Wow. What can I say? Life really has a way of turning you upside-down, doesn’t it? It’s been six months since the Russian incident, and Carson has managed to put the fiasco behind him. It’s a good thing, because we’ve had our share of exotic offers from worldwide.

I like to think I play a part in landing his deals, however small. Then again, marketing is a pretty big deal in the real estate industry. While I certainly don’t run the marketing department, it feels like it sometimes. Jack keeps me on a short leash when it comes to work tasks, though Carson makes time to pay a visit to the department every day at lunch.

Things couldn’t be better, really. We may be moving a bit fast, but Carson asked me to move in with him a few months ago, and I couldn’t be happier. Though I was proud of my first Seattle apartment, I’m even more proud to spend every night beside the man I love.

Speaking of which, what Carson doesn’t know yet is that our near-constant lovemaking has had a somewhat predictable result, as I found out just a few days ago that I’m carrying his child. Our child!

I’m still not sure how to break the news to my beloved. While I like to think I know the man like the back of my hand by now, it’s hard to tell if he wants to be a father. I honestly think he’s at an age where he’s put the possibility behind him.

Then again, I have a way of changing things in his life. What can I say—I snared the playboy in more ways than one. I know I have to tell him, but how do you tell the man who has everything that he’ll be a father in a matter of months?

I suppose that’s part of why I’ve been putting it off; I’ve been trying to get a gauge on how he might feel about expanding our family, and while I’ve learned he’s never expressed a real interest in children, I know it’s not entirely out of the question that he’ll be excited.

Without a doubt, I know Carson will be a wonderful father. He has the kindest heart of any man I’ve ever met. I haven’t wanted for anything in the time we’ve been together, and I know he wouldn’t allow his child to live any life except the best one. The entire world will be at his or her fingertips.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as my beloved steps through the front door, carrying a bag full of Chinese takeout. I grin; the pregnancy cravings have already hit me full force.

“Honey, I’m home,” he announces, carrying the food into the dining area and setting a plate down for each of us.

I trail behind him, biting my lip and contemplating if this is the right time to tell him. It’s sudden, but is there ever really a perfect time to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant?

Distracted by the scent of the takeout, I take a seat at the table, and begin to pile food on my plate. He watches with a curious, almost amused expression, taking a quarter of the serving for himself. I dig in, my appetite voracious. He continues to watch me, his head tilted to the side as if he’s trying to get a read on me.

“Is there something on my face?” I inquire teasingly, wiping a bit of sweet and sour sauce off of my lips.

“Oh, no. You look beautiful. Absolutely radiant, actually. It’s just a bit strange; you seem like you’re absolutely starving. Have you not been eating lunch?” he murmurs, concern etched in his face.

I hesitate, bringing an egg roll to my lips. I meet his gaze, seeing nothing but love and understanding.

Admittedly, I do have some misgivings about ripping his normally extravagant lifestyle out from under him. While I know we won’t be like some parents who struggle to pay for diapers or formula, it will be a stark shift from our carefree nights spent watching over-the-top action movies and making love until the break of dawn. Gone will be the peaceful nights, replaced with long hours of staying up and seeing that the baby is fed, that the baby is changed, that the baby isn’t crying.

Without realizing I’ve been crying, I reach up to wipe a tear from my cheek. Damn pregnancy hormones. Carson is staring at me through wide, concerned eyes, and he reaches out to take my hand in his.

“I’m sorry,” I blurt abruptly. He hesitates for a moment before stroking his thumb along the back of my hand, moving in gentle circles.

“Sorry for what, my sweet?” he inquires nervously, but his lovingness just makes me cry more. His face twists in anguish for a moment, but he tightens his grip on my hand. “Just tell me what’s going on, my dear Aimee. I love you. You can tell me anything,” he soothes.

“Well, I found out a few days ago that…I’m pregnant. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, but I didn’t know how to—”

“You…you’re pregnant. You’re having a baby?” Carson interrupts. He stares at me, as if he can’t comprehend the words coming out of my mouth. “We’re having a baby?” he asks, awe tinging his voice.

I nod, and he takes me into his arms. His body quakes, and after a moment, I realize he’s crying as well.

“My sweet Aimee, why would you apologize? This is everything I’ve ever dreamed of,” he manages to get out in his sudden fit of joy, drawing away and peppering my face with kisses.

He picks me up and spins me around in a circle. I giggle happily, pressing my forehead against his as he lowers me back to the ground.

“I’m going to be a daddy,” he whispers, overcome with happiness and amazement.

“You are. We’re going to be a family,” I reply, pressing my cheek against his chest.

“My love, we’re already a family. We’re simply…adding on. And I couldn’t be happier about it,” he says sweetly. He cups my face in his hands, kissing me tenderly.

Somehow, I managed to win the heart of my billionaire boss. Next on the agenda is a billionaire baby, and though I don’t think our first vacation will involve Russia, I imagine raising him or her with Carson will be just as exciting and crazy as a car chase.

Somehow, though, I think we can handle it. With Carson by my side, I can do anything.