Baby With The Billionaire

Chapter 15: Moving

Jade's POV

"How's the moving going?" I looked over my shoulders and there he was, the object of my affections.

"It's doing okay." I turned my head backing to the men that were transferring my things to the condo.

"What do you think about the place?" He was three feet away from me but it seems like he is way

closer. Close enough to touch.

"It's big." There were only two rooms on this level. This room has the whole left side of the hall. It is

more than spacious.; three rooms, two bathrooms, a big kitchen. It was the perfect dream house but it

was in a skyscraper instead of on the flat ground. The view of the city was breathtaking. It was simply

beautiful. I could see the ocean from my room, now the first thing I will do when I get up is to take a

look at the beautiful ocean.

This is going to be where I raise my baby. The place where he'll take will take his first steps, where he'll

say his first words. The weird and awkward part is that daddy is just right next door. So he won't miss a

thing.

Will the baby run from room to the next or run through the halls since only mommy and daddy live up

here?

Maybe since the only neighbour to disturb would be his father.

I just don't know what to expect. I have this exciting feeling in my guts that's telling me that the baby will

look a lot like Kyle. Brown eyes, tall, handsome; or maybe it's just the emotional feeling that I had for

Kyle which was making me think like this. But I can't help but ask.

Would the baby be like me or Kyle? Would he/she look like me or Kyle?

My attitude or Kyle's?

I don't know. Maybe the baby will be himself. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Nah, statics shows that babies always take off from the parents, one way or another. It all depends on

who spend the child spends more of he/his time with.

I sigh. I'm thinking way ahead of myself. If the baby came of deformed I wouldn't love him/her any less

than I would a healthy child. This is my baby, forever a part of me. I'll love him/her unconditionally no

matter what.

"Yea, that's the great thing. The baby will have not a care in the world. All the space will be his." I could

feel the smile in his voice. Kyle is going to be a great dad. He was really making an effort to be a part of

the baby's life. He went as far as to make us like as neighbours. Which was a bit extreme but it showed

that he cared and he wanted to be here just like he said when we made the contract.

The tension between was still there. I still haven't forgiven him. The pain of knowing that someone you

love thinks so little of you isn't one that can be easily driven away. He makes an effort to text me in the

mornings; asking me if I was okay. Maybe that was one of his way of telling me he was sorry and that

he really wants to be a part of this babies life. After all, the only reason I'm in this situation because his

goal was to become a father and I agreed to help him.

It's funny how I fell for a man who made it clear that he didn't want to get married. He told me how he

felt but I guess I wasn't listening enough.

Tonight I'll be sleeping in a new bed, using a new bathroom. I will be alone. I won't have the company

of Josh, who decide to stay. He was pretty angry when he found out that the guy who got me pregnant

was my boss. He wanted to fight Kyle. When Kyle came the following day to check up on me the two

almost broke the apartment's front door. If I hadn't heard the noise, I'm not sure I would have seen two

men standing. Josh was a good fighter but there is no way he could have beat Kyle who was all muscle

and also six inches over him.

Josh said there was no way he was living in the same condo as 'that man'. He always gave some good

reasons why he thinks staying in the apartment would be good for him as a young up-coming. He

convinced me, after all, he is an adult. He doesn't need his big sister as a babysitter for him and of

course, I didn't agree with him but I didn't voice my thoughts. He needs to start learning to be an adult.

Now maybe without me, he'll try to make better decisions.

This choice was his.

It was now around five and all the movers had left. My things which only included clothes, shoes and

some special souvenirs were the only things I had to pack out. The penthouse came fully furnished

even extra curtains, sheets, everything. It seemed like Kyle had a lot of time in planning all this.

I bent to take up my high school yearbook. After skipping a few pages, I decided that I needed to take a

seat. I don't know but I find so much joy looking back on how things were in high school. Which girls

were popular, which ones weren't. A green marker line was on all the faces I didn't like since green is

my least favourite colour. A red marker line was on all my crushes faces or guys I thought were cute.

Looking back, high school years were the best of my life. I had no care in the world. I went out, I didn't

have to worry about paying bills. Everything was fine, there was no stress in my teen years.

I wish someone how life was as easy and happy as in high school times.

I heard a knock on my door suddenly. Just when I was thinking about being happy. Maybe the person

outside my door would be the one to make everything better.

I stood and walk to the door. I look through the peephole and my heart jumped.

Why did I even look? This level was a private level and Kyle and I were the only ones with access to it.

Maybe I was expecting my Knight and Shining Amore.

I open the door. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

He smiled, or at least he tried. "Yea, Are you okay? How is everything going?"

"I'm okay. I'm still packing out some of my things. A lot of work."

"Do you want me to help you?" I looked at him, not expecting the question.

"Uhmm...No, I'm okay. I'll do fine. I don't want to take up any of your time."

"Nah, I'll help you. I'm free for the evening. Actually, the reason why I'm here is that I cooked and I

thought you might be hungry since you've been working all day. Are you hungry?" He looked at me with

pleading eyes.

"No..." but before I could finish my stomach spoke for me. I could help but laugh neither did Kyle.

With a grin on his face. "I don't you stomach agrees. I cooked stalk and I think it's edible. I really

wouldn't mind sharing. Please."

"Okay. You can bring it come."

"No, I don't need to. We're neighbours you can just walk like three steps at your at my door. You can

have it on my side. Or here, wherever is good for you." he was rumbling now. It was a cute site, seeing

a grown man rumbly.

I smile a little. "I'll come but I'll have to come over as soon as finish cause I have a lot of work to be

done."

A big smile becomes visible on his face. "Great and don't worry I'll come and help you after we finish

eating.

"No, I'll be okay."

"No fighting. I'll help you. After I don't want to be stressing out. It's unhealthy for the baby. I'll help you."

his words were sweet but they hurt. The baby, that's why I'm here not because he wanted me here. He

wanted his child close by. He didn't want me, at least not anymore.