You Again

Chapter 12

~Margot~

When we had finally woke up I was worried. It was half past noon and we had completely forgotten about Claire. I rushed out of bed, frantically putting on whatever clothes I could find and taming my wild hair with my hands.

"What are you doing?" His husky voice called from the bed.

"I don't know if you've realized, but we have a daughter and can't exactly stay in bed all day."

Theo simply rolled his eyes with a smile, "She's with her six grandparents and her cousins at the zoo today remember." His eyes began trailing me up and down taking in the outfit I had put on. I glanced down at myself with a grimace, silently shuffling out of my dress and Theo's trousers.

"You're so put together these days. I hardly get to see clumsy chaotic Margot anymore." He smirked, referencing our early college days.

"Don't expect me to fall down the stairs today." I scowled, crawling back into bed.

"Well, I wasn't expecting you to be able to walk properly... I was right by the way." He teased, referencing my newfound limp.

"Don't think you're off the hook." I mumbled into the pillow. "Why the hell do we need a mansion, the penthouse was perfectly fine?"

Theo sighed, the hand that had been rubbing my back ran through his hair. "I bought it when you told me you were pregnant with Claire. We were in a good place then, and I didn't think the penthouse was a good home to start a family. I wanted something more private than an apartment complex in the middle of the city. But you didn't even want me to meet Claire. You took off without a word. So I called the realtor and I told him I didn't know when we'd be moving in. I didn't want him to sell it to someone else because, believe it or not, that's always been my dream home. I've paid him a pretty good fee for maintenance every year since. Then about a week ago he called me and said he couldn't wait anymore. He needed me to sign all the contracts  within the next two days or he was going to sell it to someone who was actually going to live there."

"You could've told me sooner." I grumbled half-heartedly, not even bothering to explain why I left all those years ago, he knew why.

We weren't living together at the time, but me being his PA, I was almost always at his house or following him around the world when we weren't at the office. So much so that he had been kind enough to let me "have" the guest room. I had taken the few things I had stashed there and fled home to my parents as soon as he fired me.

"You're right, I'm sorry I didn't." He said earnestly, placing delicate, warm kisses on my bare shoulder blade. Heat burst through me instantaneously, but instead of making me furious and embarrassed it blossomed inside me, relaxing me and... well... turning me on.

If my mind had not been blissfully at rest, I would have stopped us the third and fourth time. But I cannot say I didn't enjoy them, quite the contrary. I doubt us stopping would have changed anything though, especially when we weren't using protection and he wasn't pulling out. Maybe we were both a little more drunk and hungover than we thought.

When we got back home that evening the three of us passed out watching movies on the couch. And the next day, instead of going to work like good business owners, we dropped Claire of at school and then deflowered our bedroom in the new mansion. Five.

It went on like this for weeks. I supposed we were making up for lost time. But we were also asking for it. We knew it when I began waking up cranky and nauseous, sharing knowing glances every once in a while, never words.

We were both afraid of words involving me being pregnant with his child. He was afraid I was going to leave and I was afraid he would do something rash.

But we couldn't ignore it for much longer. I went to the first doctor's appointment by myself, to confirm something I already knew but didn't want to believe. This could make us or this could break us.

"Well, you're definitely pregnant," the doctor had said. She gave me all the vitamins, scheduled my next check-up, etc. I went home and stared at the wall for the rest of the day.

That evening, after we had put Claire to bed, I decided to break the silence.

"Theo... I-I'm pregnant." I whispered, curling into the couch.

He looked down at my baby bumb with a small smile, "I know, love," Then he got up and headed down the hall, "Come on, I have something to show you."

It had been a while since he'd done something without telling me, but I was still instantly feeling the licks of anger. Before I could comment on it though, he unlocked the door to one of the unfurnished bedrooms.

Inside was all of Claire's old baby furniture, set up and ready for her new sibling. I was at a loss for words.

"We're doing this together." He said softly from behind me, "Whether you like it or not."