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

scent of the eggs
hit her. She ignored it, chalking it down to her not eating properly
the day before. But it happened again when she was at the restaurant,
as soon as she went into the kitchen to talk to the chef about
something the smell of chicken kiev assailed her nostrils and her
stomach started churning. She ran to the bathroom and threw up what
little she had eaten in the morning.
    She
leaned back weakly in the stall, feeling miserable and wondered if
she had come down with a stomach virus.
    She felt
so sick she had to leave early to go home. She was huddled in bed
when John came over. He had called her and she had told him she was
not feeling well. He had told her he was coming over.
    “What’s
wrong?” he asked in concern as he saw her huddled under the
sheet. “Are you coming down with the flu virus?” he
placed the back of his hand against her forehead.
    “More
like the baby virus,” she laughed shakily, her breath caught on
a sob. She had not want to believe it. She kept telling herself that
it was a stomach virus but she had checked her calendar and realized
that she had not had her period for the last two months. She'd been
too busy to even notice. On her way home she had bought a pregnancy
test. When she had peed on the stick it had turned blue for positive.
    “Excuse
me?” he stared at her frowning.
    “I
think I am pregnant,” Rosa told him in despair. She had never
factored a child in her planning, it had always been: get her
restaurant up and running, then she would think about a family and
the worst part was, she was not sure if he wanted a child by her,
they had never discussed it.
    “Are
you sure?” He was not jumping for joy so Rosa realized with a
sinking heart that it was not something he wanted to hear.
    “As
sure as a pregnancy test can be,” she told him stiffly. Her
stomach was empty and she was feeling miserable and the thought of
food made her want to hurl. She did not have time for him to tell her
that he was leaving her.
    “What
do you want us to do?” he asked her gently, seeing the
miserable expression on her beautiful face. He wanted to take her
into his arms and tell her that everything was going to be fine, they
were going to be a family but he knew that would not be totally true.
He did not know if she wanted a baby. His baby and he still had not
told his parents about her.
    Her
heart jumped a little and she felt a flare of hope. He had said we,
so that probably meant that he was not going to leave her.
    “I
don’t know,” she shrugged, turning her face away from
him, feeling the tears starting to trickle down her cheeks.
    She felt
the bed move and realized he had come beside her and had pulled her
around and into his arms. He felt so solid and dependable that she
did not want him to let her go.
    “Whatever
you decided I am here for you and I want you to know that I want us
to be a family but I want you to think about what this means. I am
here baby,” he used the pad of his thumb to wipe away the tears
from her cheeks. “I am here Rosa and I am not going anywhere.”
    They
spent the night discussing the possibility of keeping the baby and
what it would mean.
    “I
have something to tell you,” he said taking a deep breath,
    “If
you are going to tell me that you are married and have some Chinese
wife and children stashed away somewhere then I am going to kill
you,” she warned him.
    He
laughed in amusement and kissed her full on the lips. “I am not
married and I don’t have some Chinese children stashed
somewhere.” He paused and with a sigh he told her. “My
parents have planned my wedding since I was a child. I am supposed to
go back to China and marry some demure young Chinese woman fitting
for my station and raise a family together. I told you they are not
very tolerant about Americans but it’s more than that. I am
their only child and I am expected to carry on the tradition of
marrying a Chinese.”
    “And
you have gone ahead and defied tradition by