All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Baby: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The sun never showed its splendor during the day as Chris took Fiona toone of his favorite excursions. After a hearty breakfast of farm-fresh eggs,toast, and coffee, they piled into his Jeep and set out for their adventure.The dreary winter weather didn’t dampen their spirits as they drove on thecountry roads leading to the restored nineteenth century museum known asBoscobel House. The beautiful home overlooked the Hudson River andcontained an impressive collection of furniture and decorative arts. Christhought it might be something cool for Fiona to tour. The Federal-styleestate had a woodland nature trail and gardens too, but they’d have to keepa close eye on the changing weather if they decided to explore those. The guided tour he splurged on seemed to impress Fiona, and he wasglad they had a knowledgeable guide pointing out the celebrated assortmentof furniture in polished mahogany. Gilt bronze and cut glass sparkledthroughout the interior with always changing natural

Fiona couldn’t tell which way was up and which way was down as sheclung to Chris’s sturdy arm, taking baby steps up the steep drive toward thefarmhouse. The snow had already accumulated on the barren trees andground, and she had to keep blinking to keep the blinding force of iceparticles from hurting her eyes. They managed to carry most of theirgroceries in two bags, Chris taking the heavier one. The temperature dipped way below freezing, and Fiona could feel thenumbness of the cold and wet elements seep through her jeans. When shestumbled, Chris was right there to catch her, holding her tighter and takingthe bag she carried from her arms.“No, I’ve got it!” she yelled into the air.“Hold on to me. We’re almost there!”Burrowing her face into his jacket, she let him lead her blindly throughthe last agonizing stretch. When her foot hit the front stoop, her heart racedwith gladness. Chris fumbled for a moment, grasping the doorknob whiletrying to hold on to her. With a final

The power flickered on and off throughout the early evening as the windhowled outside. Chris made quick progress when he pulled out a box ofcandles from a storage closet and arranged and lit them throughout thekitchen and family room area. The flickering flames were incrediblyromantic, and he wondered if he might have gone overboard with thepractical gesture. When Fiona entered the room, he didn’t have to wonder at all—thedreamy look on her face was all he needed to tame his thundering heart.Dressed casually in black leggings, thick socks, and a striking pale pinkturtleneck that hugged her body in all the right places, she moved like a catthrough the space, with Saint following eagerly behind. Her hair was downand grazed her shoulders in soft waves. Her lips glistened with a hint ofshimmery gloss, but her face was devoid of the heavy makeup she usuallywore. “Hi,” he muttered, aware of the growing bulge in his sweatpants. “Hi.” She smiled, biting her lower lip. Her blue

A distinct thump in a succession of three echoed in Chris’s mind as helay in a light sleep among a slew of blankets and pillows on the floor. Fionapurred against his chest, her naked body warm and perfect in the early lightof the morning. When the thumping erupted again, Saint barked, startlingChris wide awake. Someone was at the door.“Shit,” he mumbled, untangling his arms and legs from Fiona, whomoaned in protest. Stumbling through the mounds of fabric on the floor, hemanaged to find his sweatpants and shrugged them on in a hurry. When heunbolted the deadlock and opened the front door, a frantic Nicky dressedhead-to-toe in winter gear stared back at him.“Hey,” she greeted breathlessly. Her breath came out in a puff of fog.Chris shivered in the crack of the doorway in his shirtless state, hesitantto invite her in. “Hey,” he casually replied. “Are you okay? I saw your Jeep stuck at the bottom of the hill thismorning and wanted to check on you…and your guest.” Nicky cocke

“These books you found are great, Fiona. I love it that some of yourfavorites are included. I especially love it that you’re donating them to agood cause,” Chris joked, waving a book in the air before placing it on oneof the open shelves in his library. The room was cold, but Fiona’s skin wasfevered as she finally presented him with the second half of her surprise.“There are a few more in here I thought you might like too.” Handingoff the smaller box, she watched as Chris’s brow wrinkled. He took the boxto the window seat and sat down. When he pulled the first book out andunwrapped the thin layer of tissue paper protecting the cover, his expressiondisplayed shock.“Fiona, what have you done?” Chris pulled the books out and rustledthe paper off each one, carefully setting them next to him.Biting her lower lip to hold back a smile, Fiona joined him in thecomfortable niche and continued to watch his astonishment.“These are…these are expensive, Fiona. These are books from the