The Billionaire's Unexpected Baby(21)

"And he didn't like it?"

She frowned at the unwelcome memory. "I didn't hear from him for two  days. I'd been supposed to meet him at the hotel. It's why I had the key  for his room. But since he didn't call me to tell me when he got back, I  assumed … well, I didn't know what to think. He wouldn't return any of my  messages. He finally answered the phone two days later. Didn't mention  his hotel room at all so when I brought it up, he said he thought it was  kind of stalkery and it had made him uncomfortable so he'd left and  gone back home."

"He thought it was stalkery for a woman he'd been dating for a year to  go into a hotel room to which she'd been invited to spread around some  love notes and candy to cheer him up when he'd had a bad day?"

"Yeah."

Brooks shook his head. "I think some people are determined to be  miserable. You can shower me with love notes and candy anytime you  want."

She laughed. "I'll keep that in mind. Now eat before it gets cold. I  hope you like it," she said, squirming at the sudden shyness that  flooded her.

"I'm sure it'll be amazing."

He gave her a smile that warmed her down to her very core, and she  turned her attention to her dinner to break the connection. He was  certainly turning out to be more than she'd expected, which was going to  be a problem when it came time to say good-bye.       

   





She pushed that thought away. For the moment, she would enjoy the time they had.

By the time Kiersten and Cole came to pick up Piper, Brooks had  exhausted himself in a tornado of baby care. Leah met them at the door  with her finger to her lips and gestured them over to the couch where  she pointed down at the cutest sight ever. Kiersten put her hand over  her mouth and smiled and then whipped out her phone. Cole shook his head  while his wife snapped several pictures, but even he was smiling.

Brooks had fallen asleep on the couch with the baby tucked in one arm, a  burp cloth over his shoulder, three teddy bears tucked in around them,  and a bottle in his hand. And one of those horseshoe-shaped baby pillows  on his head that he had been wearing as a crown to try and get the baby  to laugh.

"So it went well then?" Kiersten asked.

"Surprisingly well. I mean, there is obviously a bit of a learning  curve," she said, gesturing to the destroyed apartment. "But he started  to get the hang of everything. He might not have all the mechanics down  of changing diapers and stuff, but he has a way with babies that is  pretty cute. He had her smiling and gurgling at him the whole time."

Kiersten beamed. "I'm glad it wasn't too horrible for you guys."

Leah shook her head. "We had fun."

Cole had finished gathering up their things so Kiersten went to collect  the baby from Brooks. He startled awake when she took the baby, but  quickly settled back down to sleep when he saw that it was her.

Leah walked them to the door and said her good-byes. Then she went back  over to the couch and stared down at Brooks for a few moments. He wasn't  remotely what she'd expected. In any given situation, he always found  some way to surprise her.

Life with him, while it lasted, would never be boring, that was for sure.

The door buzzer sounded and Brooks jumped. Leah laughed. "It's just the door."

"Oh," he said, rubbing his hand over his face.

"I'll see who it is." Leah turned to check the intercom but Brooks stood and stretched.

"It's probably Cole," he said, holding up the baby blanket he'd been  snuggling with. "Can't put the princess to bed without her favorite  blanket, which I apparently stole from her. You sit. I'll check the  door."

He'd popped off the couch and was already at the door checking the video  monitor before Leah could respond. She shrugged. She sank onto the  couch and leaned her head against the back, glad to get her increasing  weight off her feet. Her little peanut was starting to kill her back and  feet. She rubbed her hands over her belly, over and over. Feeling the  hard mound beneath her fingertips, its wiggling inhabitant safe and  snug, had become a soothing gesture for her.

The door buzzer sounded again and Brooks cursed under his breath but  buzzed in whoever it was and came back over to her. She glanced at him  and at the sight of his face, immediately sat up, her heart thudding in  concern.

"Brooks? What's the matter? Who is it?"

He gave her a tight smile. "You have a visitor."





Chapter Fourteen

Brooks waited by the door, his entire demeanor rigid. Leah's heart  dropped. She'd never seen him like that. Ever. Brooks always had a smile  in his eyes, no matter what was happening.

"Brooks? What's going on? Who is it?" she asked, but a knock at the door  sounded before he could stay a word. Instead of answering her, he just  opened it.

She stood, her hands immediately going to her belly as she stared at the  man in the doorway. "Marcus," she said, her mind a total blank for a  moment as she stared at her baby's father.

Brooks nodded at him as Marcus entered carrying an enormous bouquet of  flowers and then glanced at Leah, his expression unreadable. "I'll leave  you two alone," he said.

He went into his wine room and turned to close the door, glancing back at her just once.

"Brooks," she said. But he turned away and shut the door. The look on his face nearly tore her heart out.

Marcus walked slowly into the room, his eyes darting between hers and her belly.

"I'm sorry to drop in unannounced, especially so late. But I just got your messages and wanted to see you."       

   





"No, that's fine, really. That's why I gave you the address. In case you ever wanted to … look us up … "

"So, you're really … " His gaze dropped back to the baby bump.

Her brows lifted a little. Had he thought she was lying? "Yes. You say you just saw my messages?"

He smiled a bit sheepishly. "Yeah, I'm sorry I never responded. I've  been out of the country for several months and checking Facebook wasn't  high on the priority list. Oh, these are for you," he said, handing her  the flowers.

"Thank you. They're gorgeous." She went into the kitchen area and laid  them on the counter, using the time to try and calm her nerves. What the  hell did you say to the guy who knocked you up and then reappeared out  of the blue five months later?

"I imagine it was somewhat of a shock to see all that. I'm sorry I broke  the news that way, but I didn't know how else to contact you. I thought  you should know … "

"No, that's fine. Thank you for trying to get ahold of me. But I'm here now."

"Yes, you are." And what in the hell did that mean? What did she want it  to mean? She didn't know this man. He was a total stranger to her, one  she'd never meant to see again. And now here they were, bound through  the tiny life they'd created.

Someone really needed to write a how-to book that dealt with the  subject. How to Deal with Your One-Night Stand Turned Baby Daddy. With a  bonus chapter on how to juggle a new husband into the mix.

She gestured for him to have a seat on the couch. She sat beside him though she left plenty of room between them.

He glanced around. "You have a great place here."

"Thanks, though I can't take credit. It's Brooks's place."

"But aren't you two married?"

Oops. Can't forget about that. "Yes, but Brooks lived here before we got  married. I guess I'm still getting used to calling it home."

"Ah, I see."

She nodded and they sat in awkward silence for a minute or two before he nodded at her belly.

"So … is everything going okay with … ?"

"Yes," she said, happy to have something to talk about. "Almost twenty  weeks now. Baby is growing perfectly. We haven't found out the sex  yet … oh. I guess now that you're here I should discuss all that with you.  If you want to know or not?"

He waved that off. "Whatever you decide is fine. I'm not going to start  making demands about anything the second I walk through the door. I'm  just glad to hear everything is going well."

That was nice of him. The nervous butterflies in her gut hadn't eased yet and, finally, she laughed. He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry. It's … this whole situation is a little … "

"Awkward?" he asked with a smile.

"Yes."

He sat forward and took her hands in his. "Look, there's no expectations  here. I'd like to be involved as much as possible, but that's entirely  up to you. And I know we don't really know each other, but we got along  well enough the last time we met." His gaze turned suggestive and his  thumbs drew lazy circles over the backs of her hands. "I'm sure we'll  get used to each other again in no time."

Her mind went blank for a second. They had had a really great time that night. The best she'd ever had until …

She glanced up at the door of the wine room and saw Brooks standing  there. "Brooks," she said, pulling her hands out of Marcus's and  standing up. She tried to ignore the guilt crashing over her. After all,  she'd done nothing wrong. Even if their marriage had been a true one,  she'd done nothing. But she still couldn't help the urge to fidget and  squirm under Brooks's gaze.