Free The Consequences of That Night by Jennie Lucas Page B

to his and whispered, “It’s a miracle. Can’t you see that? Our baby is a miracle.”
    “A miracle.” Cesare glowered at her. “And you never thought you should share the miracle with me?”
    “I wanted to. More than you can imagine.” Emma set her jaw. “But you made it absolutely clear you didn’t want a family.”
    “Did you get pregnant on purpose?” he demanded. “To force me to marry you?”
    Emma couldn’t help herself. She laughed in his face.
    “Why are you laughing?” he said dangerously.
    “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you were making a joke.”
    “This isn’t a joke!”
    “No. It isn’t. But you are!” she snapped, losing patience.
    He blinked as his mouth fell open.
    She took a deep calming breath, blowing a tendril of hair off her hot forehead. “I’ve gone out of my way not to trap you. I’m raising this baby completely on my own. I wouldn’t marry you even if you asked me!”
    “Really?”
    She stiffened, remembering that she had indeed once yearned to marry him—even hinted at it aloud! Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She lifted her chin. “Maybe once I was stupid enough to want that, but I’ve long since realized you’d make a horrible husband. No sane woman would want to marry a man like you.”
    “A man like me,” he repeated. He looked irritated. “So you’d rather be a housekeeper, slaving for wages, instead of a billionaire’s wife?” He snorted. “Do you really expect me to believe that?”
    She glared back at him. “And do you really believe I’d want to sell myself to some man who doesn’t love me, when I can support myself and my child through honest work?”
    “He’s not just your child.”
    “You don’t want him. You said so in London. Right to my face.”
    “That was different. You made it sound like a choice. You didn’t tell me the decision was already made.” He folded his arms, six feet three inches of broad-shouldered masculine stubbornness. “I want him tested. To have DNA evidence he’s my child.”
    She ground her teeth. “You don’t believe me?”
    “The woman who swore she couldn’t get pregnant? No.”
    Ooh. She stamped her foot. “I’m not having Sam pricked with a needle for some dumb DNA test. If you don’t believe me, if you think I might have been sleeping around and now I’m lying just for kicks, then forget about us. Just leave. We’ll do fine without you.”
    He clenched his hands at his sides. “You should have told me!”
    “I tried to, but when I started hinting at the idea of a child, you nearly fainted with fear!”
    “I absolutely did not faint—” he began furiously.
    “You did! From the moment I found out I was pregnant, I wanted to tell you. Of course I wanted to tell you. What do you take me for? My parents were married straight out of high school and loved each other until my mom died. That’s what people do in my hometown. Get married and stay married. Buy a home and raise a family. Do you honestly think—” Emma’s voice grew louder, causing nearby people in the park to look at them “—that I wanted to be a single mother? That this is something I chose? ”
    Cesare looked astonished, his sensual lips slightly parted, his own tirade forgotten. Then he scowled.
    “Don’t even try to—”
    “Even now,” she interrupted, feeling the tears well up, “when I’ve just told you you’re a father, what are you doing? You’re yelling at me, when any other man on earth would be interested in—I don’t know—meeting his new son! ”
    He stopped again, staring at her, his mouth still open. Then he snapped it shut. He glared at her. “Fine.”
    “Fine!”
    Cesare turned to the baby. He knelt by the stroller. He looked into Sam’s chubby face. As Emma watched, his eyes slowly traced over the baby’s dark eyes; exactly like his own. At the same dark hair, already starting to curl.
    “Um,” he said, awkwardly holding out a hand toward the baby. “Hi.”
    The baby continued to suck the