A Moment Like You (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #2) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,96
and a half millimeters each, I’m saying they are four weeks along,” Blaire concludes. “We can call them baby a and baby b.”
“Two?” I ask, staring at what they called sacs. There are two tiny dark circles. “Our babies.”
“Our babies,” Sophia repeats, tears running down her cheeks. “We’re…we’re four now.”
“I love you,” I whisper in Sophia’s ear.
I kiss away her tears, and then lean to kiss her abdomen. “I love you too, little ones.”
Blaire and Hayes leave the room and after Sophia is dressed, I take her in my arms. “When I think it can’t be possible to love you more or be happier, you manage to prove me wrong.”
“Love you just as much,” she says. “I can’t think of anyone better than you to raise these little ones.”
Some days I still can’t believe I flipped my life upside down and risked changing for her. Not because she’s not worth it, but because I never dared to see beyond what I owned and who I thought I had to be. She injected me with enough courage to believe that we could be happy. I don’t know why my father wanted me to live in this town, but today I’m thankful that he was an asshole who couldn’t leave enough alone.
Thanks to him, I found my miracle.
My miracles, I repeat inside my head holding my entire life in my arms.
Excerpt
I hope you enjoyed reading A Moment Like You, keep reading for an extended excerpt of Loved You Once (Hayes story).
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Loved You Once
Blaire
The Aldridge brothers are like a force of nature. They’re like volcanic lightning, fire tornados, bismuth crystals, nacreous clouds, or typhoons echoing through lost caverns. They’re passionate and chaotic. They carry the strength and wisdom of redwood forests and the pride and anger of minor gods. Am I giving them too much credit by painting them to be larger than life?
…Perhaps.
It’s all about perspective. Some people compare them to a nuclear meltdown.
To say they’re interesting is an understatement. The Aldridge brothers are handsome, arrogant, and sinful.
Henry, the hotel mogul, is callous.
Hayes, the doctor, is handsome, nerdy, and detached.
Pierce, the lawyer, is an unrelenting know-it-all.
Mills, the hockey player, is reckless.
Vance, the former Delta Force member, is impulsive.
Beacon, the heartthrob musician, is rebellious.
Make sure to add as fuck to each of them. They all have an alpha side that’s infuriating,
I haven’t heard from them since their brother, Carter, died. Until their father died two weeks ago and they came barging back into my life. Am I ready to face my past?
I don’t know. All I care about is what I’ll get at the end of this deal. This will be like walking through a rose field under a volcanic eruption. Once I cross the bridge into their world, there’s no going back.
Hayes
“I didn’t think I’d catch you tonight,” Mom says when I answer the phone. “Are you still working at the hospital? Maybe you should quit and just focus on your practice.”
Obviously, distance doesn’t matter. A mother’s nagging is just one phone call away. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to fight the pounding headache that this conversation creates. We don’t speak often so I let it go and just listen. It’s nothing a pair of painkillers won’t fix once I hang up with Mom, but as she keeps talking, the pounding grows louder. I fight back a groan.
Today has been a long day. I’m tired after the back to back surgeries and almost half asleep. The accident on Highway 5 this morning brought in multiple patients who needed bones reset, consultations, and a couple of amputations. Fuck, I thought being an orthopedic surgeon would be easy, but when things like that happen, it makes me rethink my career.
“I spoke with Hilda Jennings,” Mom says on the other side of the phone.
Walking to the kitchen, I grab a tumbler glass and head to my home office where I have my whiskey. I pour two fingers and take a gulp. I remind myself that there’s an ocean between us, and she’s trying her best to be a part of my life in her own way.
“Sorry, I was working at the hospital, and I had to stay longer than I thought,” I apologize, before she lectures me that I canceled my date a couple of days ago.
“Well, her daughter is waiting to hear from you to reschedule,” she says. “She’s a fashion designer, beautiful and smart, too. You two have a lot in common.”