Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Billionaire Boss's Secret Heir: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Sophia's POVSunlight was already spilling through the half-open curtains when I woke, the kind of pale gold that only happens in the first hour after dawn. It cut across the bed in a long stripe, warming the sheet where it had slipped down to my waist. For a second I didn’t move. My body felt heavy in the best way, limbs loose, the low ache between my legs a quiet reminder of everything that had happened after he carried me in here last night.Ethan was still asleep beside me. One arm was thrown across my stomach, heavy and warm, his face turned into the pillow. In sleep the sharp lines of him softened. The careful set of his mouth was gone. He looked younger. Less like the man who ran a company and more like the one who’d knelt on the porch steps and asked me to say the words again so he could believe them.I watched him breathe for a while. The rise and fall of his chest. The faint shadow of stubble along his jaw. My fingers itched to touch him, but I kept still. I didn’t want to w

Sophia's POVEthan had been like this for exactly four days, and I was starting to suspect he had no intention of stopping.It started the morning after I told him, when I woke up to find he'd already rearranged half the pillows on the bed into some elaborate support system meant to keep me "properly comfortable," even though I'd told him repeatedly I felt perfectly fine. Then came the vitamins, lined up on the kitchen counter in a neat row with sticky notes explaining what each one did, most of them clearly copied straight from some pregnancy website he'd apparently spent an entire evening reading while I slept beside him.By the third day, he'd banned me from carrying anything heavier than a coffee cup."Ethan, it's a grocery bag.""It has cans in it.""I'm pregnant, not injured.""Same difference, as far as I'm concerned right now." He took the bag from my hands anyway, setting it on the counter with the careful precision of a man defusing something dangerous. "Humor me. I'm allowe

Sophia's POVThe follow-up appointment fell on a Thursday, two weeks exactly from the first scan, and this time Ethan sat beside me in the waiting room instead of hearing about it secondhand through a hallway conversation with my mother.He hadn't stopped fidgeting since we'd arrived."You're nervous," I said, watching him check his watch for the third time in as many minutes."I'm not nervous.""You've read the same page of that magazine four times."He glanced down at the magazine in his hands, then set it aside with the sheepish expression of a man caught doing something slightly ridiculous. "Fine. I'm nervous. Is that normal? For fathers, I mean. I looked it up and half the articles said it's completely normal and the other half implied I should already have a five-year financial plan drafted for two separate college funds.""You've been reading articles about this.""I've been reading a concerning number of articles about this."I laughed, resting my head against his shoulder, an

Sophia's POVEthan didn't say much once we were in the car, his phone resting silent in his lap now, the reply to his father's assistant already sent, the meeting confirmed for that afternoon at some office downtown neither of us had visited before."You okay?" I asked, watching the city slide past the window."I don't know yet." He glanced over at me, some of the earlier softness from the kitchen still lingering behind his eyes despite the tension gathering in his shoulders. "It could be nothing. Routine paperwork. My father's assistant tends toward drama even when the actual news is mundane.""But you don't think it's nothing.""No," he admitted. "I don't."I reached over and took his hand, and he held it tightly, his thumb tracing slow, absent circles against my knuckles the way he did whenever his mind was somewhere else entirely, working through a problem three steps ahead of the conversation we were actually having."Whatever it is," I said, "we said we'd handle it together. I m

Sophia's POVBy the third week, Ethan declared me ready for real roads."Real roads," I repeated, staring at him across the kitchen counter. "As in actual traffic. As in other cars.""You've mastered the lot. Cones don't honk at you or merge unexpectedly. It's time.""I could kill us both.""You won't. I trust you." He grabbed his keys off the hook, entirely too pleased with himself. "Besides, I'll be right there. Worst case, I grab the wheel.""That's not comforting, Ethan. That's the opposite of comforting."He just grinned, already heading for the door, and I followed after him with my heart already hammering, torn between excitement and genuine terror at the idea of merging into actual traffic with an actual human being's actual life sitting in the passenger seat depending on my judgment.We started on quiet residential streets a few blocks from the house, wide and mostly empty at that hour, and I gripped the wheel with both hands like it might try to escape if I loosened my hold