THE BILLIONAIRE'S SURROGATE BABY

Chapter 7

                       PHOENIX

As I stood before them, trying to steady my nerves, Rome rose from his seat, his gaze shifting between me and the elderly woman.

" You are late again" He whispered when he was closer to me.

" This is my mother, you can call her Mrs dante or Juliette"

My breath caught in my throat as Rome's words confirmed what I had feared. Mrs. Dante-the same woman whose jewelry I had stolen-was here in Rome's office, and she was no ordinary visitor.

Struggling to maintain my composure, I extended my hand, forcing a polite smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Dante" I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Mrs. Dante returned the gesture, her eyes studying me with a curious intensity. Panic threatened to overwhelm me as I wondered if she would recognize me, if she would expose my past indiscretions to Rome.

But as the moments passed, Mrs. Dante's expression softened, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"It's lovely to meet you too," she replied, her tone genuine. "Rome has told me so much about you."

Relief flooded through me, mingled with confusion. Rome hadn't mentioned anything about Mrs. Dante being aware of our encounter, yet her words implied otherwise. Rome doesn't even know anything about me apart from the part that I was 25 and I was a surrogate mother.

And can you all even believe that She insisted on following us to the doctor's appointment,I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered within me.

Every glance exchanged between Mrs. Thompson and me felt like a silent interrogation, a reminder of the secrets I harbored and the guilt that weighed heavily on my conscience.

But I was so thankful to God That her phone rang and she had to go so something really important.

But despite my fears, I couldn't shake out the fact that even though she remembered there was no proof that is was me, it might be some other girl that looks like me and as Mrs. Thompson bid us farewell, I couldn't help but wonder if she knew more than she let on.

As the door closed behind her, Rome turned to me with a curious expression. "Is everything alright? Is the baby alright?" he asked, his brow furrowed with concern.

I plastered on a smile, willing myself to push aside the doubts and fears that threatened to consume me.
"Everything's fine," I replied, though the weight of uncertainty still hung heavy in the air.

"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs...."

"She's just a surrogate mother, and besides, where is Doctor Phil?" Rome interrupted the doctor.

"Oh, he had a family emergency. I'm Doctor Jeff," the doctor explained.

"Oh," Rome acknowledged with a nod.

"So... is this your first pregnancy?" the doctor inquired.

"No, second," I replied, feeling a chill run down my spine at the mention of pregnancy.

"Hmm, how many months along are you?" he asked, jotting down notes.

"About a month," I answered, and he nodded, noting the information.

"I think it's actually a month and three days," Rome interjected.

"Well, your opinion wasn't needed, Mr. Know-It-All," I retorted.

"Maybe you should do some math sometime," Rome shot back, sighing in exasperation.

"Um, morning sickness?" the doctor redirected the conversation.