AFRICAN AMERICAN URBAN FICTION: BWWM ROMANCE: Billionaire Baby Daddy (Billionaire Secret Baby Pregnancy Romance) (Multicultural & Interracial Romance Short Stories)

by Carmella Jones

  While Mitch tried to come to terms with what Rose revealed to him, Paige stood staring at his door for a moment before retreating back into her room where she leaned her head against the back of the door.

  “Lord, help me get through to him.”

  She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders before reopening her door and heading down to the kitchen where she started her day wondering all the while what Rose and Mitch had argued about.

  Later that day, Mitch finally emerged from his room. Paige had gone out to get supplies for the kitchen, but Rose and the other women watched in shock as Mitch calmly went behind the bar and gathering all the liquor bottles, took them out the side where he shattered each one of them in an open barrel. Rose rushed out behind him.

  “Mitch! Stop! What madness is this?”

  Once Mitch was done, he turned slowly to his sister, his head bowed. He raised his eyes to his sister’s and she realized a piece of the man he used to be had returned. “Enough is enough, Rose. I can’t have it around me.”

  “But... Brother... This is a saloon! We get so few patrons as it is! Now what are we going to serve them?”

  Mitch grinned at Rose in a way that made her heart jump in joy; she was glimpsing another piece of her brother as he had been. “I have no idea, my dear. For now, I think it wise to close up the saloon until I figure out what to do.”

  Without another word, Mitch walked past his sister and onto the dirt street. Rose, her jaw hanging open, watched her brother walk down the street to the barber shop where he disappeared. She went back inside having no idea what to tell the other girls, so she set them to work cleaning out several of the rooms.

  No one was around when Paige returned to the saloon so she retired to her room where she started writing letters to both her sisters. She was just wrapping up one letter, when there was a knock at the door. She left the letter on her writing desk and opened the door. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Mitch standing at her door holding a small clump of wild flowers. He was cleanly shaven revealing how truly handsome he was. She took in his full lips, which were curled in an uncertain almost apologetic smile, and the twinkle in his eyes that she had only seen once or twice. Questions in her eyes, she smiled at Mitch.

  “Did I forget something?”

  Mitch handed her the flowers, “No. I simply wanted to apologize to you. It seems I have a great deal to apologize for, so I wanted to ask you to join me for a walk.”

  Paige assumed he meant he wanted her to go with him on a stroll around town, but she grabbed her shawl off the end of her bed, and followed Mitch down the stairs. As the pair stepped out of the saloon in the late afternoon sun, Mitch took Paige’s hand and linked it through his arm, but instead of turning toward the center of town, he walked to the corner of the saloon and then headed down the alley. Past the alley, he turned toward the sun and following a trail, led Paige out of town and through a meadow.

  When they reached the other side of the meadow, he led her up a small hill. They had walked in silence up to that point, both with nervous excitement and questions in their hearts and minds. At the top of the hill, Mitch stopped and turned to look back at the town, now painted in the yellows and oranges of the late afternoon sun.

  Absently, he took Paige’s hand from his arm and simply held it with her standing at his side.

  “This town has been part of my life since I was a child. Beyond those hills on the other side, closer to those mountains to the north, is where my ranch is waiting for me to come back. Someday. I was never meant to live in town. I was never meant to be a business man. And for a while now, I was beginning to believe I was not meant to find someone I can share my life with.” He turned to Paige. Her heart was racing causing her to flush, her hand in Mitch’s was shaking from her nervousness and excitement.

  Mitch gazed into Paige’s eyes and found her honest gaze encouraging. “I said I needed to apologize...” He looked around and saw a log under the shade of a tree. Leading Paige, they sat on the log and faced each other. “Will you forgive me?”

  Paige took in the man sitting beside her. The practical woman in her knew that a man with a drinking problem can’t change overnight. A man who has been hurt so bitterly cannot simply love again in an instant. Yet the tiny part of her that believed in miracles and second chances realized she was seeing the side of the man she knew still existed, and her heart rejoiced.

  “Forgive you?” she asked dumbly.

  Mitch looked at Paige’s hand, so small in his own, and yet it was the hand of a woman who found the courage and determination to stay instead of run. He gently brought the hand to his lips and kissed it.

  He looked up at Paige, “Yes. Please. Let me tell you everything, not to excuse my bad actions, but simply to explain.”

  Paige nodded for Mitch to continue.

  “You know my wife was having an affair. With my brother. Everyone knew. No one felt they should tell me, so I found out on my own.”

  Mitch stared in the direction of his ranch as he recalled the night he found out. Paige sat patiently beside him watching the emotions play on his face.

  With a deep sigh, he continued, “We had an argument. After being married for almost ten years, we had them, more often than we got along. We wanted children, but we couldn’t have them. She got pregnant five times, and lost each one. The doctor told us to stop trying; if she got pregnant again, it could kill her. Still, she wanted a baby, but I pulled away. I was terrified of losing her, and in pulling away, I pushed her right into my brother’s arms. He had no worries about her getting pregnant, I guess. I don’t know.”

  Mitch stopped as the old anger started to build up inside. He took several deep breaths before continuing. “After one bad argument, I said a lot of things I didn’t mean, and she got on her horse and rode off in a huff. I waited a while, but it was dark, so I went after her to make sure she was safe. As I neared town, I saw her horse tethered to the porch of an abandoned shack. It never crossed my mind... So I walked into the shack to tell her to come home and found them...”

  Paige put her hand on Mitch’s arm. “You don’t have to tell me this...”

  Mitch raised his hand to Paige’s face and gently ran his knuckles along her jawline. “Yes. You need to know the truth. All of it. You have so far chosen to stay, and... You just need to know.

  I discovered the two of them. There was no mistaking what they were doing, and they made no effort to even claim otherwise. As I stormed out to my horse, my brother came after me. He and I had never been close. In many ways, he and I disliked each other, but he was my brother, my blood. I never dreamed he would betray me like that. We argued and it came to blows.

  In the fight, my wife thought we were going to kill each other. She drew my brother’s gun from his discarded belt and fired it blindly. She hit my brother in the head. As I caught him in my arms and lowered him to the ground, screaming at her, she realized what she had done. I didn’t see her raise the gun to her own head; it was too dark, but I heard it, and I saw her body hit the ground, and I knew.”

  Shocked, Paige gripped Mitch’s hand. “Mitch!”

  He looked at the ground, tears running down his face. “She loved him. Enough that she could not live without him. How did I miss that? How did I allow my wife to find love in the arms of another man?”

  Paige moved closer to Mitch and wrapped her arms around him as he grieved again. “Oh Mitch...”

  Mitch pulled out a bandana and wiped his face. He turned his face towards Paige, merely inches from his own, and searched her eyes for condemnation and judgment that he was certain he deserved. Instead, he found sadness and empathy and shock.

  “Why do you let the town assume you killed them?” Paige whispered.

  Mitch leaned a little into Paige’s embrace and leaned his head against hers,”because I loved her,” he whispered. “I could not bare that the town would know she not only had an affair, but also that she loved him. Over me.”

  “So you risked be
ing charged with murder?” Paige asked incredulously.

  Mitch nodded. “I took the gun, and I made sure it disappeared. With no weapon, and no one had ever witnessed me being abusive, too much was speculation. A Marshall had been called in, but no charges could be brought against me or anyone else so ultimately it was ruled an accident.”

  Paige leaned back and looked at Mitch. “But don’t you care that people think you are capable of murder?”

  Mitch nodded, “I do. And now that is where I need to ask your forgiveness. I found it easy to hide in those bottles in the saloon. I found it easy to nurse my anger and hide from the accusing eyes. As a result, I am losing the saloon, maybe losing my sister, and... Now, I fear I am going to lose you as well.”

  Paige stood up abruptly and walked away from Mitch. He watched her as she faced away from him and noted how she squared her shoulders as though preparing for battle. His heart dropped as he guessed that his apology was too late. What woman would remain with a man who was thought to be a murderer? Did she even believe him? He had treated her no better than a servant, how could she possibly find it in her heart to stay?

  Paige turned toward Mitch and returned to sit down next to him. She took his hand and leaned her cheek against it.

  “I do forgive you, Mitch.” She looked into his deep blue eyes and saw the walls fall away. As he processed her words, he also saw the truth in her eyes. The woman was nothing if not determined, and she had set her heart on healing his. Ever so gently, Mitch took her face in his hands and pulled it toward his. The first kiss since their wedding day, Paige and Mitch got lost in the kiss that symbolized victory over anger and hurt and promised a new beginning and new hope.

  When they broke apart to catch their breath, they leaned into one another and felt their bodies call to each other. Paige grew nervous, while Mitch, understanding, stood up and drew her to her feet. Once she was standing up, Mitch knelt before her. He took her hand, and gently removed the wedding band from her hand; the band he had put on it when she arrived a month before.

  Paige stared down at him, suddenly confused.

  Mitch held the ring up with one hand and held her hand with his other hand.

  “Paige... You came here expecting a new life and for over a month lived an uneasy life with a suspected murderer, a drunk, and an angry, bittern man. You lived the life of a servant in a saloon that is failing surrounded by women who sell their bodies. You lived in a town that does not know you, and you barely know it. You had every reason to leave, and yet you stayed.”

  Mitch stopped and kissed her hand sending thrills down Paige’s spine. “Somewhere along the way, you decided to fight for me, and heaven only knows why. Somehow, you broke through my walls and let light shine in. Somehow, you have shown me grace and forgiveness and offered me a ray of hope. You have been stubborn. You have been persistent. You have shown me a love I thought I would never experience, and I have not deserved it at all... You say you forgive me. And with that statement, I realize I have come to love you, beyond what I can understand, but its true. So, right here, I want to start over. I want to offer you my hand. I want to ask you to marry me, for real this time.”

  Mitch searched Paige’s face as he asked, “Paige, will you do me the incredible honor of becoming my wife?”

  Paige dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around Mitch’s neck as she wept against him. “Yes!”

  The two knelt on the ground on the hilltop as the sun set, and they recommitted to each other to be husband and wife directly before God. After several minutes, both faces wet with tears of joy, the couple stood and made their way back down the hill, to the town, and to the saloon.

  ***

  Nine months later, a very pregnant Paige stood in front of the old saloon sweeping the dust off the wooden plank path. She stopped as she watched the stagecoach pull up and exclaimed as she watched her sisters both climb out. Both of the younger woman hurried to greet her, and the three stood in the middle of the dusty town hugging and crying together. Wiping their eyes, the younger women directed the men helping with their bags to follow Paige.

  Paige led the women into the building and directed one of the well-dressed young women inside to show the men where to put the luggage. She then turned to her sisters, “Welcome to Rose Hotel!”

  With that announcement, Rose emerged from the kitchen, and offered her own warm welcome to Maria and Julie. The younger women looked around the main room and noted the expensive decor and the impeccable cleanliness. They could not imagine that this had been a saloon only six months before.

  Paige had divulged a great amount of information her letters once she and Mitch united. She shared how Mitch sold the saloon to his sister under the condition that she keep on the women as well-paid workers in her new hotel that easily rivaled the other hotel in town, and during the day was run as a cafe offering some of the best food in town. Once the papers had been drawn up, Mitch moved he and Paige back to his ranch where Paige found herself wrapped up in a life she never dreamt of.

  She and Mitch lived alone on the ranch for the first couple of weeks as he spent the days teaching her some of the daily chores she needed to stay on top of, and as he did minor repairs or collected scattered cattle from the surrounding areas. They spent those first two weeks wrapped up in each other under the moon as often as they did under the roof of their home. Mitch had found it hard to share his bed in that home with Paige at first; too many memories of his life with his first wife, but Paige compromised by turning the old bedroom into her sewing room, and turning the upstairs loft into their new bedroom. As they found love in each other, everything fell into place much more completely, and when Paige finally realized she was pregnant, she kept the secret to herself for over a month, not wanting Mitch to worry.

  It was their sixth week in their home that Mitch realized Paige was getting plump around the middle. He knew immediately and grabbed her and rejoiced with her, the pair dancing around the main room in excitement. They made regular trips into town to see Rose and help her transition the saloon to a hotel, and it had been Rose’s idea to have Paige’s sisters come stay around Paige’s due date to welcome the new baby into the world.

  Three days after they arrived, Paige, Maria, and Julie were sitting in the front room of the hotel when Paige’s water broke. With Rose’s help, the sisters moved Paige up to the room she and Mitch had shared before moving back out to the ranch. One sister ran to get Mitch and another ran to get the doctor. As her labor ensued, Mitch held Paige’s hand and murmured words of love and encouragement as she worked through the pain.

  After several hours, in the early morning hours of that winter day, the clear cry of the newborn girl broke the silence of the town. As Paige touched each finger and toe, and Mitch stared in unspeakable joy at his incredible wife and beautiful baby girl, Rose stood at the end of the bed with Maria and Julie.

  Rose asked, “What are you going to name her?”

  Mitch and Paige looked at each other and smiled knowingly before looking back at their little girl. “Grace,” they replied in unison.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  Sylvia shrank down into the train’s seat, wishing that she could simply disappear. Surely this apprehension would fade, would grow smaller and smaller with each mile that she traveled from the only home she had ever known. For now, though, the train still sat in the station and she tried to make herself invisible.

  Yes, everyone would realize come tonight when she didn’t come home what she’d done. She just didn�
��t want to face them, to see the shock and judgement she was sure would fill their faces. It was cowardice, to be sure, but surely in the face of the courage it had taken to make this decision a little cowardice could be permitted.

  She had, after all, just walked away from everything she’d ever known with nothing more than the clothes on her back and a whispered prayer that the future could, perhaps, be brighter than the bleak path that had lain before her. No, there was no guarantee that this change would be for the best, but at least it would be change. Sylvia couldn’t, no matter how much she wished she could, stay in her home.

  The tight-knit Amish community which she’d seen through her entire childhood as a place of refuge, as her entire world, had become smaller and smaller. Some days it seemed as though the rules, the neighbors, even her own family were closing in on her, constricting around her until she was no longer able to draw a full breath.

  It was that feeling, that stifling hopelessness, that had led up to her answering the ad she’d found in the dispatch. It hadn’t been a rash decision, but rather a resolution that was months in the making. When she first tore the clipping from the newspaper, when she’d been in the mercantile trading the quilts she and her mother had made for a few grocery items, she’d never believed she would answer an ad herself. It had been a fantasy, nothing more.