Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Billionaire Married Me, Then Forgot How to Love Me: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

(Serena)It’s nearly midnight when I pull into the driveway.The mansion is lit like always, elegant, glowing, but something is different this time. She’s in there. James message me all the details as they happened.It’s hard to believe that she is actually living in my home. I mean, okay, this place could house a small nation and not encroach on our space, it’s so big.But Savannah is different. She could live in another state and still encroach on our space.Savannah. Sleeping in the guest wing with a private medical team stationed outside her suite like we’re prepping her for a royal tour instead of stabilizing a woman who just attacked her nurses.I kill the engine, sit for a moment.My hands are still warm from holding the baby at the hospital.He fell asleep while I was burping him, tiny, beautiful. So soft. So full of need. I pressed my lips to his little temple before I left. I couldn’t help it.But Savannah has been cooperative since she got here apparently.I have to wonder

(Savannah)There’s a knock at the outside guest wing door just after midnight.I unlock it and step back, keeping my face soft. Vulnerable.James stands there looking tired as hell.“You said it was important,” he says, voice low. “I can’t stay long.”I step aside, ignoring his promise to leave soon. He always says that. But James Hale never leaves anything messy and unfinished.And tonight, I’ve made myself just messy enough to keep him here. I know Serena will be pissed the longer he is here with me.Margot said they are on the edge of imploding. I just have to keep chipping away.“Come in,” I say gently. “I wasn’t sure you’d actually come.”He walks past me into the suite. “I didn’t want you spiraling. But I’d prefer to keep our time for daylight hours as much as possible. Of course I will still check in but I may not be able to be here every day. Work isn’t avoidable.”I close the door behind him and wrap my arms around myself. “I’m not spiraling, I promise. I just… I needed to ta

(Serena)I can barely speak.My legs tremble around his shoulders. The sensation builds, swells, crashes through me in a wave that leaves me gasping.He doesn’t stop touching me, hands stroking my thighs, his mouth kissing its way back up my body as I ride the last of the tremor.Then he’s kissing me again, wet, deep, urgent.I reach for him, sliding my hand under the waistband of his boxers, finding him hard and hot against my palm.He groans into my mouth as I stroke him, and then he’s moving to get his boxers off.“I want you,” he says, voice rough. “I want all of you.”“You have me,” I whisper.He pushes into me in one slow, thick stroke, filling me completely. I clutch at his back, his shoulders, my breath catching at the stretch, the depth.He doesn’t move at first, just holds still inside me, forehead against mine, breathing hard.“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “For all of it.”“I know,” I say.And then he begins thrusting.Slow at first, then deeper, faster. Every thrust drags a m

(Serena)We're standing just outside the nurses station in the baby’s word, waiting.James is finalizing the last of the paperwork for the baby's release.I hold the carrier in my hands, padded with soft fabric, and I keep adjusting it even though it’s already perfect.Every second that passes feels enormous.Outside the reporters with cameras and phones are gathered, desperate for a glimpse of “the Hale baby scandal.” I hate that’s how they see this.How do they even find out this stuff is happening?This is why we only speak about my pregnancy in the east wing office. This is why I will keep it a secret for as long as I possibly can. Even from my own family. But Haylee knows.I trust her but I know I can’t discuss it with her right now and I won’t.Haylee is outside acting like media security for us, despite James’ usual security detail that follow us everywhere, bless her.She even threw some of her sass their way. “He’s a baby, not a headline, back the hell off.”God, I love her.

(James)I slide out of bed quietly and head into the nursery.He’s blinking up at the ceiling. I don’t pick him up. I just say good morning, and his eyes move to me.It’s really something to have this helpless life completely dependent on you to survive.“Hey there, buddy,” I whisper. “You getting hungry yet?”A few minutes later, Serena’s up too. I hear her head to the bathroom.She smiles when she sees me. We fall into the routine we’ve established. She heats the bottle and I set out his diaper and clothing ready for his change.I pick him up and take him to the rocking armchair.Serena hands me his bottle. “I’ll turn the heating up a little. It’s chilly this morning.”“Thanks. You can feed him if you want?”“It’s okay. I’m going to shower and then we’ll have breakfast once the baby is changed.”“Sounds great. You okay?”“I am. I’m feeling more positive.”We don’t mention what we’re talking about but we both know.It’s peaceful feeding the baby and I imagine doing this with my own