All Chapters of The Billionaire Heiress Baby: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Yoohoo!” Ritchie yelled from the open car window and waved. Fionarecognized his Jaguar from across the two lanes of traffic at the LoganInternational Airport pick-up, and she made a beeline across the whitestriped pedestrian walkway, darting in between cars. There were snowflurries in the Boston area, and the outside elements made her clutch hercoat at her throat, and shiver against the freezing wind.“Get in before you freeze to death,” Ritchie bellowed. His bearded facewas animated behind his bright smile. “I’ve circled twice, and there’s apoliceman hot on my tail. I’d get out of the car to help with your bag, butwe may need to make a quick getaway,” he explained through the rolleddown window.“I’ve got it.” After shoving her small suitcase into the backseat, shequickly got in the car and slammed the door. “I can’t believe you’re here!” he exclaimed, giving her a quick peck onboth cheeks. Easing into the rush-hour traffic, Ritchie squeezed her thigh.“Bruce is back at our

Chris sat in the empty hospital room, waiting for his mother to comeback from some tests. Her severe bacterial infection from her kidneyrejection had finally cleared up with intravenous antibiotics, and he wasanxious to get her up and moving around. They learned yesterday that shewas a prime candidate to have dialysis in their home. With a list of dialysissupplies, he needed to make arrangements with his mother’s insurancecompany to get everything they needed before the doctor discharged herfrom the hospital. He and his brother Michael also needed to learn how touse everything. Unless a miracle donor was found, this was their onlyoption.With his backpack full of books, he read to pass the time. He couldn’thelp it that his mind began to wander from the pages to Fiona. What wasshe doing right now? Was she nearby, joining her friends for lunch? Maybeshe was getting her nails done or shopping in SoHo? He smiled, justthinking about her.It wasn’t his intention to ghost her, b

Holed up in her apartment with Saint by her side, she depended on herdoorman to bring her the meals she ordered every couple of days andcontinued to take her pain meds diligently. As her uncomfortable surgicalcuts started to heal, she wondered if they would leave scars.Lying on her couch, casually dressed with a soft blanket covering herlegs, her phone buzzed in her lap, and she quickly answered it.“Yes, Quinn. Please, send him up.” Chris was in her building. Gingerly, she sat up and clutched the blanket in her lap. All evidence ofher surgery she hid, with her pain medication tucked between the sofacushions.When the door buzzed, the bell on Saint’s collar jingled as he barkedand trotted to the front door to greet their guest. “Ms. Merrill? You have a visitor,” Quinn hollered as he opened the frontdoor. “Thank you, Quinn,” she yelled back.Fiona watched from her position on the couch as Chris entered andkneeled to scoop up Saint, his cheerful voice catching her off guar

“Is that her?” Anne asked loudly over the applause.Chris nodded. He was a robot, standing among the crowd, pounding hishands together, shocked at the sight of Fiona.“Oh, my god! She’s beautiful!”Anne was right—something was stunning about the woman standing onthat stage. She was demure and beguiling. Her features seemed softer, withno traces of her usually resting bitch face. Something significant hadchanged, and his heart surged, the desire to be closer to her, making it hardto concentrate.Fiona wore long white gloves and clasped her hands in front of her. Theblue tulle gown she wore was embellished with beads, crystals, and littleflowery ornaments—paillettes, he recalled her explaining to him. Theankle-length tiered fringe skirt swished when she moved, and theembellishments winked in the lights. He remembered this dress—it was thesame one she was wearing the very first night they met at the Cipriani Club.That was the night her ex-boyfriend broke things off with her—th

“Thank you, Quinn, you’ve been a great help.” Chris shook the man’shand with intention, knowing how much he had helped Fiona for the lastseveral weeks.“It’s my job.” He grinned, walking Chris to the elevator. “Well, you certainly do it well.” Scooping Saint up into his arms, heentered the elevator car and pressed the button. “Good night.”“Good night Mr. Ballard.”Wanting to give Fiona a moment after the long emotional night, Christook it upon himself to take Saint outside to do his business. She told himon the car ride over how much she depended on her doorman, Quinn andhow the two of them had become friends. Knowing Ritchie and Bruce hadgone back to Boston after her surgery, and most of her circle of friendsthought she was vacationing, Chris was relieved she at least had Quinn tohelp her out. That she wasn’t alone after what she went through broughtChris peace, and he respected Quinn even more, thanking him profusely.Holding Saint in his arms as the elevator car ascende