A Year With The Billionaire

Jayden’s POV

After collapsing for the third time, I was sent out of the ward where Isabella was wheeled into.

My mind is in disarray. My heart is racing and my head is spinning.

This anticipation in me is killing me slowly. Isn't collapsing better than being left off hanging without knowing if Isabella is fine or not or if she is giving her best in pushing out our baby?

I don't want fate to repeat itself. I want mother and child to be fine. I might not survive another disaster. Isabella means the world to me, and so does the baby.

For the first time in my entire life, I look up to the heavens, gradually becoming conscious of my surroundings.

I am still looking up, praying deep in my heart for the Almighty to perform a miracle; to make this easy for Isabella, and let the baby and mother survive this.

Before I can finish up with my prayer, I see my mother rushing toward someone who turns out to be the doctor.

I run over to him. “Doctor, doctor?” I chant breathlessly. “How is she?"

Gabriel and Sabrina had run over to her Grandma's place to bring the baby things and to inform her Grandma.

The doctor flashes me a smile and I shiver, wondering if this is a good sign or a bad one.

“What happened?” Grandma asks him.

“she is fine and the baby is fine too", he announces and I jump up with joy. Before he can say anything else, I rush past him into the room where Isabella is.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

“Isabella”, I shout her name as I race in. I touch her face, her eyes fluttering open and a smile making its way to her face. “Isabella”, I call out to you. “You did it’"

suddenly, the smile vanishes and she yells. “How dare you leave the room when I was trying to push our baby out?”

Guilt sets in and I drop my hands from her face to scratch my head nervously, as I try to think of an excuse to give her.

I am sure she didn't know that I passed out three times because of her screams and the way she was pushing with all her strength, hitting my face repeatedly without knowing.

“Won't you check the baby?" She asks the tone of anger no longer there. She points to a crib at the far edge of the room and I hurry towards the place.

A nurse is hovering over him.

My child. My first fruit.

The moment I get close, the nurse bows and leaves. Then I see him. The first thing that catches my attention is the eyes. They are just like mine. Blue eyes. His body is red like a tomato and he is wringing his hands as he fights sleep.

His feet are in the air and something breaks inside of me.

I can't bring myself to touch him because it feels unreal that I now have a child.

A little me.

I find myself falling to my knees, my hands gripping the crib quietly so as not to wake him.

“If he is sleeping, don't wake him, please. I need to regain my strength before I start practicing motherhood”, Isabella's low tone reaches him and it makes my emotions fly away.

I get up from the floor and take long strides toward her. As soon as I am close by, I kiss her lips.

She chuckles and lets me kiss her more intensely. Before I can pull away, a tear rolls down my eyes but she is quick to catch it with her thumb.

I pull away and watch her exhausted shape. She is smiling like an angel and it reminds me of how Helena was smiling down at me, making me believe that what Isabella said about Helena wanting me to be happy is indeed true.

isabella is an angel. She was sent down to come into my life, heal me, fix my broken pieces, teach me lessons of life and also love me and be the mother of my children.

“What do we name him?” She pulls me out of my thoughts.

with my right hand on my jaw, I reply. “You pick."

A wide grin spread across her face and she says. “Aidan.”

“Aidan? Did you coin that from my name?"

“Not” She says sharply, denying it.

I laugh at her embarrassed face, then peck her lips again. “I love you."

I desperately want her to say this back to me. I have told her countless times how much I love and adore her but Isabella hasn't said that to me yet. She acts as if she does but I still want her to utter the love word.

Instead of responding, she continues to smile, then signals to me to do something for her.

“What?” I ask with a confused expression.

“Help me with that little bag", she voices out and I quickly turn back to help her with the bag. She dips her hand into the bag to produce a small box,

it takes a while for me to realize that this box belongs to me. It is the same box I gave to her the very day I ended our contract by ripping the contract file into tiny pieces.

The same box that contained the diamond ring which I gave her as an offer of my eternal love for her.

She opens it slowly and puts it carefully on her index finger, her face radiating happiness.

I watch in awe as it fits into her index finger. When she drops the empty box back into her bag, I grab her roughly and kiss her lips.

Her hands; the right hand and the left hand containing my beautiful ring, hold firmly onto my head as she opens up for her, confessing her true feelings for me through this single act. Some sentences are incomplete if you are not reading this novel on . Visit to read the complete chapters for free. I force myself to pull away because I can't get enough of her. She needs to rest. She has just given me two greatest gifts ever in just a day and I promise to be the most understanding and loving husband and father to her and our dear Aidan.

Eyeball to eyeball, we stare at each other with love and adoration.

“I love you", I utter firmly, expecting a reply.

it takes a while but the words I expect come rushing out of her mouth. “I love you too, Jayden.”

“Now that you have accepted the offer to become my contracted wife for life, can we go home now or would you like to sleep?”

“Contracted?” She fakes anger and I nod.

“I do not want you for just a year anymore, I want you for life and till eternity’, I say but her look does not waiver. “Do you accept the offer?”

Instead of giving a sharp yes, she drags my head back to its original position.

Her mouth.

And we kissed.

Till the baby’s loud cries pull us apart.

THE END