All Chapters of SURROGATE FOR THE COLD BILLIONAIRE: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

EMMA'S POV The twenty-week appointment arrives. Dominic and I haven't talked since his confession three days ago. We've texted about the appointment, nothing more. I'm waiting in the lobby when he walks in, looking exhausted. "Did you sleep at all?" I ask. "Not much. You?" "No." Dr. Patel calls us back. The ultrasound tech squirts gel on my stomach, now rounded and obvious. "Ready to find out?" she asks cheerfully. Dominic and I glance at each other. He nods. "Baby A is a girl," the tech says, moving the wand. "And Baby B is... also a girl. Congratulations, you're having twin girls." Girls. Two daughters. I look at Dominic. His face has gone pale. "Are you okay?" I ask quietly.

DOMINIC'S POV Being with Emma is different than I expected. We don't announce anything to Mrs. Kowalski, but she knows immediately. She finds us having breakfast together—actually together, sitting close instead of across from each other—and just smiles. "Finally," is all she says. The first few days are awkward. We're learning how to be a couple when we skipped all the normal steps. No dating, no getting to know each other gradually. Just a contract and pregnancy and now this. "Do we hold hands?" Emma asks one evening. "I don't know. Do you want to?" "I don't know. Isn't that weird?" "Everything about this is weird." She laughs, and I realize I love that sound. We're on the couch, and she shifts closer. I put my arm around her. She fits against my side perfectly.

DOMINIC'S POVThe boardroom is exactly as I remember, cold, imposing, designed to intimidate.Twelve board members sit around the long table. My grandmother is at the far end, perfectly composed in a navy suit. She doesn't acknowledge me when I enter.My lawyer sits beside me. The evidence is in a folder in front of us."Mr. Westbrook," the board chairman says. "You requested this emergency session. Please proceed."I stand. My hands are steady, but my heart is racing."Thank you for meeting. I've discovered evidence that a member of this board has been actively sabotaging company interests for personal gain."Murmurs around the table. My grandmother's expression doesn't change."That's a serious accusation," the chairman says."I have proof."I open the folder, distribute copies of the emails. The board members read in silence."These are correspondence between Grace Westbrook and thr

EMMA'S POVAt thirty-four weeks, I wake up to cramping.It's three in the morning. Dominic is asleep beside me.I lie still, timing the pain. It comes and goes. Probably Braxton Hicks contractions, the practice ones Dr. Patel warned about.But they're getting stronger."Dominic," I whisper.He wakes immediately. "What's wrong?""I'm having contractions."He's out of bed instantly. "We need to go to the hospital.""Wait. Let me time them first. They might be false labor."We time them for twenty minutes. They're irregular but painful."We're going," Dominic says, already getting dressed.At the hospital, they hook me up to monitors. The nurse checks everything."You're having contractions, but you're not dilated. Probably Braxton Hicks, but we want to monitor you for a few hours.""The babies are okay?" I ask."Both heartbeats are strong. Try to rest.

EMMA'S POVThe girls are four months old when Dominic's grandmother reappears.I'm in the nursery changing Sophia when Mrs. Kowalski rushes in."She's here. Grace Westbrook. Downstairs. She says she wants to see the babies."My stomach drops. "Where's Dominic?""At the office for that emergency meeting."I pick up Sophia, go to the living room. Grace is standing by the window, perfectly dressed as always."Emma," she says coolly. "Or should I say, future Mrs. Westbrook?""What do you want, Grace?""To meet my great-granddaughters. Is that allowed?""Dominic isn't here.""I came to see you, actually. And them."She crosses to me, looks at Sophia. Her expression softens slightly."She looks like Dominic did as a baby."I don't know what to say."May I hold her?"Every instinct says no. But she's their great-grandmother."Okay."