Todos os capítulos de A Second Life With The Billionaire : Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

Flashback. “I want to be defined by the things I love, not the things I hate, or the things I’m afraid of. I just, I think you are what you love.” Taylor Swift’s voice said the words into Luna’s ears as she stepped out into the living room and stared at Justin out on the balcony of the penthouse. Justin was standing there, one hand holding a phone to his ear, and the other gesturing as he spoke animatedly to the person on the other side of the call. There was a glass sliding door between the balcony and the living room, and Luna stood and watched Justin through it. She had been doing that a lot lately, she realized. Maybe it was the hormones accompanied by her pregnancy, maybe it was just her feeling melancholic and wistful, maybe it was just random. Luna didn’t know, and frankly, didn’t care so much about the reason, but she had been standing and just watching Justin these past few days. Just gazing on him and taking him in. She did that now, she rubbed a hand over her stomac

Over an hour later, after Luna had taken thirty minutes in the bathroom to settle herself after Honor left, and another twenty in front of the mirror, telling her image that she had nothing wrong, and she had nothing to feel sorry or guilty about, she finally walked out of the front door. She made her way towards her car parked in the driveway of the mansion. As she got in, and dumped her bag on the seat beside the driver’s seat, she stared at her phone in her hand. The face recognition software turned on her phone, she swiped to the message icon and shot a text to Justin. ‘Talk to Honor’, it said simply. Luna turned off her phone again and just sat staring out at the house. Even with the prolonged time in the bathroom and the one in front of the mirror, it hadn’t been enough to completely clear her mind. There were still lingering doubts and feelings of guilt pricking her chest. And she knew it was due to the image that had been continuously playing in her mind since Honor left;

Luna looked at Justin with bored eyes, she rolled them as Justin continued tapping his fingers on his laps. His laps to which his feet were tapping the floor too. If Luna wasn’t so bored and over the whole thing, she would have been impressed by his ability to multitask like that. “Urgh, will you stop it?” she finally said when he just continued to tapping his fingers and feet. Justin turned his head to look at her. “What?” he asked. They were in the mansion, both of them were seated on opposite sides of the kitchen countertop, they were waiting for Matt to bring the car around to the front of the house. They were going to the hospital, for Luna’s routine checkup, except it was Justin’s first hospital appointment since she got pregnant. And he was freaking out, as much as Justin could freak out. “It’s just a routine checkup,” Luna said for what was probably the fifth time in the last two minutes. “And you don’t know what it’s going to show now, do you?” Justin countered. “Yo

The ride back to the mansion was quiet, Luna stared out the window for most of it, stewing over her conversation with Moira. With just a few minutes away from the house, Justin finally talked. “Are you okay?” he asked her. “I’m fine,” Luna mumbled without looking away from the window. “You don’t seem fine,” Justin insisted. “I watched you during the meeting, you didn’t seem to be stressed.” He didn’t say anything more, and Luna didn’t either. The silence remained for the next few seconds. “But maybe you were,” Justin continued when she didn’t say anything. “I knew I shouldn’t have let you come. Hell, I should cancelled the damn thing.” At that, Luna’s eyes narrowed, she turned her head slowly to look at Justin. “It wasn’t the damn meeting,” she spat at him. “And ‘let me’? You don’t get to ‘let’ me do any-fucking-thing. It’s not your place, and nobody lets me do anything, that choice is mine and mine alone to make.” “Don’t get upset about it, I was just pointing out-”

Luna pressed her fingers to her temple, a small headache was starting to brew there. She knew if she didn’t tend to it soon, she would have a full blown migraine on her hands. And before, she would have handled it, but now she had a whole other human being to think of, so she had to handle it now. She rubbed a hand over her stomach. At first, she had always done that to remind and reassure herself of the fact that she had a living thing growing inside of her. For the first full week after she got confirmation that she was pregnant, she had needed the reassurance that she had her baby again, her second chance, and that this time, he or she was here to stay. So that had been her reason for randomly rubbing her hand over it. And then as time went by that reason had morphed into concern for the baby itself. She had read in a book, and truly believed herself, that when she was stressed out or worried about something, it also affected her baby. If she was stressed, her baby was stressed