I Want Your Child: A Billionaire BWAM Pregnancy Romance (Sophia And Christopher Book 2)

by Mary Peart

  Later he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself up and her hands and they went to the nursery to look at their sleeping sons and their daughter who was fast asleep in her bed. Sybil was stretched out on one of the lounge chairs and was also asleep. Christopher held her close as they looked at their sons in their cots that were beside each other and rested his head on hers, his life complete.

  Chapter 13

  Christmas was a joyous occasion! The twins were three weeks old and their big sister hovered over them like a protective bear keeping her cubs safe and wanting to help with everything. Christopher had hired two nannies and when Sophia protested that one would have been sufficient he had told her that she needed the help. She had a routine. She would wake up in the early hours of the mornings as soon as she heard the crying from them and go and feed them and Christopher would help to put them back to sleep.

  She refused to let the nannies take care of them during the night. Her mother stopped by frequently and would surround herself with her three grandchildren, a pleased smile on her face. She and Matthew had been building their relationship and he was determined to make up for the hurt he had caused her and took her out to dinner frequently. He was planning to sell the house he had shared with Celia and buying something else because Sybil said she did not feel comfortable going there. He spent most of his time at Sybil’s place anyway.

  The twins were growing rapidly and Sophia noticed that Christian was the quieter of the two and that Christopher Junior tend to be demanding and was constantly making his presence felt. “He reminds me of you,” Sophia told her husband softly looking up at him. They were in the nursery getting them ready for bed. It was the night before Christmas Eve and they had a huge party planned that was traditional for Tang Holdings. Christopher had thought about putting it off but Sophia had told him that he should continue with the tradition. It was going to be held at the hotel uptown.

  “In what way?” Christopher was gently rubbing his son’s back so that he would burp. Christine was on one of the chairs drawing pictures of her brothers to place in the nursery and waiting for her bedtime story.

  “He is very demanding,” she told him teasingly.

  “Are you saying I like to get my own way?” he asked her with a quirk of his lips. He placed the sleeping baby inside the cot and put the blanket over him, staring down at the chubby cheeks and the long lashes.

  “Definitely,” she said getting up with her son on her shoulder. He was refusing to close his eyes and she knew he must be sleepy but he had to make an issue out of it and he did it every time it was nap time, whereas Christian would just quietly go to sleep.

  “Not a nice thing to say,” he told her wryly, bending to kiss her cheek before going over to see what Christine was doing. They had been very careful never to allow their daughter to feel left out and made sure to involve her in everything. “Hey baby girl finish drawing?” he asked her tenderly. She looked up at him and smiled and he caught his breath at how much she looked like her mother. She was going to be a raving beauty one day and he despaired of how he was going to have to keep the boys away from her.

  “Look daddy!” she showed him the surprisingly good drawing of both her brothers sleeping. “I don’t know which one is little Christopher and which one is Christian,” she said worriedly. Christopher looked at the picture carefully. He himself was finding it hard to tell them apart but as his wife told him that Christopher had a slightly broader nose than Christian and there was a slight difference in the slant of their eyes.

  “This one is Christopher,” he told her pointing out the drawing on the left. “Can you write their names?” she asked him.

  “Of course sweetie,” he took the crayon from her and wrote the names. “Let’s go and put it on the board. The nursery had been decorated in pale blues and yellows and had several big bay windows that overlooked the east wing of the house. Both children were staying in the same room for the time being.

  Sophia turned and looked at them together, her heart softening with love and then she set about putting her son down in his cot and stood there looking at him as he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

  *****

  Sophia sighed as Byron scrubbed her hair vigorously. She had not been to the hairdresser since she had the babies and it felt so good to be pampered. He was preparing her for later and would be doing her makeup as well.

  “Darling you do look good for someone who just had twins pop out of you!” he exclaimed as he set about pulling her thick natural hair with the comb. He loved her hair and the strong texture of it and was planning on putting something in it to lighten it a bit. He had been surprised to see her figure had gone back to its original curvy sexiness and thought secretly that Christopher Tang was one lucky son of a bitch. He had seen how the man looked at her as if he wanted to devour her in one delicious bite.

  Sophia laughed at his irreverence and met his dancing brown eyes in the large mirror of her bedroom. Christopher had gone to be with his sons and daughter in order to give them space and Byron had a feeling that because he knew that he was not into women that was why he had left him alone in their magnificent bedroom. Even so he had given him a measuring look as if to say that no one is immune to his wife’s beauty and maybe he was right.

  “I saw dear Pollyanna Parchment the other day and the poor woman looked a wreck. Her baby girl is two months old that her waist was as thick as if she was still carrying a child in her belly. I had to say to her that she needed to get with the program and find a gym as soon as possible! She looked dreadful! And with all that stringy blonde hair all over her face I almost died of fright!”

  “Being a wife and mother is not very easy,” Sophia reproached him gently.

  “Darling there is simply no excuse for anyone to let themselves go,” he said totally unrepentant as he busied himself in her hair. “Look at you girl! You had two babies at the same time and one before and you look like you could be modeling swimwear and you are a wife, mother and a businesswoman.”

  Sophia had no answer to that and did not respond but rested her head back as he massaged her scalp.

  *****

  Her dress was black and looked simple until she put it on. It was a Paris original and discreetly expensive and screamed couture. Sophia had stopped looking at price tags as he had done when she had first married Christopher and had forced herself to stop thinking about how much what she wore cost. The dress hugged her ample breasts lovingly and plunged between her cleavage giving an enticing glimpse of her breasts which had gotten even more generous because of having to nurse two very hungry and greedy mouths. It flowed gently down and reached just above her knees. She had on black sheer stockings and mile high heels and was wearing sparkling diamonds at her lobes, around her neck and at her wrists. Her hair was wrapped in an intricate style at the back of her head and secured by pins and several sparkling stones were placed at strategic places in her hair. Her makeup was subtle and flawless and she looked unbelievably beautiful. As much as she loved carrying her sons to term, she had missed her figure and was happy she had gone back to her original size.

  She turned around just as her husband came back inside the room and her breath caught as she saw how suave and handsome he looked in his dark blue tuxedo. He had gone into the nursery to check on the children and made sure they were okay. The nannies were on night duty tonight as they would be going to the Christmas Eve party and it would be the first time Sophia would be leaving them. She had been working from home and was planning to go back to the office sometime in January.

  He stopped just inside the doorway and stood there looking at her, his eyes darkening in admiration. No matter how many times he saw her, he could never get accustomed to how beautiful she was and the way her coffee and cream complexion was so smooth. He could not believe that she had given birth just three weeks ago and managed to look like she had just stepped from the pages of a magazine.

  “What do you think?” she asked him softly, striking a pose with her
hands on her hips.

  “I think I am wondering if you are real,” he said huskily as he came further inside the room. “I might have to just verify if you are.” He cupped her breasts and pushed away the folds of material covering it and groaned at the black lace barely covering her breasts. He pushed aside the lace and bent his dark head taking her nipple inside his mouth pulling on it and tasting his son’s milk. Sophia held on to his shoulders as the desire winged through her body. He felt himself hardened painfully as he sucked her inside his mouth hungrily feeding from her and tasting her. He knew he should stop because he was never going to get the full satisfaction because of her ability to give it to him now. He released her and stepped back as hard as rock and extremely uncomfortable. “Let’s go baby, I am going to have to find a way to keep my hands off you.” He told her ruefully.

  “I don’t want you to,” she went and locked the doors and came back to him.

  “What are you doing?” he looked at her with narrowed gaze.

  “Just this,” she went down on her knees and pulled his zipper down and released his erection.

  “Baby no,” he said with a groan but she ignored him and took him inside her mouth and deep inside her throat caressing him with her tongue and pulling him in further until she could do so no more. Christopher clenched his teeth and felt his body shuddering with passion and intense desire. He wanted to tell her to stop but he was not able to do so as she continued to torture him with her tongue. He felt his testicles tightening and knew he was very near to coming inside her mouth. “Baby,” he said hoarsely. She touched his testicles and stroked them before squeezing them gently. With a groan of capitulation he spilled himself inside her, his knees going weak as she swallowed every drop of his come inside her throat before getting up to stand in front of him, bringing his head down and claiming his lips in a devastating kiss that had him trembling.

  *****

  He kept her close to him as they made their rounds around the large elegant ball room at the hotel. He felt the admiring gazes of the men and his hand tightened on hers just to let them know that she was his wife. At one point she was separated from him as he was cornered by some business associates of his who had flown in from the UK and wanted his opinion on some real estate they wanted to invest in and when he looked up he saw her surrounded by a group of people most of them male and he felt his hands clenching unconsciously as one of them touched her briefly on her arm as he said something to her. He barely heard what the pale gray haired man was saying to him as he saw her turn and smile at what he said. He moved away in mid sentence when he saw the man looking down her cleavage and he felt the anger roiling inside him as he hurried over to where they were.

  “Hi darling,” she looked up at him softly, not conscious of the reaction she was having on the men standing there.

  “Hi baby everything okay?” he asked her softly giving the man a hard stare that had him moving away swiftly.

  “You scared him away,” she told him with a shake of her head.

  “Good, he was using his eyes to make love to your breasts and he touched you,” he said grimly.

  “You are impossible!” she told him crossly but secretly thrilled at his possessiveness.

  “No one touches my wife,” he said with a glimmer in dark eyes. For the rest of the evening he did not allow her to move from his side.

  *****

  Merrick drank down the whiskey with one gulp. He had been drinking steadily for the entire evening and he was getting slowly drunk. It was Christmas Day and the party had been a success with his vapid wife going around the room and playing the perfect hostess.

  She was wearing a new red dress that clung to her heavy curves lovingly almost indecently and he must say he was proud of the looks she was getting from the men there. The only man who was avoiding looking at her was Jeremy and he had noticed that they avoided each other like the plague. He had tried to make them get along but his wife had told him passionately that she did not like him so he had left it. He had coaxed his daughter to leave his grandson with the nanny and come out and enjoyed herself and she had done so reluctantly looking very uncomfortable and dowdy in a pale green dress that made her look washed out and dull. He was going to have to talk to her about her appearance. She was certainly not going to keep her man looking like that. He looked around at one point and wondered idly where his wife had turned but had continued the conversation with the mayor.

  *****

  Jeremy entered her roughly, his breathing harsh. They had slipped from the crowded room and had gone swiftly into one of the bedrooms and he had pounced on her immediately. He had seen her circling the room and had been hard ever since and had found the opportunity to be with her. She was not wearing any underwear and as she leaned against the bed and spread the folds of her vagina open for him, he almost wept with pleasure. His wife and her husband were in the room downstairs and he did not give a damn as long as he was with her.

  “Like that Jeremy,” she cried as he thrust inside her roughly, slapping against her buttocks as he ground himself inside her, his hands holding her hips. He pulled out of her and turned her around entering her again and his thrust became more urgent. He pulled down the front of her dress and took a nipple inside his mouth, sucking them raw until she was sobbing against him. They clung to each other as the tide tumbled over them as they came to a stunning release. He did not come out of her immediately and he knew the more time he stayed with her the more chance they had of being discovered together but he wanted to hold her for awhile longer. He was still a little hard and he moved inside her slowly and bent his head to take her lips with his savagely, bruising her lips with his as he thrust inside her again and again, feeling nothing but the intense desire and feelings he had for her.

  It was half an hour later before he allowed her to go and freshen up and renewed her makeup but if anyone was looking closely they would have noticed the swollen lips and the flushed look on her face. Jeremy watched her going about the room and smiled as he remembered what they had just done. Sheila had already left, muttering that her son needed her and he let her go, not caring one bit.

  *****

  Merrick stumbled to his feet and headed for the bedroom. She was there having just taken a shower and was slipping on her nightgown. He looked at her with bleary eyes and sauntered inside the room. “You looked good tonight,” he said, his speech slurred by the amount of liquor he had had.

  Lauren felt a tremor go through her. She had been hoping he would have passed out drunk so that she would go to Jeremy but he had still been up. He reached out and touched one breast and she recoiled. “You are drunk you need to go and sleep it off.”

  “I haven’t screwed you in a while,” he said conversationally, pulling down the lace from her breast and exposing the white skin.

  “Please Merrick,” she tried to move away but he grabbed her and flung her on the bed, fumbling to take out his penis as he pinned her down on the bed.

  She fought him but she was no match for his strength and he reached between her legs and entered her cruelly with a grunt of satisfaction and started thrusting inside her, his alcohol laden breath fanning her face. She had stopped fighting and just lay there with the tears running down her cheeks silently crying out for Jeremy as he plowed into her roughly until he was spent and then with a roar he emptied himself inside her and rolled off the bed and headed to his room.

  Lauren turned on her side and sobbed, her body shaking and her mind resolved. She was leaving and she was going to tell Jeremy that they were leaving soon; he was never going to know that her husband had raped her.

  *****

  Sybil placed the turkey in the center of the snowy white table cloth. She had on an apron over her red dress to make sure that it remained immaculate. Stepping back she looked at the table in satisfaction. There were collard greens, fried chicken, potato salad and a salad bowl and a pumpkin pie for later.

  Last year she had spent Christmas Day with her daughter and her fa
mily and now she had refused gently when Sophia had suggested it. It was their first Christmas together and she wanted it to be special. He had gone out to the store to get wine and should be back soon. She had just taken off her apron when she heard him opening the door.

  “I got two bottles,” he told her with a gentle smile, his eyes widening as he took in her soft flowing red dress and her hair wrapped in a bun on top of her head. She was even wearing a touch of lipstick and she looked softly beautiful. “You are gorgeous,” he murmured pulling her into his arms. He looked so much happier and eagerly hurried home from work each evening to be with her at the bookstore and even helped her with the accounts. They talked about everything and when they were not talking they were making love and waking up in each other’s arms in the mornings. She could not believe at her age she had found a second chance at love and she often pinched herself to find out if it was really true.

  “Thank you.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. “Okay let’s eat before this get cold.”

  They ate and talked and laughed at each other’s jokes and held hands as they sipped the white wine. When she got up to go and get the dessert which consisted of pumpkin pie with whipped cream and hot chocolate with a touch of whiskey, she found him on his knees.

  She placed the pie carefully on the table. “What are you doing?” she asked him faintly.

  “I never thought I could find happiness ever again until I met you,” he told her, taking out a black velvet box and opening it to reveal a lovely diamond solitaire shining in the light. “Now that I have found it I am not letting it go. Sybil would you do me the honor of marrying me?”

  Sybil sank to the floor before him, her body trembling and tears in her eyes. “I would love nothing better.” She told him achingly, holding out her hand.