Billionaire Baby Daddy

Eighteen

Since the talk with Sydney I've been spacing out a lot even when I'm talking to Harry.

"I can't believe you're now keeping secrets from me B. Yeah I respect there yours to keep but what happened to telling each other everything?" Harry starts his daily rants. I roll my eyes.

"I've told you Harry, I can't tell you and for a record I'm not entitled to tell you every goddamn thing. Just let it be." I made a promise to Sydney and I can't break it. He made me swear to never tell this even to Harry. Besides telling him would also be risking his life. I can't do that to him.

"You've not been yourself these past week since you left with that Kings man." I start laughing. Harry doesn't like Sydney and has been calling him all sorts of names that come to his mind. "Just tell me what happened. I don't trust him."

I take a glass of water and take a large gulp. This talk and not telling Harry leaves me feeling tired and exasperated. "You never told me about Amelia for two years." I give him a pointed glare which he only rolls his eyes.

"You'll tell me when you want to. I need to go to the studio." I only nod knowing he's irritated. Well, that makes the two of us.

"Don't forget my shoot in two days." I wanted a pregnancy shoot. Harry suggested it to me and I loved the idea. Actually I set the day that was his birthday so Amelia and some friends could get time to organize his surprise party.

Harry mutters a yes and heads out leaving me to my thoughts. I unconsciously start rubbing my now showing belly in a soothing manner until I feel some slight movement making me stop. The baby just moved! I've been waiting for this since I accepted my baby and to say that I'm happy is an understatement.

My excitement dims a little when I think of how Sydney would react but I forcefully steer my mind from him and concentrate on my baby. A few minutes later I think about Sydney's offer. Accepting will mean that my baby gets a complete family. But I remember Sydney said for a year. I can't leave my baby behind. Sydney will want to get married to someone else probably and I just can't tolerate the idea of someone else raising my baby. What if he raises him to succeed his mafia title?

What will my baby think of me? Sydney is a busy man. Will my baby even get the love it deserves? Will it's step mom treat it with care and love? I totally doubt it. All my life I wondered why my parents hated me. Why my mom left only to die from cocaine overdose leaving me with a ruthless father who despised me. When I found out they weren't my parents I felt very relieved but the 'what if' questions started.

What if I was raised my my real mum, would I have turned out differently? Maybe a snob?

Would I be with more friends? The questions became unbearable until I willed them to stop. At least with this life I got to witness the struggles people endure each day. I got to experience so many difficulties and I proudly endured them. Heck! I even dated a criminal. I got to have Harry in my life.

So no. I won't leave my baby behind. For my baby, Sydney has to decide.

Me: We need to talk. Meet in the coffee shop we once went to.

I text Sydney using his words making me grin. This time, I make the rules.

I look at the mirror for the last time. I'm dressed in a red sundress and black boots. My hair is tied in a high ponytail and my face void of any makeup apart from the red lipgloss. I pick up my black purse and decide to walk to the coffee shop which is around the corner.

Ensuring the door is securely locked, I turn around ready to leave but almost knock into someone. I notice it's only Sydney with an amused face as I place a hand on my heart.

"If you wanted me dead you could have just shot me with a sniper." I sneer at him. He starts laughing infuriating me even further.

"Hello to you too Ms Styles." He says in a playful tone. Why is he so happy? He looks so stress-free and his face is lit making him look so handsome and drool worthy even though I do admit his serious face makes him look so hot. I sigh. WHAT AM I THINKING?

I start walking without sparing him a glance. I feel my cheeks heated up but I try so hard not to think about that. Sydney walks by my side silently.

"I'll take you to the next appointment." He suddenly states. I halt in my walk and look at his back. He continues walking for a few steps before he turns to look at me with a grin. Damn! Will my baby please look like him? I now want a boy. I roll my eyes at my thought.

"No." His face masks with confusion and I groan. "You can't just decide out of the blue to take me somewhere especially to my appointments, Sydney."

"I know." I raise my eyebrow. "But I'll still take you." This. Man. Is. Infuriating. All he has to do is ask but his damn huge ego doesn't know that. I wouldn't mind him coming with me since he has the right to. I don't respond and continue walking into the almost empty coffee shop.

Sydney orders black coffee as I order a milkshake. We drink in silence until Sydney decides to break it. "I can't wait forever Isabella.".

I glare at him. "That's the point of me calling you." I take a sip of my milkshake. Sydney is almost done with his coffee. Watching him take a sip is one of the most erotic things I've seen. I shake my head as I lowly groan while my cheeks heat. Is this how horny a pregnant woman can get? How does drinking coffee come to this?

I lift my head and come face to face with an amused Sydney. The temperature in my body gets higher and now I'm sure I look like a real tomato. I clear my throat and straighten myself.

"I'll accept." Sydney visibly relaxes and I wonder if I'm one of the only people he openly shows his feelings. Does he trust me that much. The Sydney I met thirteen weeks ago is so different to this Sydney.

"I know this is a risky and a very big discission for you and... " He starts but I hold up my hand. NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

"I'm not done yet." He nods for me to go on. "I have my conditions for this." Sydney raises his perfect eyebrow at this and I give him a challenging look. He nods again.

"I'm doing this for my baby. You have to know that." He nods again and I inwardly smile. "Neither I nor the baby should have any access to your dangerous world. I know when I accept this deal that means risking my baby's life and mine. I need assurance that we'll be safe. I'm not accepting this to be a trophy wife so after the birth of the baby, I'm going back to work." Sydney has his serious look and I fight the urge to admire him and look straight into his stormy eyes.

"Lastly." I pause for dramatic effect and Sydney's eyebrows furrow with impatience. I inwardly smirk. "The baby needs to grow up in a functional family. So if you agree to this, you're in for a long-term marriage."

I let the information digest for a minute. "So Sydney, are you in forever or never?"