Chapter 15

"Are you sure?" I nod, "Yes. I want my baby to be the last thing I see in the night and the first thing I see in the morning." And deep down somewhere I'm afraid that one morning I'll wake up and you and the baby will be long gone. I shook the thought from my head. No, he wouldn't do that. Would he? He offered a small smile, "Okay, fair enough, but you're going to need a chest-of-drawer for the baby and a crib. I can order those when I get to work tomorrow. Do you have a phone by any chance?" I frowned and shook my head, "No." He nodded, "I'll have to get you one tomorrow so you can communicate with me when I'm at work." At first, I wanted to deny his offer to get me a phone, but I want one. I missed going on the internet and looking at cute animal pictures, and I need to delete my Instagram page. Deleting it means I will delete all of those fake friends from my life once and for all. I probably won't have any important dms waiting for me. "Thanks" "No problem." he bent his head and looked at the ground then back at me, "Are you hungry?" "A little bit but I'm more tired than I am hungry so I'll be taking a nap." I walked over to the door of the room and stopped. "I can tell you're not used to all the shopping." I nod, "I'm not a girly girl, and my mother never really had the money for me to go shopping regularly." "I understand. The thrift store was my favourite growing up." "Me too. You can get anything in the thrift store, anything." That's why it was my mother's and I favourite place to go, along with the dollar store, everything we need in one store. He nods with a chuckle, "That's where I bought my first suit from for my ninth grade prom, and no one knew I was sporting used clothes." I smiled, "Relatable." I got my ninth grade prom dress from a thrift store as well, and no one knew. A lot of people told me they loved my dress. Thank God they didn't realise it only cost me ten dollars compared to the hundreds they paid for theirs. Never in my life, I would think that a billionaire could understand some of the struggles I had when growing up. When I hit puberty, I hated the thrift store more than anything because I was afraid that my classmates would find out that I was wearing second-hand clothes, but my mother gave me a speech, and it stayed with me. Sometimes when she had the money, we would go to regular stores, but when she didn't, I had to satisfy with what I got. "Thanks." I smiled. "You're giving me hope. You made it from the bottom, and now you're rich. I don't know how you did it, but I want to learn. I want to be where you are. I want a better life. You did it, and now I can." "That's probably the sweetest thing anyone except my mother has ever said to me" he blushes, "Thanks and you're welcome. Tomorrow you'll hear the story from my mother and her husband. For now, I'll leave you to rest. I'll probably order some pizza tonight if that's okay with you." I nod, "Of course. I eat anything and everything, except for sushi. No raw fish for me." He smiled, "Good to know." he looked past me and into my bedroom, "You should go rest, you've been on your feet all day." "Thanks." I moved from the door and walked over to my bedroom door. "See you later." He nodded as I slowly close the door of my bedroom. ....... "Great. You're awake." I jumped at the voice and then looked to my right in the direction it came from. Valdo was sitting on one of the couches with a book in his hands and King sitting down at his feet. "You must be hungry." I nodded my head, "Yes. I'm just going to make a sandwich." I pointed at the kitchen. He shook his head, "No need. I ordered a pizza. Come and sit here and talk to me. There is still so much I still don't know about you." I hesitated before I started walking towards him. I didn't want him to know too much about me, but he deserved to know at least something, and I could always lie if he asked anything close to home. I took a seat opposite to him then rested my hands on my lap. King stood from his spot at Valdo's feet and came and sat beside me on the couch. I looked at him and smiled, "You're a good boy, aren't you." I placed my hands on his fur and rubbed him down. "That's because he likes you." I smiled. I liked him too. Animals are wonderful, and it's sad when people don't appreciate them. "How was your sleep?" I lifted my head and looked up at Valdo, his blue eyes shining as always. "My sleep was good, thanks for asking." I moved my eyes from him and looked down at the book that he had in his hands. I couldn't see the name of the book, but I saw the author clearly, and he was one of my favourites. "James Patterson, which book is that?" Valdo looked down at the book, then back at me, "Murder Games." I've read over twenty of James Patterson books but never came across that one. "Oh, I don't know that one." "It came out a few years ago." he paused and smiled, "So you're a fan of James Patterson." I nodded my head, "Yes, J. D Robbs and James Patterson are my favourite authors." He smiled, "You know that J.D Robbs is Nora Roberts, right?" I laughed, "Yes, but Nora Roberts is associated with Romance novels, whereas J.D is murder mysteries."