I'm All Yours | B.E

Bonus Chapter Three

"My kid is not going to be called Xavier," Billie crossed her arms over her chest and sunk deeper in her passenger seat.

"Why not?"

"Because one," she put her thumb up. "Your employee's name is Xavier and I don't want my kid to be named after your employee. No offense. And two..." her pointer finger came up as she pursued her lips to the side. "Actually there is no two. I just don't like it."

"What if I give you head?"

A downturned smile tugged on the corners of her lips as she turned her face away to take a look outside the window, "You're gonna give me head regardless."

"Come on!" Prince exclaimed from the back seat. "I did not need to hear that."

"Well, do you have any suggestions then?" Denzel ignored his friend.

"Nope," she began playing with her nails.

"You have turned down five of my suggestions while you have none?"

"Because your suggestions are stupid," she laughed.

"Oh you're so wrong."

"Oh I'm so right. Right, Prince?" Billie looked back at him for reassurance.

His eyes observed the couple that was sitting in front, staring right at him before he put his hands up in defense and looked over at Denzel, "Sorry, I'm not going to take any chances arguing with a pregnant woman."

"See?" grinning, she clicked her tongue with a wink. "I'm right."

"You could always name him Prince, just saying."

"Umm," her hand reached up to itch the back of her neck whilst she looked around. "Are you guys hungry? I think I'm starting to get hungry."

"See? She's trying to be slick with it," Denzel put his hand on the steering wheel.

The sentence made her smile drop, "I know who won't be getting head tonight."

"We found out his gender ten minutes ago and we're already arguing about his name."

"Matter of fact you're not getting anything tonight," she looked outside once again. "You're sleeping on the bathroom floor and I'm taking away the rug."

An amused look washed over his face when he looked over at her, "Where do you want to eat?"

"I don't know."

His downturned smile grew wider, "Prince?"

"There's a McDonald's around the corner."

"Does McDonald's sound good?" he looked back at her.

"If you're paying."

"Deal," he turned the car engine on with a chuckle.

As he put his car out of park, Billie's phone dinged in her purse.

He shot her a small glance when she pulled it out and lit up the screen.

"Everything's okay?"

"Yeah," she softly chortled. "My mom sent me a list of potential baby names."

"Remind me again, why didn't you want a baby shower?" Prince leaned forward, grabbing the backs on their seats.

"Felt no need," she shrugged.

Denzel spotted her scrolling down the list, "What are some of the names?"

"Uhh Lucas, Liam, Samuel, Ethan, Caleb. I don't like either of them."

"Lucas and Samuel aren't that bad."

"Disagree. William," she snorted. "That's a huge no."

"Anything else?"

"Nothing good."

"Nothing seems to be good for you," he took a turn for the driveway and rolled down his window.

"What'd you just say?" she raised a brow.

"Nothing."

"Yeah. That's what I thought," crossing her arms over her chest, she smirked.

"Hello. Welcome to McDonald's. What can I get for you?"

"Hi. Can I please get a large fry, nine chicken nuggets, barbecue sauce and a large coke?"

"Okay. Anything else?"

Denzel turned to Billie, seeing her leaned over to take a look at the menu before making him order for her and Prince.

After that he pulled up to the window and Prince spoke up, "I need to use the bathroom."

"What? Now?" Denzel looked back at him.

"Yes, now!" he opened the door and got out to go inside the building.

"Hello, sir," a woman in the window spoke whilst handing him the drinks.

She read him back his order whilst he exchanged his card for the bags.

Getting it back, he rolled his window up and drove towards the parking lot.

"After this," Billie got a hold of her drink. "I'll need a glass of wine and some good ass sex."

Catching Denzel's glare, she chuckled, "But since I've got your kid in me, the wine isn't happening."

"Yesterday afterwards you told me that we're not having sex for a month."

"I recovered."

"You could barely walk this morning."

"And still... I recovered."

"I thought that I'm sleeping on the bathroom floor and not getting anything tonight?"

"No, you're right. I have a secret lover you don't know about."

"Oh? Who is he?" he handed her, her fries.

"A smart, attractive man who owns his own jewelry company by the name Denzel."

"I love you."

"I love you, too," she grinned. "But I'll love you even more if you pass me my sauce."

When the back door opened, revealing Prince, Billie handed him his bag and drink.

"How's the apartment hunting going?"

"Oh!" she put down her food to grab her phone. "I found an apartment close to the office."

"How many bedrooms?"

"Two. A living room that's connected to a table and the dining room and one bathroom," she faced her phone screen towards him.

"Not bad. When can we check out?"

"I don't know. I didn't want to move forward with anything without consulting you."

"Give them a call and if everything is well, let's take it."

"Deal," a smile appeared on her lips.