Semua Bab The Billionaire Heiress Baby: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Ding.I groaned. This was the third notification in a row. I hated whomever it was that felt entitled to my peaceful weekend morning. I rolled over and reached for my phone. Fuck, of fucking course it would be Tucker. In the darkness of my room, pulled curtains and all, the phone screen felt like I’d turned to the sun. I struggled to adjust to the light as I read.“Get dressed, I’m picking you up in two hours.”What the hell? I propped myself up on my elbow and tried to balance as I typed back.“What? It’s Saturday.”Sighing, I kicked at my sheets and sat up. I could barely process that I was awake. What could he possibly expect from me at this time of the day?Another message came in. “Oh, and make sure it’s easy access.” Easy access. I scoffed. Who talked like that?I didn’t reply. I didn’t have time if I wanted to be ready before he arrived. I shot up and nearly levitated to the bathroom.Maybe I was taking extra care to style my hair and putting on a little more makeup than I woul

TUCKER’s POVI stepped on the gas, swerving through slower cars on the highway. I didn’t care if I was being reckless. The streets were mostly empty anyways at two in the morning. Rocky, my sweet little boy, the best husky in the world, whimpered in his carrier in the passenger seat. He’d been unwell, and I tried to nurse him to the best of my ability, but I was just not enough. He had barely gotten up all day, and I couldn’t deal with it anymore. Guilt ate at me for everything: for not spotting it earlier, for not being qualified to help him, and for speeding down the road and disorienting him. But I just needed to get him to urgent care as fast as possible.Handing off my puppy was nearly impossible. I was disheveled, out of breath, and on the verge of tears as they took him from me. I knew he was in good hands. I knew the vets loved him to bits. And yet I still couldn’t stop myself from following them around until I was given a gentle but firm “Sir, stay in the waiting room, please

TUCKER’s POVI leaned against the car door, waiting for Emma to come down. Anticipation danced circles around my heart. To see her all done up was a rare occasion, and I was going to get my first taste of it tonight. Perhaps it was for good reason that she didn’t get dressed all the way up too often. When Emma emerged from the apartment building, her hair was pulled back in an effortless updo, and her necklace glimmered under the streetlights. She was drop-dead gorgeous. I froze in place for a few moments, and our eyes met; she, at the bottom of the entryway stairs, and I, leaning against the passenger door of my car.By the time I collected myself enough to remember that I was meant to go up to meet her and open the door for her, Emma had already made her way toward me. She endearingly wobbled in the heels she wore, perhaps the highest pair I’d seen her in to date, and stumbled as she got off the sidewalk. I snapped out of it just in time to catch her, and our faces were inches away

TUCKER’s POVRocky hopped around the living room. He had gotten much better over the past couple of weeks. I had taken his care instructions from Emma, ironically. Now, he was right back to being energetic, eating, and interrupting my sleeping schedule.I laid my head flat on the fuzzy rug and let Rocky climb onto my chest. He licked at my face as I gently scruffed the back of his neck. My sweet, sweet boy. I snuggled up to him and held him close. He calmed down a little and settled in my arms as I curled up around him.“There, there, little guy,” I mumbled. It was past midnight, and I was giving Rocky his final rounds of medication and some treats. I finally seemed to help him burn through his energy, and he started to settle down in my arms. As I watched him doze off, I closed my eyes as well and let my mind wander.First, it went to Emma. That woman was simultaneously the problem and the solution. I couldn’t pinpoint why I wanted her in particular or why I had started going to such

EMMA’s POVThe early rays of sunlight draped over Tucker much kindlier than they did with me, as I had been woken up by an aggressive glare right against my eyelids. Once I shifted out of direct light, I stopped to admire Tucker in his most vulnerable state.His usually dark tresses had a lovely chestnut halo around them where the sun was hitting him. With his eyes closed and walls down, Tucker seemed to be simply...different. He wasn’t the grumpy CEO he constantly projected himself to be, nor was he the charming playboy that constantly messed with me. There was a sort of innocence to this version of him, one that I had only seen a glimpse of when he had felt the danger of losing Rocky.I got up slowly so as to not disturb Tucker’s peace. He’d fallen asleep right after we had sex, only pausing to groggily peel his hoodie off and pull me in to keep him warm. He had eventually asked me to take off my sweater, too. “No clothes in bed, too itchy,” Tucker had murmured. I couldn’t deny him