The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(129)

Maggie joined me in the car with bags under her eyes. She had been up all night from the look of it and worked hard to hide my envious expression.

As our plane flew us home, Maggie slept on the couch I had enjoyed on our previous flight while I sat in the chair and sipped on soda the flight attendant provided.

I thought back to the night we spent together and how much it meant to me and how little it probably meant to him. It pained me to think about how many other women he had probably slept with in that same barn under similar circumstances. Then I forced myself to not think about it at all.

I settled back into normal life with ease. But, I didn’t want this life anymore. I wanted something that I wouldn’t get from working at a grocery store. I wanted to use my experience and ability as an architect to make something of myself and the events with John were inspiring me to be a better person.

So I quit.

I hadn’t told Maggie about John and I, and I wanted to keep it that way but fate had other plans.

A couple months after our getaway to Texas and I was starting to get more than a little scared. I hadn’t had to deal with my monthly cycle for a while and a positive pregnancy test told my why. I even took a day off to visit a doctor and confirmed my suspicions.

I couldn’t help but be a little happy thinking about the small life already growing inside me. The result of one of the most amazing nights of passion I had ever felt in my entire life would soon be mine to hold.

Then I thought about John. He deserved to know if he was a father and I didn’t want to keep him from his child.

I started dialing his number but then I stopped, it felt a little too personal to convey with a phone. Then I started writing an email which also felt a little too distant and impersonal.

The only thing that made sense to me was a letter. I pulled out paper and ink and began to draft my letter.

I wrote all the things I wanted to say over the last two months, every thought that came into my head I wrote down. Everything came out as a jumbled mess as I wrote and wrote and wrote.

Twenty-nine pages later I stopped. I couldn’t send him a book.

I tried over and this time kept it simple.

‘Dear John,

I never felt anything for anyone like I did for you. Regardless of whether you feel the same, I wanted you to know. When I returned to my favorite spot by the ocean, I looked out into the magnificent blue water and cried. I felt like I had finally found some measure of solace in the world after spending that weekend with you.

I’m pregnant, and I’m going to keep it. I won’t ask for any money as I’m not interested in that at all. I’m sure one day your future child will wonder who their father is and I’ll tell them it was a wonderful man but I’ll leave your name out of it if that’s what you want.

I have become the person in control of my own future, not worrying about the day to day, just living my own passion because that’s the person I want to be. Your way of seeing the world helped me realize who I can be.

Thank you for the moments.

Love,

Cassidy.’



“What’s that?” I heard Maggie say from behind.

I folded the note and tucked it into an envelope trying to keep it from Maggie’s prying eyes.

“Nothing really,” I replied, “just a thank you note to a friend.”

Maggie plopped down in the chair nearby.

“He loves you, you know.” She said out of the blue.

“Who?” I asked.

“You know, I don’t need to say. I wanted to tell you for a while but you seemed so adamant about changing things that it never felt like the right time to say anything.” She said.

“But, how can you be so sure. Didn’t you sleep with him the last night we were there?” I asked.

Maggie let out a laugh and slapped my shoulder.

“No,” she said, “I didn’t get the chance because he was so hung up on you.”

I gasped and tried to stop the tear running down my cheek.

“He told me about it when we went on the ride the second day we were there. He told me about how much he loved your smile and the way your ‘lit up the room when you entered’” she said while air quoting the last bit.

I wiped the tear off my cheek.

“He’s a good guy, Cass. I’m just sad I didn’t get to him first.” She said.

“There’s more to it.” I added.

I couldn’t mouth the words so I just handed her the letter. As she continued reading her eyes lit up. Instead of looking depressed she started looking happy.

“You’re having his baby! That’s amazing! You gotta call him right now, he needs to know right away, don’t write some archaic note and hope he happens to read it.”

She plucked my phone off the table and searched through my contacts before settling on his number. The phone started ringing and she shoved it in my face.

I took it and held it to my ear. I could hear a ringing elsewhere in the apartment. Both of us started looking around only to realize it was coming from the front door. Maggie stomped to the front door and practically ripped the door off its hinges opening it.

John stood outside, his phone in hand nearly ready to answer. I dropped mine to the ground and walked toward him.

I gave him a giant hug and a kiss, as well as a well-placed punch to the stomach that made him reel back a bit.