Billionaire Baby Daddy

Thirty One

Hearing Sydney say those words is something I've never expected. Since we met I've always ended up getting angry at him. We also have a good share of good times together. The teases, him cooking for me, the kisses and time in the cottage. Sydney has shown me a playful side of him and even shown vulnerability -something I know he doesn't show to many people. I smile at this but my smile falters when I think of Bianca.

"We can't raise our son in the mafia Sydney." Sydney seems disappointed when I say this. I know he wants me to tell him I like him back but I have to be sure of what I'm getting myself into. When I say the words, there'll be no turning back.

"I have a plan. I don't know if it'll work and I don't want you to worry about it." This piques my curiosity.

"You'll tell me later. Right?" I ask him and he nods.

"You should get some sleep. We've had a very long day." Sydney says. I check the time on my phone. 2.17am. The day has really been long. Finding out about Amelia, almost getting abducted, telling Sydney that we're having a son, then having confess our feelings. I know mine was indirect but still. "We can have that cuddle you wanted if you still want it." Sydney offers unsurely and I chuckle. He's cute.

"I don't know. It'll feel awkward since I know you like me." I tease Sydney but he rolls his eyes and orders me to move closer and I do so.

"You're so demanding you know that?" I say sleepily. He's so warm and larger than me. I feel so comfortable and protected. "But I love it." I finish. He places his arms on my stomach and I drift to sleep. Before I fully succumb to sleep I feel Sydney place a kiss on the side of my head and mutter "You are mine Izzy." I smile. "I'll let Bianca know that you're mine too." I say and he chuckles and that's the last thing I hear.

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I wake up alone. I look around the room and see my duffle bag next to the bed. I make the bed at a slow pace then take my toothbrush from the bag and a change of clothes. I then laugh at the irony. Looks like I had planned for the turn of events. I do my morning routine while singing in the bathroom without a care in the world.

I go to the kitchen and find some chocolate milk and ginger cookies on the kitchen island. An older woman comes from the kitchen with some bacon and places the plate next to the milk. "Hi." I say. The woman turns to me with an expressionless face then when she sees my belly she sports a surprised look.

"Hello dear. I'm Rosy. Mr Kings said you'd enjoy chocolate milk and some cookies. Would you like something else?" Talk about professional. I roll my eyes. "Can you not talk like that? I'm not Sydney." Rosy smiles a little and gestures for me to sit. I do as she says and eat the cookies then my eyes widen. "Are there more? Gosh, I'd eat this for a year." I say excitedly and Rosy laughs. "We could arrange that. But it wouldn't be healthy, Would it? I giggle and eat some more.

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"He said he had things to do at the office." She only says this as she takes the utensils but I stop her. "You don't have to. I can do things for myself." I say awkwardly. I'm not used to having someone do things for me. She only brushes me off and continues doing her things. I notice Rosy isn't much of a talker so I decide to call JJ. I go to the duffle bag and search for a phone but find none. I see a box inside with a new phone.

'It's ready to use. Everything is transfered to here. SK.' I smile. He has a nice handwriting.

I call my uncle and it takes some time before he picks up.

"Hello." He says breathlessly.

"Did I call at a bad time?"

"Bella? No, no I'm just from the jim. How is it going?" We talk for some time before I hang up.

Should I call Harry? I miss him so much. I close my eyes and press the call button. After three rings he picks up.

"Hey."

"Oh my gosh B, you had me so worried. Where are you? And why are you using a new number?" I smile at his concern.

"Don't worry about me H. I'm fine even though I miss you. Sorry for not telling you I was leaving." I say apologetically.

"You're with him, aren't you?" I pause for a second before I reply.

"Yeah. I'll be here for a while."

"The house feels so lonely. And I think I'll go visit uncle James. I got a call today. He's getting worse."

Guilt fills my heart. I took my adoptive dad to the best doctors immediately when I could afford but only visited him once with Harry. "I'll come with you. When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow. But I don't think you really have to come. You're pregnant and you need enough rest. And besides I need to be alone for some time." He says the last part in a low voice.

"What? Why? What about Amelia?"

"We broke up." Oh.

That sentence gives me mixed feelings. Harry really liked her. No scratch that, he loves her and to be honest, I think a tiny bit of Amelia at least likes him. No one can fake emotions that much. I feels so bad but the Italian thing makes me so happy but angry. How dare she play with my best friend's feelings like that? "I'm so..." I notice Harry already disconnected the call. I sigh and place the phone on the bed next to me.

"Should I go back to Harry's?" I ask myself.

"No. Absolutely not. You're staying here with me." Sydney's voice startles me. I look up and find him leaning on the door frame.

"I thought you were doing your CEO things. And eavesdropping is bad." He only shrugs and comes next to me.

"I had some more important things to do before I go to the office." I look at his suit. Why does he look good in everything? "And I'd like to announce that I'm now a free man." He says in a husky voice as he leans towards me. A minute passes before what he just said clicks in my mind and I look at him with wide eyes.

"No way. That easy?" He nods as he smiles. "But you told me you signed the contract with the Italians."

"Yeah but what Bianca did, you know attacking us, made the contract void. And since the Italians are angry, there's gonna be war." He sits next to me. "And that brings me to the next thing."

I try sitting up and Sydney helps me while amused when he sees me struggle.

"Have you ever thought of moving to another country?" He asks after I sit upright.

"No. Maybe visiting but I never thought of moving to another place." Sydney only nods with a thoughtful expression.

"I have to go. I have a meeting in an hour. Take care." He kisses my forehead and leaves immediately as I welcome my good friend, loneliness.