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Billionaire's Christmas Baby
Scenario:I found out I was pregnant later realising it would be born on Christmas day
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Emily Carter
a young woman in her mid-20s, raised in a small town with a close-knit family,, has long chestnut hair and green eyes with a warm smile, she is Amelia's nurse and personal assistant at Amelia's mansion
Amelia Thompson
soft brown hair, green eyes, nurturing yet fiercely independent, she leans on her best friend Sarah
Robert Richards
he is also Amelia's long-term boyfriend and a rich buisnessman with mansion
It wasn't supposed to happen like this.
I didn't plan for it, and I didn't expect it would happen to me.
But life had other plans for me.
When I found out that I was pregnant, I was more than shocked.
I was 28, single, and I had my life all planned out for myself that day.
The news hit me out of nowhere, and I couldn't believe my eyes at first.
I stared at the pregnancy test for what felt like an eternity, watching as the two clear lines appeared on the stick.
My mind couldn't make sense of what I was seeing, and I tried to tell myself that it was just a mistake.
That the test was faulty, and that there was no way that I could actually be pregnant.
But deep down, I knew that it wasn't a mistake.
Something inside of me told me that I was carrying a life, that something new and unexpected was growing inside of me.
It took me a few days to come to terms with the fact that I was pregnant,
and even then, I couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't supposed to happen.
I had always been careful, always made sure to take precautions when I was with someone.
But somehow, something had gone wrong, and now I was facing the consequences of my actions.
It wasn't easy for me to accept, but eventually, I came to terms with the fact that I was pregnant.
And as the days turned into weeks, I began to feel a sense of excitement and anticipation.
I knew that this was going to be a big change for me, but I was ready to face it head-on.
I was excited to meet my baby, and to see what the future held for us.
And as I sat in my apartment, staring at the pregnancy test in my hand, I knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life.
My hands shake as I reach for my phone on the nightstand, knocking over a half-empty glass of water in the process.
The liquid seeps into my planner, blurring the ink of next week's appointments.
I ignore it for now and pull up my contacts on my phone.
I scroll through the list until I find Dr. Carter's office number.
She's been my gynecologist since I moved to the city three years ago.
I've always liked her and felt comfortable with her care, so it only makes sense that I would call her first.
I take a deep breath before pressing the call button.
The phone rings twice before a cheerful voice answers. "OB-GYN Associates. How can I help you?"
The receptionist's voice is bubbly and energetic, but it does nothing to calm my nerves.
"Hi," I say hesitantly.
"I need to make an appointment."
"What's the reason for your visit?" she asks politely.
I pause for a moment before answering.
"I need to confirm a pregnancy test."
The words feel foreign coming out of my mouth, but they're true nonetheless.
"Okay. Can you tell me a little bit more about your symptoms?"
She asks in a sweet voice that makes me want to cry all over again.
"I took a home pregnancy test and it came back positive," I explain quickly.
"Okay. And when was your last period?"
I have to think back for a moment before answering her question.
"It was... um... about six weeks ago."
"Okay. And do you have any other symptoms? Nausea? Cramping? Breast tenderness?"
I nod, even though she can't see me.
"Yes. All of those."
"Okay. I'm going to go ahead and schedule you for an appointment with Dr. Carter. Can you come in tomorrow at 2 o'clock?"
"Tomorrow? Yeah, that works."
"Great. We'll see you then."
The receptionist rattles off some more information about my appointment, but I'm not really listening.
My stomach is churning again, and I feel a wave of nausea wash over me.
"Excuse me," I say quickly.
"I have to go."
I hang up the phone and run to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet before I'm violently ill.
I kneel on the cold tile floor, gripping the toilet bowl tightly as my body empties itself of what little food I've eaten today.
When the nausea finally passes, I stand up slowly and rinse my mouth with water.
I splash some on my face as well, hoping to cool down my flushed skin.
I look at myself in the mirror and sigh.
This is definitely not how I envisioned my day going.
But life has a way of throwing us curveballs, and this is just one of them.
I take a deep breath and try to focus on the positive.
At least I know what's going on now, and I can start making plans for my future.
It won't be easy, but I'm ready to do whatever it takes to give my baby the best possible life. When I return to my desk at work, there are three missed calls from the doctor's office on my phone.
Before I can call them back, the screen lights up with an incoming text from an unknown number.
My heart stops when I see who it's from - Robert
His message appears on the screen: "Can we talk? I miss you."
I stare at the message, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Robert," I whisper to myself, unsure if I'm ready for this conversation.
After a moment, I type back, "We need to talk, but it's not just about us anymore."
I sit at our usual corner table in Café Luna, fidgeting with my phone as I wait for Robert to arrive.
The café is bustling with people rushing to get their morning coffee before work, and the smell of freshly brewed espresso fills the air.
My stomach turns at the smell, and I wonder if I'll ever be able to stomach coffee again.
I order a ginger tea instead and sit back down at my table, watching as people hurry past on the sidewalk outside.
The sky is gray and overcast, and the winter wind is biting.
I watch as people bundled up in their winter coats rush by, wondering how many of them are carrying life-changing news like mine.
The bell above the door chimes as someone enters, and I look up to see Robert walking through the door.
He's wearing his black wool coat, and he brushes off a dusting of snowflakes that have accumulated on his shoulders. His eyes scan the room until they land on me, but his expression is unreadable.
He makes his way over to my table and pulls out the chair across from me.
He sits down and sets a small gift bag on the table between us.
"Hey," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the café's chatter.
"Hi," I reply, my fingers nervously tracing the rim of my cup. "There's something important I need to tell you."
He leans forward, concern etched on his face. "Is everything okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
I grip my teacup tightly, the warmth of the ceramic failing to stop my hands from trembling.
"I'm pregnant," I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Robert's eyes widen slightly, but then his brow furrows in confusion.
"Alex?" he asks, his voice sharp.
My heart stops.
I realize too late that I've made a devastating mistake - the name of my one-night stand has slipped out instead of Robert's.
The gift bag between us suddenly feels like a wall, and I watch in horror as Robert's expression transforms from confusion to understanding to anger.
He stands up abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor loudly enough that several café patrons turn to look.
"How long?" he demands, but I can't find words to answer.
"How long have you been lying to me?" he presses, his voice rising with each word.
I swallow hard, trying to find the right words, but all I manage is a shaky, "It wasn't supposed to happen like this."
Robert shakes his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and disbelief. "I thought we were building something real."
I reach across the table for his hand, but he yanks it away, causing my tea to slosh over the rim.
"Please," I whisper, my voice cracking.
"Let me explain everything from the beginning."
The café has fallen silent around us, other customers pretending not to stare at our table.
Robert remains standing, his jaw clenched as he grips the back of his chair tightly enough that his knuckles turn white.
The gift bag topples over, revealing a small velvet box that rolls onto the floor.
He looks at it, then back at me, and without another word, he turns and walks out the door.
I sit there for a moment, stunned.
The café's chatter slowly returns to normal, but I'm still trying to process what just happened.
I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and gather my things to leave.
As I stand up, a tall woman in a fitted suit approaches my table.
Her heels click purposefully on the café floor, and her long legs eat up the distance between us.
She's dressed in a charcoal gray suit that looks like it was tailored specifically for her, and her long hair is pulled back into a sleek ponytail.
She reaches my table and smiles, extending her hand.
"Elena Martinez," she says, her voice confident and polished.
"I believe you're expecting me."
I blink at her, confused.
"I'm sorry. I don't think we have an appointment."
Elena smiles again, this time more broadly.
"Robert sent me," she says, glancing around the café before sliding into Robert's empty seat. "I'm not sure what Robert told you," I say slowly, "but I don't think we should be meeting here."
Elena shrugs nonchalantly, drumming her manicured fingers on the table as she surveys the café.
"It's fine," she says.
"I've been here before. It's a nice place to meet clients."
I frown at her, unsure what to make of this sudden turn of events.
"Can I get you something to drink?" the barista asks from behind the counter.
Elena smiles at her again.
"Just water for me," she says.
"And another ginger tea for my friend."
The barista nods and heads back behind the counter to prepare our drinks.
I turn back to Elena, still trying to understand why Robert would send someone else in his place.
"Who are you?" she asks suddenly, studying my face intently. "Amelia Thompson," I reply automatically.
"And you're Robert's assistant?"
Elena shakes her head slightly.
"Not anymore," she says softly.
"I used to work for him. But now I work for Alex."
My stomach turns at the mention of his name, and I grip my teacup tightly as Elena pulls out her phone and scrolls through it quickly.
She stops on an article and turns the screen toward me so I can see it.
It's a news article from last week about Grayson Industries' CEO stepping down due to health reasons, and Alex's photo is displayed prominently beside the headline.
"Alex is taking over the company," Elena says, her eyes meeting mine with a knowing intensity.
I stare at her across the table, my hands still shaking from Robert's departure.
Elena smiles and slides her phone back into her purse.
She pulls out a sleek leather portfolio and slides it across the table toward me.
I blink at it, confused, and she opens it to reveal several documents inside.
The first is a letter on corporate letterhead with Alex's signature at the bottom, and the next appears to be a bank statement.
I squint at it, trying to make sense of the numbers, but they blur together in front of my eyes.
"Alex has been looking for you since that night," Elena explains gently.
"He only had your first name to go on, but he's been monitoring local medical records. He thinks you might be pregnant."
My chest tightens at the thought of him invading my privacy like that.
Elena continues as if she doesn't notice my discomfort.
"He's prepared a penthouse for you and set up a trust fund for the baby. He wants to take care of you both." I grab my purse and stand up abruptly, knocking over my fresh cup of tea in the process.
My hands are still shaking, and I'm not surprised when the cup slips from my fingers.
Elena grabs a handful of napkins and places them over the spill as I lower myself back into the café chair.
I'm not sure if I'm ready to sit back down yet, but my legs are suddenly unsteady.
Elena slides the documents closer to me across the table, her manicured nails tapping against one of the pages.
"This is a photo of the penthouse," she says, pointing to a photo of a modern apartment overlooking Central Park.
"It's fully furnished and ready for you. The trust fund paperwork is here."
She taps on another document, and I stare at it blankly.
The numbers blur together in front of my eyes, and my head spins as I try to make sense of them.
"Why is he doing this?"
I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
"He wants to be involved in the baby's life," Elena replies gently.
"He respects your independence and doesn't want to force himself into your life, but he's willing to do whatever it takes to make sure you're both cared for. He's been attending parenting classes in secret."
Elena pauses for a moment before continuing.
"He thinks you might have already given birth. He's been monitoring local medical records, hoping to find you."
I frown at her, still uncomfortable with the thought of him stalking me like that.
"Can I get his direct contact information?"
I ask softly. Elena nods and pulls out a business card from her purse.
She hands it to me across the table, and I take it hesitantly.
"I'll need to call him myself," I say firmly.