Billionaire Boss's Baby

by Roxeanne Rolling

  “Don’t worry, Sarah,” says John, in a soothing voice. “I’ve got one of the best obstetricians in the entire city. He’s going to make sure everything’s OK.”

  I squeeze John’s hand as tight as I can but my hand feels too weak to grip it hard. He does the squeezing for me, and squeezes back.

  The doctor comes over, his white lab coat flapping as he walks. He’s in his late sixties and has a dignified look about him.

  He consults his tablet computer, which I guess is the new clipboard (it’s been a while since I’ve been in a hospital) and nods at me gravely. At this point, because of his demeanor, I’m expecting the absolute worst.

  “Good news,” he says. “We’ve run all the lab tests and everything came back normal…”

  “Then what’s wrong with me?” I say, growing so frantic that I suddenly have the energy to talk again. But this sentence takes all the energy out of me again and I lie back against the pillow, completely exhausted.

  I see Janet in the corner of the room, looking on with a concerned look on her face. She’s on her phone, tapping away, and I know she’s probably relaying the whole thing to my mother, who must be beside herself with worry.

  “Yeah,” says John, his voice showing an unusual amount of concern. Normally he sounds so calm no matter what the situation. “What’s going on, doc?”

  “The one thing that came back abnormal was her blood sugar,” says the doctor, who’s name, if it was said to me, I’ve already forgotten. “This can be quite common with pregnant women. Especially if they’re working…” He gives me the once over, and I figure he determines quite accurately that I’m a working girl and not some rich girl with an inheritance to live on. “We just have to do one final test to see if that’s the source of the problem.”

  “And what’s that going to be?” I say, gathering the strength to speak again. “Is it going to hurt? Is there a cure?”

  “Here,” says the doctor, in the gentlest voice imaginable. He holds out a regular banana, already partially peeled.

  “What’s this?” says John.

  “It’s the test,” says the doctor. “Here, eat the banana, Sara.”

  John helps me put the banana to my mouth. Seconds after I’ve taken the first bite, I feel better. My strength is returning!

  “Wow,” I say, feeling like I can now talk without a horrendous effort. “Here, give me the rest of that.”

  I gobble down the rest of the banana, completely forgetting about any attempt at modesty.

  “There’s more where that came from,” says a nurse from the other side of the room. I hadn’t even noticed that she was here in the room with us. She holds out a glass of orange juice and another banana.

  “It’d be wise to eat up,” says the doctor. “Babies brains need a lot of glucose when they’re growing. It can sometimes cause the mother’s blood sugar to drop dramatically, causing all sorts of problems like weakness and even temporary blindness. If you eat you may be able to restore your liver’s glycogen stores.”

  “You mean like carb loading for a marathon?” I say, having heard the term before, even though I doubt I’ll get within a mile of a marathon race.

  “Exactly,” says the doctor, smiling.

  ”Wow,” I say. “I feel stupid now. All I had to do was eat some more fruit?”

  The doctor nods, but adds, “Don’t feel stupid. A lot of women go through this and your friend has been telling me that you’re taking the appropriate prenatal vitamins and have read many book son the subject. But don’t be worried, because sometimes even the experts aren’t aware of how common this condition can be for pregnant women.”

  “So I’m really going to be OK?” I say.

  “So she’s really going to be OK?” says John.

  The doctor nods. “You’re going to be just great. I hope that you’ll let me serve as your birth doctor for the special day.

  John looks at me expectedly. “He’s very good,” he says.

  “That’d be great,” I say, smiling.

  I look down and notice that while I was passed out they must have changed me out of my vomit clothes. I’m glad I’m not covered in vomit right now because John leans in over me and kisses me deeply on the mouth.

  I kiss him back and for a moment I completely forget that I’m here in the hospital.

  We make out for another thirty seconds until the doctor’s gentle cough reminds us where we are.

  “Geeze,” says Janet from the corner. “Get a room you two.”

  The nurse tries to stifle a giggle.

  “Well, I’ve got to be getting to my next appointment,” says the doctor, politely, coming over and shaking my hand and John’s hand.

  “Thanks so much, doc,” says John.

  I catch Janet checking out the doctor’s ass as he walks out the room and I giggle.

  “Good guy,” says John, to me. “He’s helped me out before.”

  “You’ve had a baby before?” I say.

  John laughs. “No,” he says. “This will be the first one.”

  “Well,” says Janet, coughing slightly herself, apparently worried that John and I are going to start making out again. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll let your mother know that you’re OK, Sarah.”

  “Thanks,” I say, winking at her as she leaves the room.

  The nurse asks me if I need anything else and exits the room after Janet.

  “Just the two of us,” says John, smiling down at me.

  “You’re so far away,” I say.

  “Is this better?” says John, kicking off his shoes and getting into the bed next to me. He puts his arm around me and I snuggle up into the crook of his arm, turning my belly so that it faces him. He puts his hand on my belly and smiles at me.

  “You’re so sexy,” he says, leaning in and kissing me. “I’m so glad you and the baby are OK.”

  “Our baby,” I add.

  “That’s right,” says John. “I’m so sorry I doubted you. I just didn’t know… It was so unexpected and the tabloid stories were making everything so much more confusing.”

  “I’m so sorry,” I say. “I should be the one who’s sorry, not you.”

  “Maybe we can both me sorry,” says John.

  “That sounds good,” I say. “But I really am very sorry. I should have never deceived you like that. I wouldn’t want someone to do that to me. It’s just that even right from the beginning I was sure something good was going to come from our relationship and I didn’t want to ruin it so early on with something like an unexpected baby…”

  “It’s OK,” says John, patting my head gently. “I understand. Who knows, maybe I would have done the same thing if I were you in your position and the roles were reversed.”

  I laugh at the thought of John getting pregnant by me.

  John laughs too, picking up at what I’m laughing at.

  “It’s nice we have a room all to ourselves,” I say. “Rather than just a couple curtains around us to protect us.”

  “That’s one of the advantages of having a lot of money,” says John, and I laugh. “You can usually get what you want. Speaking of which, I hope you’ll let me help you with the baby financially. If you want to keep working, that’s fine with me. As long as you take off some time to give birth. You know, at least a couple hours or so.”

  I laugh. “Maybe I’ll take the whole day off,” I say. “And of course you’re helping with the finances. Don’t you know how expensive raising kids can be? I can’t possibly afford that on my tiny little salary.”

  John kisses me and then pulls away and looks me dead in the eyes.

  “There’s something I wanted to tell you,” he says.

  “Me first,” I say, gazing back into his eyes, the most beautiful eyes that I’ve ever seen in my entire life.

  “Let me go first,” says John. “It’s important.”

  “OK,” I say, not breaking eye contact.

  “I just wanted to tell you that… I love you,” says John.

 
My smile is as big as the moon, swinging across my face like the brilliant ocean on a faraway tropical island. I’m happier than I ever have been in my life.

  “I love you,” says John, putting a hand on my belly. “And I love our baby. And I want us to be a family.”

  “I love you too,” I say.

  John leans in and kisses me.

  “You want to have sex?” says John.

  “You’re certainly direct,” I say.

  “That’s how you always are,” says John.

  “OK,” I say, rubbing my hand across his crotch. I can feel his massive cock.

  “It’s been so long since I felt your cock,” I say, as I start unzipping his fly. I fish around and don’t have any problems finding his massive cock that’s throbbing as I pull it out of his pants.

  “I’m really glad now I sprung for the private room,” says John.

  “I bet you are,” I say.

  “I bet you are too,” says John. “You just can’t keep away from my cock, can you?”

  I shake my head. “No,” I say, in a cute little voice. “I can’t. But I know you cant’ stay away from my body either.”

  “That’s true,” says John, starting to massage my breasts through my hospital gown. “I’m sure glad they cleaned all that vomit off you.”

  “I bet you’d still want to fuck me even if I was covered in vomit.”

  “It’s true,” says John, making a face.

  “Eww,” I say. “That’s disgusting, John.” I giggle.

  “It’s disgusting but true,” says John.

  I’ve got my hand wrapped around his cock and now I’m stroking it. My mouth is inching towards his massive cock, and now my tongue is close enough to lick the tip of it.

  “Oh God that feels good,” says John.

  “Already?” I say. “It doesn’t take much for you, does it?”

  “It’s been so long,” says John. “We can’t ever go that long without having sex again.”

  “What about when I get really big from the baby?” I say.

  “I don’t care,” says John. “You’re probably just going to look even sexier.

  “I don’t know,” I say. “I’m already really, really big. You think I look sexy now?”

  “Sexier than ever,” says John.

  I make him stop talking by putting his entire massive cock right into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and tighten my lips, pursing them so that my mouth is a tight hole that he can fuck. He starts bucking his hips and pushing his cock into my mouth, lifting his hips off the bed.

  “I’m going to come,” grunts John.

  Good, I think. Of course, I can’t exactly talk right now, given the position I’m in. But I want him to come desperately. I want to give him pleasure, to give him the pleasure that he’s given me just from being with him. I feel an overwhelming sense of love for him.

  I’m so turned on from having his massive cock in my mouth that all I want is to take his come in my mouth, to swallow his seed. And I’ve never even done anything like that before.

  His cock starts pulsating and I can feel it in my mouth.

  John groans powerfully and thrusts his hips up and his cock farther into my mouth. It shakes as it explodes and my mouth is full of his sweet and delicious come.

  Oh my God! I’ve never thought it would be pleasurable. I’ve always thought it was gross that women let their men finish in their mouths. But now that I’m properly turned on (and in love!) it’s one of the most delicious and spectacular things I’ve ever experienced.

  Well, that’s what I think until John turns the tables on me. He gets up and starts pulling my pants down.

  “I want to make you feel really good,” he whispers into my ear.

  “Good,” I say, which is kind of a dumb thing to say, but I’m so turned on I don’t feel like my brain is working that well.

  John starts slowly licking my thighs and works his way slowly, ever so slowly, up to my outer lips. He touches them delicately with his tongue, and then runs his tongue over the entire thing. First he uses light strokes and then starts using the rougher base of his tongue, covering my entire pussy.

  “Oh John!” I cry out, and soon I’m writhing around.

  It’s been so long that we’ve been together that I’m the most turned on that I can remember. And it doesn’t take me any time at all to come.

  I’m moaning and my body is practically shaking.

  John keeps going as I orgasm. It rushes through me like a tidal wave of pleasure. It feels like my eyes roll back. The world goes completely white. My body feels light like a feather. There’s nothing that has ever felt better than this.

  There’s a knock on the door, and suddenly I remember that we’re in the hospital.

  “Just a minute,” says John, his breathing still somewhat heavy.

  “Here,” he says, whispering to me, helping me get under the sheets.

  We’ve got the sheets pulled over our naked bodies by the time the door opens.

  “Oh,” says a nurse, taking a look at us and smiling. “I just wanted to check to see if you needed anything.”

  “We’re OK,” says John.

  “Glad to see you’re feeling better,” says the nurse. I swear she winks at me before turning and leaving us in the room.

  “At least they’re thorough,” says John. “Here, you’d better have another banana after all that exertion.”

  I eat the banana in John’s arms, chomping on it slowly and savoring each bite. I’m back together with my man, and nothing has ever felt better.

  19

  John

  The next few months pass quickly, like a happy dream.

  I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. Sarah and I are barely apart, and I’ve even taken to carrying a small backpack with us wherever we go. The backpack I’ve got completely filled with fruit and candy and orange juice. That way, whenever her blood sugar drops slightly, she doesn’t have to hunt around for anything to eat. I’ve also invested in a couple very good blood sugar monitors, so in case there’s any doubt about what’s going on, we can test it ourselves.

  I manage to convince Sarah to take the rest of the pregnancy off from work. That was quite a job convincing her, though, and she wanted to work all the way up to the actual delivery. But in the end it didn’t make since, considering the delicate situation with her blood sugar and the baby’s health.

  Baby and pregnancy books line my shelves now. They’re scattered in the backseat of the car I bought just for the baby. It’s a very safe and very boring station wagon that’s going to be the dedicated baby car. Of course, it’s not like I’m getting rid of the motorcycles and the sports cars or anything like that. But they’re not suitable for a baby—we both agree on that.

  “This is so nice just sitting around and relaxing with you,” says Sarah.

  We’re lying on the beach chairs at an indoor pool in the city. We wanted to take a vacation, but with the months and weeks advancing so fast, it’s probably not a good idea. Better to stay close to home in case the baby decides to come out a little early, making a surprise appearance in the world.

  “You know,” I say. “This is probably the least amount of time I’ve spent in the office in years.”

  “It’s good for you,” says Sarah. “I’ve got to teach you how to relax.”

  “I thought that’s what I was teaching you,” I say. “You’re the workaholic.”

  “We both are,” says Sarah. “It’s just that you’ve always made a lot more money from your workaholic tendencies than I have.”

  Hopefully I’m going to change that soon, I think to myself. I want Sarah to have as much money as she needs. And I know one way to do that.

  “These lights feel good, don’t they?” I say looking up and shielding my eyes a little.

  “Yeah,” says Sarah. “It’s almost as if we’re sitting outside on the real beach with the real sun.”

  “I think they’re some kind of UV lights,” I say. “They’re kind
of like tanning beds in that they feel really nice. But these ones are supposed to be completely safe.”

  Sarah laughs. And I know why. It’s because I’ve become something a safety nut ever since the last incidence where she passed out in the hospital. Everything Sarah does I like to research ahead of time. If I have to, I’ll use one of my medical contacts to double and triple ensure that the product (or whatever it is) is completely safe for a pregnant mother.

  “You look sexy,” I say, leaning over to Sarah’s chair and kissing her.

  “I look big,” says Sarah, patting her ever-growing belly.

  “You look sexy with that belly,” I say. “Why don’t we slip into the locker room and I’ll show you just how sexy you look.”

  Sarah laughs. “I don’t think that’s something a pregnant woman should be doing,” she says.

  “Since when are you so modest?” I say. “Don’t you remember all the crazy places we’ve had sex?”

  “I know, I know, but I feel so conspicuous with my belly.”

  “Then let’s go back to my place and I’ll show you just how sexy you are. I don’t care where the hell we are.”

  20

  Sarah

  We were going to spend more time lying here by the pool. After all, the doctor says that the light is good for my pregnancy. But we can barely keep our hands off each other so John takes me back to his apartment.

  Despite having been here many, many times, I’m still surprised at the elegance and luxury of his apartment. Some pieces of his furniture cost more than all the money I’d make in a whole years working at the bank. But to John, it’s all the same. “Just trying to stimulate the economy,” he says. He really couldn’t care less whether he had the cheapest table or the most expensive one. Unless you’re talking boats, cars, or motorcycles, material possessions aren’t important to John. Which is a little strange for a billionaire, I’ll admit.

  “Let’s start with just regular sex,” I say. “No foreplay this time.”

  “You really want it, don’t you?” says John. “It’s fine with me.”