was right, because after dinner, she looked around the massive room that was his master suite. The office space that adjoined his bedroom was as big as her living room at the duplex. There were lots of windows to let sunlight into them both, and in her head, she could see the ideas take shape for the nursery. She was looking around, wrapped in a big, fluffy white robe, waiting for her massage. Ethan was prepping the room with aromatherapy candles and lowering the lights. He said he wanted to set the mood for her to relax. How was she supposed to do that with his hands roaming all over her body? The thought already had her sex tingling, and she felt arousal bloom at her core.

“Ready? Come lie on the bed on your side,” Ethan invited.

He patted the mattress, and she felt heat wash over her. Oh Lord, give me strength, she thought. Mya hoped she could show some restraint. Being pregnant was making her horny as hell.