Billionaires and Baby Rattles(6)

He moved past her to the kitchen, and she walked to the bedroom. Mya sat on the side of the bed and pressed her fingers on her tingling lips. Lord, she was in trouble because her mind was going toward saying yes to his proposal at sixty miles an hour. Could this even work? Ethan was a billionaire, and she was just plain Mya.

He came to the door holding two spoons and her pint of Cherry Garcia. She threw some of her body pillows off the bed, and he kicked off his shoes and settled himself against the headboard. Somehow she ended up snuggled against him and looking at the TV as sleep set in.

“Yes,” she said sleepily.

“What?”

“I’ll marry you and give my baby your name,” she said.

“You were going to answer tomorrow. Are you sure?” He laced his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his lips to kiss it.

Mya closed her eyes but kept talking. “I’m sure. We’ve known each other for two years, and you treated me like a friend, not an employee. So my answer is yes, but we’ll take it slow.”

“As slow as you need it, Mya. I promise you won’t regret this,” Ethan said.

“I still want my steak dinner. The baby demands it.” Mya yawned.

Ethan chuckled. “Then it’s a no-brainer. The baby gets what she wants.”

Mya smiled and let sleep overtake her, hoping tomorrow and any of the days after she wouldn’t regret her choice. Ethan was offering a solid foundation for her and the baby. If it didn’t work out, her broken heart would be the only casualty. She could trust Ethan to be a good father no matter what happened in the future.





Chapter Two


Ethan left after breakfast. He had to go home and change for work. He’d made her hot tea and bland toast before promising to pick her up at seven thirty for dinner. In between those times, and in her usual logical fashion, she wrote down the pros and cons of being with Ethan. By the end of her list, the benefits outweighed the risks. Being attracted to him was a definite plus, but he was Ethan Tremaine, billionaire and on the eligible bachelor list. Women who were throwing themselves at him were throwing themselves at Easton, his twin brother, like they were one and the same. When wind of their marriage and subsequent baby hit the news, reporters and cameras would be in their faces constantly. Did she want to subject her child and herself to that kind of press? Doubts swirled in her mind, but Mya knew she wouldn’t back out of the promise she’d made.

Twenty minutes before he was picking her up for dinner, she still couldn’t find anything to wear. Week seventeen, and she had only one tiny rise beneath her belly button to prove she was pregnant. Yet everything felt tight, and she wanted to live in her yoga pants and sweatshirts. She made a mental vow to buy maternity clothes if she could find only one thing to wear. In the end, she settled on a purple cardigan dress and strappy heels to match. It was still early fall, and she didn’t want to wear boots quite yet. She accented the dress and shoes with simple silver earrings and a necklace before putting the finishing touches on her hair. She gave herself a once-over in the mirror just as the doorbell rang announcing that Ethan had arrived. When she opened the door, he gave a low whistle and stepped inside.

“You look amazing.” Ethan took her hand and pulled her against him. He gave her a soft kiss and whispered against her lips, “Hello, wife and mommy-to-be.”

She pulled away feeling suddenly embarrassed. “Stop that.”

He gave her a curious glance but kept to his word and didn’t push. Instead he pulled a box from his pocket. He opened the velvet box to reveal a stunning engagement ring. Mya couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her as the light caught the diamond and sapphires in the platinum setting.#p#分页标题#e#

“I picked up something for you today,” he said with a grin.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said.

“Great Caesars’s ghost, look at that rock!”

Ethan’s mood soured quickly, she could tell, as he looked at Robin. She got that gaping reaction a lot when they went out together. The guy could be a model for one of those Calvin Klein ads. He was blond, tall, and tattoos covered the expanse of his arms, from where the sleeves stopped at the tight T-shirt he wore down to his wrists. Mya could attest to the fact that the art went under that shirt as well. That and the wide, toothy bright smile that practically sparkled made people look at Robin twice.

“Who’s this?” There was open jealousy in Ethan’s voice.

“Oh, this is my best friend, Robin.” Mya supplied the answer easily. “Robin, meet Ethan, my new fiancé.”