The Billionaire And His One Night Stand

New York, MiaText © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

I grabbed my phone to call Sebastian. I was already in my room after eating dinner and cleaning up the dishes. The soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm, comforting light around the room. I dialed his number and held the phone to my ear, heart pounding in anticipation. Sebastian picked up after the second ring.

“Hello Mia, did you receive my flowers?” he asked. His voice sounded slightly breathless, and I could hear the faint hum of traffic in the background. “I’m on my way home now from the office.”

“Yes, I did receive the flowers,” I replied, relief washing over me. “For a moment, I was scared I thought it would be from the stalker.” I chuckled nervously.

“Ahh, it’s just from me,” Sebastian laughed. I could imagine his boyish smile, the one that I loved so much, even though I couldn’t see it through the phone.

“What are you doing?” I inquired, curiosity getting the best of me.

“I’m getting a pizza because I’m too tired to cook. What about you?” he asked.

“I just had dinner with Bella, and now I’m laying in bed,” I told him, sinking into the soft comforter. “How’s the baby doing?” Sebastian’s concern for our unborn child always warmed my heart.

I put my hand on my still fairly flat stomach. “It’s living its best life,” I answered, chuckling at the little flutters I’d been feeling lately.

My voice grew serious. “So hey, I know we haven’t talked about this yet, but I asked my brother Kieran to be our child’s godfather.” There was a short pause on the other end of the line.

“That’s great,” Sebastian finally answered. “Sorry, I was taking my order… but, uhh, that’s good. I wished you’d discuss it with me first, though.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, feeling a pang of guilt. “I should have talked to you about it before making the decision.”

“It’s okay,” Sebastian reassured me. “Who’s the godmother then? Bella? Sophia?”

“I’m not sure which one to ask yet,” I admitted. “I think you could help me with that decision. After all, it should be someone we both trust and love.”

“We’ve got plenty of time to make that decision,” he said, sounding more at ease. “Have you thought about where we will raise our baby?” Sebastian’s question hung in the air, inviting contemplation.

And to be honest, yes, I had given it a lot of thought. The idea of raising our child had been a topic that had occupied my mind for a while. Our conversation had just taken a turn into deeper, more significant territory.

“I have,” I replied. “I’ve been thinking about it quite a bit, actually. I’ve always loved the idea of a peaceful suburban neighborhood, with good schools and a safe environment.”

Sebastian’s voice carried a thoughtful tone. “Suburbia sounds nice, Mia. It’s a place where our child can grow up with a sense of community and a yard to play in. But, it’s a big decision, and we should choose a location that’s convenient for both of us, work-wise.”

I nodded, though he couldn’t see it. “I agree, Sebastian. I think we should look for a place that’s not too far from our workplaces and provides the best opportunities for our child.”

Sebastian’s words hung in the air like a heavy cloud, casting a shadow over our conversation. “But that is the problem, isn’t it? My workplace is in LA, and yours is in New York City.” His voice was tinged with the weight of the dilemma that now loomed before us.

I stayed quiet for a few minutes, lost in thought. He was right. The geographical separation of our careers was a challenge we couldn’t ignore. It was a stark reality that had the potential to change the course of our lives, especially with the impending arrival of our child.

“It’s either LA or New York,” Sebastian said when I didn’t give an immediate response. He seemed to understand the gravity of the situation. “I’m not going to lie,” he continued, his tone sincere. “I bought a nice mansion in New York already for when the baby arrives. In case we decide to stay there and raise the baby. But if you want to move to LA for me, there’s also a nice home awaiting there.”

I let out a sigh, the weight of the decision pressing down on me. I knew that my career was deeply rooted in New York. My clients were here, my reputation was here, and I had worked hard to establish myself in this bustling city. If I left, I would risk losing a significant portion of my clients, and starting over in a new city, especially with a baby on the way, was a daunting prospect. It was one thing to take risks when it was just me, but now, I had a child to think about.

Moreover, I loved New York. It was a city of opportunities, a place where dreams were pursued, and I had always felt at home among the towering skyscrapers and the vibrant energy of the city.

“We will see,” I finally told Sebastian, my voice carrying the uncertainty that had settled in my heart. “For now, the location will be New York. But maybe eventually, we will move to LA. Who knows what our future holds?”

Sebastian’s voice held understanding and a hint of relief. “That’s true,” he agreed. “I wasn’t planning on being a father anytime soon. But here we are.” He chuckled, his laughter bringing a touch of levity to the heavy conversation.

“Here we are,” I echoed, feeling a mix of emotions, from the apprehension of the unknown to the excitement of becoming parents.

A yawn escaped from my lips, an involuntary reaction to the late hour. It had been a long day, filled with work and discussions about our future, and the fatigue had finally caught up with me. I rubbed my eyes, feeling the heaviness in my eyelids as I held the phone to my ear.

“You should go to sleep,” Sebastian said, his voice filled with concern and affection. He always knew when it was time for me to rest, even when I didn’t want to admit it.

I couldn’t help but smile, grateful for his thoughtfulness. “Thank you for the flowers,” I told him, my heart warmed by the gesture that had brightened my day.

“You’re welcome, wifey,” he said, his words laced with a hint of playfulness. It was a term of endearment that had become our own, a reminder of the commitment we had made to each other.

“Sweet dreams,” Sebastian continued, his voice soft and soothing. “I love you.”

“I love you.”