The Billionaire's Secret Child.

Chapter 6 - To new beginnings...

Grace's POV
My dreams for becoming a professional dancer are on hold, not forgotten, just permanently on hold for the next 15 years until my now, three year old twins head off to college or into the world, but I wouldn't change anything for the world. I sit here now, three years and 7 months since my fateful one night stand with their father, looking at the most beautiful pair of children I have ever seen.

My daughter, Weaver, is going to be a heartbreaker. Even at three years old her beauty is unparalleled. Her long blonde hair is flowing just past her shoulders, her skin is perfectly tanned and she has the most beautiful blue eyes, the iris is surrounded by a light blue colour that eventually blends into a darker blue rim. All of her features are perfect too! I can't believe that I had a part in making her!

Also, my son, Arloe, is identical to Weaver except in boy form. He was born before his sister, but I am yet to tell them this detail despite how many times they ask because I know it will be all that is used in an argument. It doesn't make Weaver any less capable than Arloe because she is 20 mins younger. Plus they will fight more often and as a single mum it is really hard to be both the good cop and bad cop. I am almost always good cop unless my kids do something dangerous that could put their lives at risk then I go all momma bear!

After I found out that I was pregnant I moved to southern Spain to live with my parents. It was a huge move from America to Spain, especially with the stress of being pregnant and making sure that the father never found out. I feared he'd take my babies away so I have made everyone that knows promise to never tell Matteo he is the father to my children, they will never and I mean never disclose any current information about me or 'my situation'.

My children are my world and even though they don't have a father that A. knows about them and B. spends time with them they do have a mother who cares and gives more hugs and support than they will ever need.

I don't want Matteo to know about my children because they shouldn't be involved in the drama that is his life, especially when he didn't choose for them to come into his life. I did. I decided I was keeping the child. He didn't have a choice and frankly I wasn't going to give him one. I have saved him all the drama and hassle a situation like mine would cause. I never realised that night that his was a multi-billionaire, if i told him about Weaver and Arlie he would probably think i was lying and trying to trap him, or, he would make me abort them. That thought causes sharp pain to my heart, if anything happened to my children i don't know how i'd cope. I figure that what he doesn't and will never know won't hurt him. I mean imagine if the media found out that an engaged-soon-to-be-married-multi-billionaire had a one-night stand with a ballet dancer that ended up pregnant with twins!!! They'd go crazy?!

So here I am, in Southern Spain with my parents and my beautiful children lounging by the pool. Both Weaver and Arloe know that the pool is a place that they can only go in if there is an adult. I am confident in their ability to swim because they have lessons and are taught survival for those situations but I still won't allow them to swim without me, grandma or pops. (Pops is Grandad).

"Mama please can me and Arloe swim with you?" Weaver asks cutely. "Sure, let me grab you both some floats." I am wearing a blue and white stripe bikini, Weaver is wearing a matching one piece and Arloe is wearing blue board shorts. I love when me and my little family are coordinated! It is so cute! I walk around to the pool house and grab 2 pool tubes, some driving sticks and some blow up fishies/lilos.

When I come back out my kids are drinking from juice boxes and kicking their legs in the pool causing them to splash water everywhere!! I giggle! They are such cuties. I throw the collection of toys into the pool and they scatter everywhere, my kids get excited and jump straight in, I follow them in but instead i opt for the stairs.

Arloe and Weaver both have pool tubes under their arms for support and although they are only three they are very water confident. They can both swim without aid and dive confidently to retrieve diving sticks and through hoops. I feared that one day they would run around the pool, fall in and drown. I believe in prevention and learning to swim would give them an extra few minutes if they found themselves in difficulty. Those minutes could save their lives.

We are all splashing around and playing and I have never been happier, the only thing missing in my life is a partner. I have a stable job at a local hotel that caters for the rich and famous and pays extremely well. I run the risk of meeting Matteo there but my friends Harriet and Javier (who are now married and expecting their first child) always warn me if he is in the area so that I can avoid him. They are my lifeline. They kept me informed on everything, from the date he would arrive, to the places he'd go to the day he'd leave.

It is currently a Sunday and tomorrow my kids attend their first day of school. They only do half-days for now in kindergarten because they are still quite young but I am a single mother with a full time job and 2 kids under 5. Up until now my parents have looked after them day in day out for the past 2 years (I took a year off when they were born) but now I work Monday to Saturday with Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays to spend with my kids. I don't live with my parents since the company I work for offers staff apartments and since I am such good friends with the owner/manager, Mac I live in the hotel apartments for free, my kids get breakfast and lunch on the house and if I need daycare I get 30 free hours per child a week. Being friends with Mac is amazing! He has helped me so much and I am truly grateful.

Once we are done playing around, we eat dinner at my parents house before heading back to the hotel/my home. I am fluent in 5 languages, English, German, Spanish, French and Italian. My kids are young but know English and Spanish pretty well. They sometimes mix it up and throw random Spanish words in if they can't think of the English and Vice Versa. They attend a Spanish speaking school that has an international schooling system attached. My move to Spain was the best thing I've ever done in my life.

"MMMMAAAAACCCC!!!!" My kids scream and run through the hotel lobby to greet Mac at the reception desk, he is pretty much an uncle to them. "Guess what Uncle Mac, Guess what?!" Arloe and Weaver shout in unison as Mac leans over and picks them both up, I am left to pick up their backpacks that they dropped whilst running through the lobby before heading over to join them.

"Erm, I dunno guys, erm... you got a hat made of hotdogs from Carlisle?" They all laugh loudly and Weaver says "NO Uncle Mac, we go to... to... escuela!!" Mac knows they get confused over spanish and english words so he corrects her. "Wow guys!! No way?! You are going to school?! That is sooo exciting, make sure you draw me a picture!" It is now that I realise Arloe has grown silent. He is looking towards the doors of the hotel, i follow his gaze and see...

Matteo.

I freeze, we are now staring straight at each other. I break the stare and glance around. He is stood with his girlfriend/fiancé and their presence has seemed to draw attention from the paparazzi, cameras are flashing and reporters are shouting questions now so he is slightly distracted.

"Mac I need you to help me right now.."
"Ok, what is it?"
"I... I need you to pretend we are together and help me get to my room before he" i point a glare at Matteo "comes over here".
"Ok, come on..." he walks us over to the elevator, still carrying my kids who are chatting animatedly about their favourite cartoon. He sets them down, he takes Arloe's hand and i take Weavers before Mac holds out his hand for me. I take it. The elevator dings and we pile into the elevator. I just want to escape to my room and hide my kids and I want to find out why Harriet didn't warn me... there is many thoughts running through my head that when someone shouts "HOLD THE DOORS" I do. Only when the person walks on I realise my mistake.... It's Matteo.