Her Asian Billionaire: A BWAM Pregnancy Love Story by BWWM Club, Mary Peart Page A

always helped and this year John had told her he
wanted to be a part of it as well. He wanted to contribute too. Rosa
had been pleased and she had given him a soft kiss on the cheek.
“What was that for?” he had asked her.
    “For
being you,” she had told him softly.
    She
introduced him to her mother and they hit it off immediately and
several times during the evening she saw the two of them chatting and
laughing. He looked way too cute with a large white apron over his
black pants and black sweater and Rosa felt her heart skipping a beat
as he looked up and saw her looking at him. His eyes spoke volumes
and her breath caught in her throat as he swept her with a slow
lingering look designed to start the heat rising inside her.
    It was a
huge success and as the people filed inside out of the cold, their
eyes lighting up at the sight of the food on the table, Rosa felt
herself smiling with pleasure.
    Her
mother had made her famous fried chicken and sweet potato pies and
had also done a huge bowl of collared green and Cole slaw.
    “I
like that young man of yours, he’s a keeper,” Joan Hurley
told her daughter when they were cleaning up later that night. The
food had disappeared fast and they had barely gotten anything to eat
themselves. It was a little after ten and Rosa was spending the night
with John and they were both going to her mother’s for
Christmas dinner. He had laughingly told her that he got the best of
both worlds, celebrating two Christmases.
    “I
like him too mama,” she replied glancing over to where he was
talking to a homeless man in a shabby overcoat and tattered gloves.
    Hayley
took her mother home and she went with John after promising her
mother that she and John would be there by four. She watched as he
pressed his expensive leather gloves into the man’s hands and
watched as the man bowed profusely before him in thanks. He really
was a keeper.
    *****
    The
atmosphere at her mother’s house was one of festivity. Hayley
had reached there before them and was in the kitchen helping her
mother put the finishing touches on the meal.
    To her
surprise she had included roast pork and chicken chop suey on the
menu along with a very large turkey.
    John
kept them fascinated with the different Chinese cultures and his
growing up as a child in a strict Chinese home and living in America.
Then it was time to open the presents and her mother smiled in
delight as she opened the various gifts she had gotten. Rosa had
given her a tan woolen coat, complete with gloves and scarf. Hayley
had gotten her a cookbook she had been wanting for a long time.
John’s gift left them all speechless. It was an ancient and
obviously expensive Chinese vase with a beautiful painting of a girl
sitting in the garden amid some of the most beautiful flowers they
had ever seen.
    “I
will treasure this forever,” Joan Hurley said softly, going
over to give John a kiss on the cheek.
    They
left shortly after and in the privacy of his apartment with the fire
blazing in front of them, he gave her his gift. It was a beautiful
red silk dress with mandarin collar and fine yellow stitching around
the waist; it was beautiful and soft to the touch.
    “Thank
you, I love it,” she said softly, leaning over to kiss him.
They spent the night in front of the fire and drank glasses of wine
and slept right there on the soft throw rug.
    *****
    The New
Year came, with it freezing cold minus the snow and Rosa having a
little more extra time on her hands. It was always slow at this time
of the year and she used to opportunity to deal with her paperwork.
She had spent the time at her apartment even though John had insisted
that with the amount of time she spent at his place she might as well
just move in. Rosa had told him no and he had not taken it very well.
    It was
the second week of January before she started feeling the signs. She
had gone into the kitchen to get herself some eggs before going to
work, her stomach started churning as soon as the