FORTY-TWO.

CHAPTER FORTY-TWO - Reese .




I couldn't believe I got into this jet with him carrying me in his hands, what was I going to tell Regina when she saw me? Mother was so worried but I told them it was fine, because really, it was fine.

On the flight back to Manhattan, Luther asked the flight attendant for a bowl of fruit, he forced me to eat the fruit. Then took my legs on his lap and gave me a foot massage, who might have thought Luther had this side in him? Well, he showed me little by cooking and caring about me, I think he is going to be a better parent than I will ever be, I unconsciously rubbed my abdomen and the baby kicked, it was a move so painful that I winced, Luther quickly wrapped his hands over me and asked what happened I was too excited to talk so I held his hands on my abdomen as they kicked again. The look on Luthers's face was worth a picture, I threw my head back as a series of giggles burst through me at his expression.

We got to the familiar penthouse in less than two hours, with the help of Luther I made it to his bed successfully. I sighed as he fixed the pillow around me so my huge belle would be comfortable.

“Are you okay this way?” he asked. I nodded and found it hard to talk, tirelessly I drift into a peaceful slumber.

The next morning, I was woken up by the sweet scent of pancakes, well blobs as I opened my eyes and I saw gently placed beside me in the bed. “Breakfast in bed, for me, huh?” I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows. Making Luther roll his perfect eyes.

“Keep dreaming, they are for my babies.”

“Babies? How did you know they are two?” I asked with one of my brows raised in curiosity.

“Can you not see your feet? No, because your six-month pregnancy is so huge that you cannot see beyond your tummy, there are at least two babies in there,” he pointed.

“Hurry up and eat, we have a test to run, then we can check the sex of the baby and how many we have there okay. Eat up,” he ordered.

I dug into the pancakes like my life depends on it. I'm beginning to get used to Luthers' dishes and I'm so scared of myself.

We walked side by side into the clinic, and I was hit by the harsh smell of disinfectant. I covered my nose with my perfumed scarf as we waited for the doctor. The doctor, a petite black woman, ushered us into her office and after pleasantries samples were taken for the paternity test. I laid down on the sick bed for baby sex confirmation and number.

One could see the joy that latched on Luthers' face after he was told that I'm carrying a triplet. He was shocked and happy at the same time when the paternity test came out positive, our babies happen to be two girls and a boy. Maybe Luther was going to be a better dad, the way he held my waist protectively as I climbed the car, the way he kept asking if I'm craving anything. He even asked if I needed a designer shoe! He looked like he was possessed. He was happy.

When we got back home I met the interior decorator waiting patiently, well, Luther had called the best in town to come to decorate his soon to be baby's room.

I sat quietly as Luther instructed the woman on what to do and everything. The woman left shortly afterwards to get to work, I thought because Luthers seems to act like the baby is coming the next morning.

“I have transferred the twenty million into your account, for the monthly upkeep. I am willing to give you five million monthly,” he spoked.

My jaw was practically on the floor, how rich is this man. "You mean right now, I'm over forty-four million dollars rich?” I asked dumbfounded, whilst he nodded. “Call Joe Biden, I want to buy the whole of America.” I sighed dreamily, making Luther laugh hard, harder than when he got control of himself I was already swooning.

“You should laugh more,” you look good, it was already out before I knew it so u bite down my tongue.

Well he ignored my compliment as we sat in a very comfortable silence. His phone rang and he picked it up.

Someone spoke from the other side of the cell, but I couldn't hear with the lines of worries stretched across Luthers' face . I knew it had to do with work.

“You mean. . . out of six applicants no one was qualified to take the job?” he asked whoever he was talking to. Then he sighed and ended the call.

“Everything good?” I asked closely.

“Mr Khan, my software operator had to relocate with his family back to India, for a week now I have been lagging, no one could fit into the job,” he complained.

“But you have one sitting right next to you why stress.” I grinned showing him my teeth

“You don't mean it.” he says directly, facing me, trying to watch me closely.

Maybe I'm joking or my hormones were at it again. I simply smiled. “I graduated from Brown's institute of tech with a degree in operating systems then I did my master's on software operating systems,” I blushed.

He looked impressed and proud. I ducked my hair shyly behind my ears. “That is impressive, you never told me,” he said.

“You never asked.”

“But I'm not going to let you work in this condition.”

“I'm healthy and strong, and besides it's just a floor down from your office. Don't you think it will be better knowing that i' a few steps away.” I batted my eyelashes, with the look on his face I knew I won this round.

“You will be paid three hundred and fifty thousand dollars monthly, come tomorrow with your resume and no high heels, no tight cloth, and not much standing.” he grimaced.

I grinned, making him roll his perfect eyes.



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