Page 31 of The Billionaire's Baby
She could hear the clapping and whistles as they kissed. His kiss filled her with elation and joy because now he was truly hers and nothing could tear them apart. She understood now the deep love her mother and father had once shared. Their kiss ended and they were congratulated as they walked down the aisle. In the back of her mind she felt as if her parents were watching her and were happy for her. She knew that what death had taken from her parents, they had found again in the afterlife.
It wasn’t sadness that filled her from that thought but happiness and a hope that comforted her and completed the circle that had been broken in her life for far too long. She let go of the anger and hurt that had almost been a fuel in her life. She had two people now to be strong for. One held her close while the other kicked and fluttered in her belly.
The wedding reception was wonderful, but fast paced and full of food, loud music and dancing. She’d never been to a celebration like it in her life. The dancing went on for hours until she actually curled up in one of the high-back booths and fell asleep. That was where Favian found her and woke her with gentle kisses. She opened her eyes to see him on his knees in front of her. The rugged lines of his face were gentled by the love he showed openly.
“Hey, mama, mi amor, I think I should get you home to bed.” His lyrical accented voice was like a caress.
“Is that an invitation?” she teased huskily.
“For you, always,” he said gently. “This party is going to go on for a while. We’ve got most of my family, Remy, Lynette and Michael cutting a rug. We can sneak away; none of them will notice.”
“Shouldn’t we thank them?” Adira asked.
“We’ll do that at breakfast tomorrow.” He cupped her cheek and kissed her. “Let’s go home.”
Adira nodded and he helped her to her feet. As they snuck towards the back door, Santia saw them and alerted everyone. After hugs and kisses, they left through the front while everyone stayed to enjoy more food and music.
At home, Favian decided to be traditional and carried her across the threshold. He didn’t stop there but went all the way upstairs with her in his arms. In the bedroom, he placed her on her feet carefully and cupped her face as they looked into each other’s eyes. Adira didn’t need any words at that point; she could see it all clearly written on his face.
This is what people search for in life—a love impossible to explain, but you can’t stand being without. His lips met hers and she was lost again, in the magic and passion he created. They made love slowly. He kissed her body reverently until passion consumed them in waves and he sank himself into her warmth. She couldn’t speak for anyone else’s wedding day, but hers was perfect. She didn’t care that he was a billionaire. He could be a fisherman and she would feel no different. The wealth was in his love and because of that she was the richest woman in the world.
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Summer turned into fall and the first hints of winter filled the air. Halloween found her round and dressed like a pumpkin. They also had a clay molding made of her tummy and Favian painted the art that graced the smooth surface. His hands were talented and he painted the pictures of a child’s whimsy at Halloween. Now the bust sat in the living room on a pedestal for guests to admire.
November was now here and Thanksgiving meant his family would be back for the holidays. They were staying until after the baby was born but not at their house. Favian rented a wonderful brownstone close by so they could be close but not underfoot.
Four months of marriage had been nothing but bliss for her. Favian was taking photos of her constantly and her favorite—one in black and white—had been framed and hung in the nursery. In the picture, she wore a white see-through silk wrap like a Greek toga. Her belly was clearly visible as she cupped her hands around it. When Favian gave the framed photo to her as a gift she was amazed at how beautifully he captured the memory in time. Anyone who went into the nursery was instantly drawn to the picture.
There was another unforeseen development that had cropped up over the last few months. Hillary tried to come over a few times and was sent away by Suzie, Mason or Favian. They didn’t want Adira to deal with her and when she wasn’t allowed in the house, she began calling. When someone did answer her calls anything could be expected. Hillary could go from crying and trying to make amends to screeching vile insults and threatening all kinds of things. Adira wondered about her mental stability and brought it to Favian’s attention. He seemed to have no concerns about Hillary except that she was an annoyance and promised to take care of it so she was no longer calling and harassing them at the house.
