The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Six

Chapter 6

The kiss was one to write home about. It was a fire burning slowly, building up to the fire works show. My lips parted a little. His tongue pushed a little in, I let him into my mouth. His tongue danced and laced with mine. He knew how to kiss. If only we hadn't jumped into bed, if only.

I broke the kiss as I looked at Victoria who's nursing turned into napping, she still sucked and pulled hard on my nipple.

"I can't just I can't," I said breathlessly.

"You can't what?" He said almost in a whisper pulling closer to me.

"I..." I looked into his eyes, he leaned in again. Wanting to kiss me and leave me aching for hours if not days for those lips.

"No stop, I can't have sex now, not again, I want only one child right now. That kiss was a mistake, we don't know each other and yet we both want different things for ourselves." I pushed him back a little. I felt hollow inside, as I said what I did. I wanted to be kissed, by him. The timing for us was not right, or at least not right now. 

He looked hurt as I carried on talking.

"I'm not on birth control, I have a baby, I just want." He looked at me, listening. "Safety." My voice cracked. "My business is failing, I have no money, I can't afford my house, and I am a mom." I wiped a tear from my eye knowing Mitchell couldn't help me. I had to prove to myself, I could do it on my own. I looked at him as I took Victoria away from me and burped her. He sat closer as I switched breasts and I covered my sensitive nipple. I looked at him, he kissed my hair. 

"Close your business, rent this place out, and move in with me. That way I can protect you, I can watch over our daughter. We will have our own sleeping quarters. You and I will co-mingle. You take care of our daughter but we don't date or sleep with each other. Unless you change your mind, you can see who ever you want. I will see whom ever I want, and if you come to a point where you want to live by your self, I will gladly step out of the way. At that point we will talk about our daughter's living arrangements. If I find out you are mistreating our daughter in any way. I will take her away from you, and you will never see her again. Are we clear?" 

"Yes sir." He smiled as I said it.

He put his arms around me to hold me closer as I fed our daughter.  The room temperature did get warmer in the last few minutes that Mitchell was sitting beside me.

"Where you go?" He asked after a few silence moments had passed. 

"Out to get milk and coffee creamer." I sat up as I answered him. He made me nervous being so close to him.

"Ok, I looked in your fridge last night you don't have much food. You go out much?" I shook my head. 

"I have been busy with her, and nobody has stopped by with a care packages. It's hard to put her down and eat food. I didn't tell anybody I was expecting, other then Melissa. Also I was up to two-hundred pounds before I had her now I am down to one eighty-five, and I still have another sixty to lose before summer." He looked at me shocked. 

"What? Some days I could go without a meal and be stressed out to not eat, and not know it. Mind you it was before I was pregnant. When I was pregnant, I would snack and eat everything that looked like food." Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief at my explanation to my answer.

"Ok Christina, I need you to eat please, every day every three to four hours, please. I want our daughter to be healthily and not eating off of nothing like you. Come on, if there is no food here, I will take you to get a hot meal now." He stood as our daughter still nursed.

"I can't, just let her finish, then I get her and myself ready." I explained. 

"Let me help you out with that. Where's her bag?" I looked at him.

"Doesn't she have a diaper bag or something?" I pointed to her stroller. 

"On the back there should be her diaper bag." He walked over and looked inside.

"Ok looks like she has everything she needs, when she woke up when you went back to sleep I changed her, also I changed her before you came back, that's when I knew she wanted her mom."

He smiled and walked over to the counter and put away the milk and the cereal.

"Ok how long do you think you will be?" He seemed eager to get me out of the house. 

"Why not eat what I brought home?" I asked as he looked up and down at me. 

"I don't like the fact you feeding your body crap glucose foods and passing that on to our daughter! I would like it if you ate a high protein meal like eggs or fruits, none of this." He went to my cup broad and found my cereals. "Rice Krispy vanilla shit, or honey shreddies! Like come on! No wonder your business is failing! You're eating this in the morning, and your brain is trying to think but it's in a fog. Christina, I don't want you eating this." Pointing to the cereals.

"And your fridge that's a sight! Nothing but cold cuts!" He pulled my freezer open. His mood got more foul as he poked his head around my fridge.

"Frozen chicken, only ray of hope. I knew you were horrible to yourself, this just proved it! And look, I can't believe it, 2% milk! The second fattiest milk that is probably loaded up with anti-bodies and steroids! Like fuck!" He slammed my fridge door so fast and hard it made me jump.

"Sorry just I take my health and life very seriously, I look for that in other people, it's hard to find I knew you didn't!" He pointed to me as he said it. 

"Then why you sleep with me?" I questioned him, close to tears.

"Antonio said you needed to get laid, and I did everything I could in my power to get you into bed, and it was too easy. You might have as well painted a sign over your crouch saying." I starting crying, Mitchell knew how easy it was. I was on my fifth cosmopolitan, and well into my sixth as he came around. He could have been mute the whole night and I would had slept with him. However I would have been the smarter one if I remembered the condom or birth control. 

I began a hiccupping sob, Mitchell came to me. "I'm sorry I took it to far. Christina stop look at me."

He pulled my face up into his palms. My tear soaked cheeks moisten his hands. He tucked a strain of my blonde hair behind my ear. I waved him away, as I sobbed. He was right, I had let go, I stop caring for myself, and shifted my focus onto my daughter's health and well-being. Mine fell to the waist side…Again.

"Stop just stop," I sniffed. "You sound like my father, he blamed me for that had gone wrong in my life. My sister's death, mostly he just force fed me to believe it was all my fault." I hiccuped as I continued.

"The food, the lonely nights, the work, I pour myself into it so I don't have to think about how wrong my life is. Victoria." I looked down as Mitchell looked at me, I sniffed again.

"She has given me a way to live again, I found a love so whole and pure, I couldn't think my life would be the same if I took her out of the picture." I looked at him, his green eyes looked deep within me as if to say, 'I understand.'

"Please don't take her away from me." I begged in a sob, he nodded and kissed my cheek.

"I can promise that if you promise to love and respect our her and give her anything she wants." I nodded in agreement to his words. By all means it was a promise I knew I could keep.

Victoria stopped feeding and burped her, straighten up and put on some more winter clothes for Victoria. I quickly threw on my maternity jeans, my favourite red top and put my hair into a quick ponytail. I put on a little make-up and I was ready to go. 

"Can we take my truck?" I asked as I buckled Victoria in her car seat that was mounted onto her stroller. He looked at me puzzled. "It has the car seat holder mounted of it plus I like driving. Please?" I asked again, Mitchell sighed.

"We'll take my Audi, AND I will drive." I thought about it, and used this to my advantage. 

"Your right let's take your car, does it have a baby seat carrier in the back?" He had the hand on my doorknob, as he cursed under his breath.

"Why must I choose to fight with you when you can't see it will be better when I do it?" 

"We'd take your car, had it have a back seat or baby carrier in the back." He looked at me as I locked my door. We walked in silence down the hallway to the elevator. I pushed the button for the elevator. Watching him watching me, gave me uneasy feeling he had a plan. I wasn't going to like what he had to say.

"I want your keys, and I want your fob, as of this moment, Christina Coals." The elevator went ding, oh no, I grabbed the wall for support. No wonder he wanted me out.

"You are moving in with me. That's final. No questions or yes

or no's your apartment will be sub-least I will take care of everything." He guided me into the elevator as he spoke.

"I will buy you anything you need or want. What our daughter needs or wants until she is eighteen." He paused when the elevator came to the underground parking. He guided me out, and to the door to get out, as I pushed our daughter out. As he walked, he talked.

"After that our contract will be over and I will make sure she has a healthily collage fund. You will be free to do what you like, I won't provide you with any funds after she is eighteen. If your apartment is paid for by that point you can move back in then. Ok?" I was feeling numb that this was happening to me, I walked to my truck. We reached my red Dodge truck I bought last year.

"Christina?" Mitchell asked, I looked at him in a blank haze.

"Do you understand the contract?" I locked Victoria's stroller, and walked into his arms. I tried to hold in my tears as I buried my face into his coat. His arms where at his sides as I wrapped my arms around him.

"I understand Mitchell and I accept your offer."  

After he helped put the stroller into the back of the truck. I looked at Mitchell in the rear view mirror, as I got Victoria into the back with her car seat. Locking her in, I settled into my seat as Mitchell started the truck.

"My truck?" He looked at me as I said it. "It won't be taken away from me will it?" He shook his head.

"Unless you want a new one?" I shook my head.

"No, this one is mine and I love her." 

I watched as Mitchell drove out of my old parking spot and out of my old home. Victoria was fast asleep and happy. Maybe this is for the best. I thought.