Billionaire Maid

24.

Hey my lovelies.
This chapter is dedicated to _harrystyles22 for all the never ending hilarious comments. I know you didn't see this coming right??
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Enjoy.
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Exactly at ten Rafael arrived at my house. On time. I curved my lips up in a small smile as I opened the door for him.

"Hey." Rafael said as he awkwardly pulled me into hug and kissed my cheek. Wow. Things have never been awkward between us. This is a first.

"Hi." My hoarse voice called out making me clear my throat.

I lead him into the house, happy that my mother isn't at home. There would be no time for all her drama. She would probably ambush me with a billion questions as to why Rafael is here.

I lead him into the kitchen. What to offer?

"Coffee?" I ask him, my voice breathy. What is wrong with me? He nods his reply and I make two cups of coffee. One for him and the other for me.

I hand him his coffee which he in turn replies a thank you. Hmm. He sips his coffee and his expression is grateful, I made it just the way he likes it. Creamy.

I'm about to take a sip of mine when he stops me.

"You aren't meant to be taking coffee, are you?" He says and his eyes are shinning in mirth. He finds this amusing.

I remember I haven't taken a look at the leaflet Doctor Eva gave me for the do's and don'ts of pregnancy. So I see he has taken time to research on this.

I question him with my eyes.

He collects the hot coffee gently from my hand, making sure it doesn't spill.

"Pregnant women aren't meant to take coffee, alcohol or other acidic foods. " He answers.

Okay, in snarky comment my subconscious replies him, her arms crossed and she's tapping her foot.

"I see you've researched." I say, teasing him. My lips momentarily pull in a smile.

"Oh yes I have. I want our baby to be healthy, very healthy. " He says, smiling back at me.

Oh. Baby. I think its time I tell him its Babies. Not Baby.

"Don't worry, Rafael. " I say pausing. Taking a deep breath, I add. "Our babies will be very healthy. "

After a moment, his eyes widen.

"Babies?" He breathes out, abandoning his coffee coming to stand next to me.

"We're having more than one baby?" He asks, he looks like a young child just realizing something. He is grinning at me, flashing his pearly white teeth at me when I nod. I like the fact that he calls the baby ours.

His hand hovers above my baby bump, his eyes are asking me if he can touch me. Oh God! I love this man!

"Go on." I voice out my answer. His hand rests on my stomach, as he looks at it. I can tell how happy he is. Wow, he really has strong feelings for children.

"Can..can I see it? Your belly?" He stutters out.

I take a moment to think about it and I finally give in. It's not like he'll be seeing my whole body.

Which he has, my subconscious butts in and I ignore her.

He just wants to marvel at how his babies are growing so I pull my sleepshirt up carefully when I recall that I'm not putting on a bra.