Billionaire Boss 37

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Chapter 37

Leah

Three months later

“Pregnant? For fuck’s sake, Leah, how could you just let it happen? I thought you were smart enough to use condoms!” my dad yells at me.

I stare down at my plate in response. A second ago, I was enjoying a lovely family dinner with my mom and dad, but then my dad had to mention that I looked bigger. So what did I do? announced that I was pregnant.

they aren’t taking it well.

“Leah, I don’t often fully agree with your father, but this?” my mom shakes her head. “This is madness! You can’t keep the baby, or you will be throwing away your future!”

“So where is the father? Better yet, WHO is the father? Who dared to get you pregnant?!”

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I shift in my seat, something which makes my mom gasp and cover her mouth with her hand. It seems she has mistaken my unwillingness to tell them Caleb is the father for stupidity because the next thing coming out of her mouth is, “Don’t tell me you don’t know who got you pregnant!”

Instead of giving me a second to answer, my dad stands up from his seat to pick up his phone from his pocket. “This is all roadness–fucking MADNESS, I’m telling you!” He shouts at me while typing furiously on his phone.

When he places the phone against his ear, I grow suspicious and forget about the pasta on my plate. “Who are you calling?“I ask in a demanding voice.

“A doctor so you can have an abortion.”

“What? But that’s not what I want!”

“Oh, you are having this abortion, Leah.”

“Like hell I am!” I shout, slamming my hands on the table and rising to my feet. “This is MY body and MY choice! And guess what? I’ve decided to keep the baby, so that’s what I’m fucking doing, okay?!”

“You’re only nineteen, Leah!” my dad shouts back.

I turn my head to look at my dad. As expected, he is panting like a dog, with his face turning redder than a firetruck. As an old–school parent, he hates it when he isn’t in control of a situation. It always results in anger, and I can see the little vein on his forehead pulsating with rage. When I was little, I always knew that was the telltale sign to stop arguing with him unless being grounded was what I wanted, but this fight is important. It’s about my baby’s life, and I can’t back down!

“What does age have to do with anything?” I counter in a venom–filled voice.

By now, my dad looks ready to choke me on the spot. “Everything! You’re still a child yourself and absolutely shouldn’t be in charge of raising another person!”

Frustration burns in my veins until making it up to my throat, “Im not a fucking child!”

“You are!” my dad growls. “You still live at home, and that’s how I know you’re not ready to take care of a child!

Chapter 37

Is he serious right now? I might live at home, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid or anything!

“I never said becoming a mother would be easy–heck, it’s probably the hardest job in the world. I have mad respect for every mother out there, and yes, I honestly might not be ready for this, but I want to keep this baby regardless

My words make my mom’s face change to concern as she reaches across the table to grasp my hand. I expect her to be on my side, but she utterly betrays me by saying, “Leah, honey, please be reasonable. Think of your future, your education. your career goals. Having a baby now will derail everything you’ve worked so hard for.”

1 yank my hand away and hiss at her in a low voice, “Don’t try to talk me out of having this baby when I’ve already made the decision to keep it!”

My dad fixes his eyes on mine. “Fine. Have it your way. We won’t try and talk you out of having it, but you’re not having a baby in our house!”

My eyes widen. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” my dad looks awfully smug–he definitely thinks he has won this argument and even dares to smile like the Cheshire Cat. “If you keep the baby, you won’t be raising it here. Not a chance.”

I stare at my dad in disbelief. “You’re… you’re kicking me out?”

“We are not kicking you out, Leah, my mom says softly, causing me to snort.

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure throwing me out on the street with a baby in my arms is exactly what my lovely dad here is trying to do.”

A glare is sent my way. “We are only throwing you out if you keep the baby

“Which you shouldn’t!” my mom “helpfully” fills in before adding, “You have to understand that we aren’t your enemies, Leah. We just want what’s best for you. And having a baby at your age, without a father in the picture… it’s not the life we want for you.”

“Well, it’s the life I’m choosing!” I snap.

I push back from the table and storm out of the kitchen. My mom calls after me, but I ignore her as I race up the stairs to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me before I start packing up a bag.

Hot, angry tears stream down my cheeks as I start throwing clothes into it. I have nowhere to go, but I will figure it out because I’m not going through with an abortion–my parents are monsters for trying to force that on me.

As I stuff the last of my things into the duffel bag, fear gnaws at me. Where will I go? How will I support myself and my unborn child?

Fear is gnawing at my mind, and when I glance back at my childhood bedroom, I actually get teary–eyed. It didn’t feel that long ago when my dad and I painted this room together. I was a tule kid back then, and soon, I will have a little kid of my own–how crazy isn’t that?

Leah Foster, the erotic author who still lives at home, is about to become a mother Jeseems unreal to think about, and now, more than ever, I need a job to support me and the little life I’m carrying in my belly.