The Billionaire's Secret Christmas Baby. Chapter Three

Chapter 3

I pulled my Dodge SUV into the apartment building that I had my very first small condo in. I had bought it with the money my father had sort of left me when he passed. I was on my own since I was eighteen. I had worked and slaved at every job, I started my own company when I was nineteen. It wasn't until I was on my maternity leave that I learned what time off was. I was enjoying it until tonight that is. I still worked from home with the baby in tow.

I owned a cleaning business, and it made a little money last year. This year I lost more people due to my pregnancy, and not being there for people. The stress of my business made Victoria pop out sooner. I was still happy with every out come. I pushed Victoria into my warm condo. I took her out of her stroller and put her into her bouncy vibrating chair beside my desk. Put it on a viberate so she could still sleep, seeing she liked movement.

Victoria's father Mitchell Stalz owned a ranch in Calgary and made money off of the meat, it was good meat. He was very wealthy his whole family was. His family struck oil when his grandfather was a baby, and ever since then the family had money. I didn't stand a chance in hell to date him, I did still have the best part of him. I looked down at the sleeping baby with a half smile on my face. The best part? Really Coals?  My subconscious sneered at me. Ignoring her abusive voice, I set my mind to work. 

I looked at my employees hours and made calls to accounting and checking out every girl who had handed in the receipts, and cash. Making sure everybody had an equal and fair Christmas bonus. I looked around at the papers. Again another month and I was struggling to make everything work. I was staring at the screen I closed my eyes for a second. I felt my eyes and body grow heavy with sleep, when my phone rang. I answered with a yawn in my mouth.

"Christina Coals cleaning services how may I assist you?" 

"You answer all your calls like that?" It was Mitchell. 

"No, but I'm tired and the office is closed." I sighed, I hated the business I dived into, since it was better the stripping. 

"Well I called because I felt I owe you an explanation, see I like you, as a person. I just don't want a wife or kids. I like knowing I can do what I want. I like having that freedom."

Ok that pissed me off! I'm tired I have a baby hanging from my body at least seven to eight times a day, freedom left along time ago. 

"Fuck you." I think I heard him stop breathing as I continued.

"You think I have freedom now? I choose to have a child because it would give my life some hope that it's not all bad and it isn't, I still have my freedom, with or without you." I stopped to catch my breath, he somehow made me feel angry. "You do what you like I don't care if you send a cheque. I can do just fine either way." Lair. My subconscious piped up, as I spoke my piece. I waited for him to answer back. 

"What do you want? Me to be there to help hold your hand?" Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he said it.

"Don't bother, just go away." I almost screamed into the phone. 

"Why don't I sue you for child endangerment. Take away your problem and you wouldn't have to think about diapers or bottles." He would love that control as I thought about it.

"What do you want Mitchell?" I breathed, all thoughts were out of answers.

"I don't want the baby and I want the baby, I don't know it's all new to me. I just know I don't want you to be the mother." I didn't answer back I just hung up on him.

He can go screw off,  I double checked my front door, it was locked. I turned off my iPhone and unplugged the main line. I put a sleeping Victoria down in her crib and I crawled into my bed.

I laid in bed and thought about the first Christmas which was a half week away. I had kept to myself about this pregnancy since it was an accident. My best friend knew what had happened. My family didn't know. Then again my perfect older sister knowing I had a child out of wedlock would give her nagging rights for a few hours, if not years.

I had little to no money for food or my mortgage next two weeks and Christmas. Thinking of how to pick up extra clients. I looked at Victoria, she can find out next year about Santa. I turned off my light it would only be hour or so that Victoria would be waking up for her three am feeding.