Chapter Fifteen: Bundle of Joy

This was it, I was convinced this was how I was going to die, holding a thousand things and chasing after Mr Emerson. It was almost comical like I was straight out of one of those movies where the comedic relief was merely some poor assistant who was trying to juggle the world, whilst the savvy no-nonsense boss was spouting a bunch of stuff they somehow needed to remember when all their brain power was focused on not tripping over their own two feet and spilling all the clutter in their arms straight onto the floor.

“Miss Laurence,” his voice cut through my thoughts as he sternly asked, “Are you even listening to me.”

“Yeah of course I am listening to you, why wouldn’t I-”

“Then tell me what I just said.”

I grinned, “Easy, you just said, Tell me what I just said,”

He was not amused.

But I was and isn’t that what matters the most?

There was a low chuckle sounded from behind me, “You’ve got a funny one this time,”

I spun on my heel to be met with one of the most breathtaking men I had e