Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(99)

“Did she just…” he whispered.

“Kick?” I giggled, my hands on my tummy.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, she did,” I smiled as my eyes fell to my bump.

I heard Killian laugh out loud, spinning me to face him before he dropped to his knees. His large hands covered my small bump, his lips pressing against my skin through my ribbed dress.

“Daddy’s little princess… already trying to stop me from kissing mommy.” He cooed, I saw his smile as he continued talking, “we can’t wait to meet you,” he whispered, “I can’t wait to meet you.”

He stayed there for a moment, his eyes closing as he fully embraced this moment. I felt my heart swell in my chest, a lump growing in my throat as I watched. I cared for him so much, my feelings consumed me sometimes. I couldn’t quite describe them, but one thing was for certain. I knew I had fallen for him.

But it wouldn’t last forever. It was just a crush. We don’t work. We wouldn’t work. It was just a chemical reaction between us. Growing sexual tension.

Tonight, was a close call, it couldn’t happen again. I needed to keep my head in the game. We were friends. We agreed to be friends, co-parents, and that’s all we could be.

Whether I wanted it or not, that’s the way life had to be.





CHAPTER 43





Twenty-eight.

I couldn’t believe it was my birthday, I was pregnant, and I was spending it in New York with my nearest and dearest.

Connie told me that my parents couldn’t make it and I was devastated. What with them missing Christmas, and now missing my birthday, it just felt like another blow to the heart.

Everyone else was coming, but I wanted my parents there. I couldn’t help the feeling of a shimmer of hope that Connie was keeping it a surprise, but then again, I don’t think she would do that to me because she knows how much I needed to see them.

I slipped a pair of small gold hoops through my ears, then ran my fingers through the curls to loosen them up a bit. I wanted more of a beach wave, but at the moment I felt like I had more of a poodle look going on.

I pinched my brows as I grabbed the brush and dragged it through to loosen them a little more.

“How are you doing? We’re going to be leaving soon,” Connie chimed from the kitchen as I fussed with my make-up. I swiped my lips with a red matte lip gloss and sprayed my wrist and neck with perfume.

“I’m just getting my bag,” I called back, as I walked over to my bed and grabbed it. I checked my phone to see if I had a response from Killian, but there was nothing. I blew my frustrated breath through my lips, tossing my phone back into my bag. I had texted him last night and this morning to just remind him. He had a lot going on over the last few weeks to do with work, and he had been extremely stressed. He kept mentioning something about a merger, but I didn’t want to pry. One thing I’ve learned with Killian was if he didn’t want to talk, he wouldn’t. He had been in and out of work, but I hadn’t seen much of him even though I was now his personal assistant. We had decided that I would stay working with him until the baby was born and I knew what I wanted to do after my maternity leave. If I didn’t want to go back to work, he would support me, and if I did, I could go back to work with him or find a new job.

He’d text me letting me know that he would be at the party yesterday morning and that he just had some work bits to finish up.

He promised me.

He promised he would be there.

Of course, he would be there. I didn’t have to doubt him. Why was I doubting him?

It was my birthday, and it was also our gender reveal for our friends. I pushed the invasive thoughts from my mind, turning on my heel and looking at myself in the mirror. I smiled.

I was wearing a black, ribbed midi dress that came down past my knees and wore chunky soled Dr Marten’s that gave me a little more height.

Placing my bag over my body, I walked out to the kitchen to see Connie smiling at me.

“Well, look at you… hot little mama,” she smirked, her eyes trailing up and down my body.

I laughed, dropping my head as I shook my head from side to side.

“Thanks,” I smiled, heading towards the door. “You ready?”

Connie jumped off the worktop counter and skipped towards me. “Yup! Let’s go celebrate you, little granny. Birthday and time to prove that I am right…”

“Right about what?” I asked, swinging the front door open as I stood with my keys in my hand. Connie bound towards me like an excited puppy. “About it being a boy,” she winked, passing me and waiting in the hallway.

I laughed, pretending to lock my lips with a key then shrugged my shoulders.

I locked the door behind us and headed for the lift.

Oh Connie, if only you knew.

Connie had hired out a little function room in the plaza. It was decorated with banners and balloons. There were big number balloons documenting my age which was not what I needed, but it was still thoughtful. There was a huge arch with pink and blue balloons that sat in front of a backdrop sign that said ‘Baby Hayes, Pink or Blue? Either way, we can’t wait to meet you!’

I smiled at all the little details. She had really gone to town. There was a table of food, sweets, cakes, and little party favours in plastic baby bottles.