All Chapters of my Billionaire’s baby : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Sierra's POVThirty weeks pregnant felt like carrying a watermelon inside a beach ball.I was huge. Not cute huge. Not "aww, she's glowing" huge. Just... huge. My feet disappeared. My ankles looked like tree trunks. I waddled when I walked."You're beautiful," Louis said every morning, kissing my forehead."You're blind," I said every morning, kissing him back.Katie thought it was hilarious. She'd follow me around the house, imitating my waddle. "Look, Mom, I'm you!" She'd sway back and forth like a penguin."I will sell you to the circus," I told her."You wouldn't get much. I'm annoying.""Teenagers are the hottest commodity. Very popular with lions."She laughed and hugged me, careful around my giant belly. "I love you, weird pregnant mom.""I love you too, annoying almost-adult daughter."---The nursery was done.Pale blue walls. White furniture. A mobile with little whales hanging over the crib. A rocking chair by the window, the same one Louis and I sat in that night after the

Sierra's POVWill turned one year old on a sunny Sunday in November.I couldn't believe it. A whole year. Twelve months. 365 days of no sleep, too much laundry, and more love than I thought my heart could hold."We should throw a party," Katie announced a week before. "A real party. With cake and presents and everything.""He won't remember it," I said. "He's one. He'll eat cake and fall asleep.""So? We'll remember. I'll remember. It's for us."She had a point. After everything—the fear, the ghost, the hard pregnancy—we deserved to celebrate."Okay," I agreed. "We'll throw a party."---The party was small. Just us, Vivienne, a few close friends. But Katie decorated like it was a royal event.Balloons everywhere. A big banner that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY WILL" in wobbly letters she painted herself. A cake shaped like a whale, because Will loved the whale mobile in his nursery."He won't know it's a whale," Louis said, looking at the cake."He'll know it's awesome," Katie shot back. "Bec

Sierra's POVThe soldier sat on our kitchen table like a bomb.We stared at it. Louis, me, Martin. Nobody touched it. The note was in a plastic bag, the writing clear through the clear material.*We're family now. We always were.*"Run the prints," Louis told Martin. His voice was flat. Controlled. The kind of controlled that meant he was barely holding it together."Already on it." Martin took the soldier carefully. "But if they're smart enough to leave a toy from twenty-five years ago, they're smart enough to wear gloves.""Check anyway."Martin left. The kitchen felt empty without him. Just us and the ghost of a new threat.Katie came downstairs. She saw our faces and stopped."What now?"I didn't want to tell her. I wanted to protect her. But she was fifteen. She'd been through too much to be lied to."Someone left something," I said carefully. "In Will's room. On the windowsill.""What kind of something?"Louis showed her the picture of the soldier on his phone. She stared at it

Sierra's POVSix months passed.Winter turned to spring. Spring turned to summer. Will grew from a baby into a toddler, walking everywhere, getting into everything, saying new words every day."Momma. Dada. Kiki." That was Katie. He loved her most of all.Derek stayed in the hospital. Louis got reports every month. "Doing well." "Making progress." "No signs of obsession."We started to relax. Started to believe it was really over.I should have known better.---It started with small things.A flower left on the doorstep. Just a wildflower, like someone picked it on a walk. I thought it was Katie at first, being sweet. But she shook her head."Not me. I don't pick flowers. That's too much work."A rock painted blue, sitting on the garden wall. Pretty. Innocent. But neither of us put it there.A drawing in the mailbox. A child's drawing, almost. A house. Trees. A sun. Four stick figures holding hands.At the bottom, in messy crayon: **My family.**I showed Louis. His face went pale."

Sierra's POVThe tiny camera sat on the kitchen table like a spider.We all stared at it. Me, Louis, Katie, Martin. Will was upstairs with a guard, sleeping through the nightmare."A week," Martin said. "Maybe more. The battery on these things lasts a long time. He could have planted it months ago and just turned it on recently.""Months," I repeated. "He's been watching us for months.""And we didn't know." Katie's voice was small. "I was reading to Will. I was singing. He saw everything."I pulled her into a hug. She was shaking. My brave girl, shaking."We're going to find him," I said. "We're going to make him stop.""How? We can't even see him."Louis was on his phone, typing fast. "I'm getting a team. Full sweep. Every room. Every vent. Every closet. I want this house taken apart piece by piece.""And then what?" Katie pulled away from me. Her eyes were wet but angry. "We find more cameras. We find more proof he was here. But we don't find HIM. He's always one step ahead.""Not