Love's Unexpected Arrival: A Billionaire Holiday Romance
I look down at the address given to me by the nurse at the donor bank.
It was a miracle that she empathized with my sob story and decided to give me the information of Jasmine’s biological father.
Now I’m here, sitting in my car, outside of his apartment building. Waiting. Hoping that things go right for Jasmine.
My baby is getting fussy. It’s my fault. I should have gone up there a while ago, but I lost my nerve, and when I saw him leaving, I was even relieved that I didn’t have to face the music right away.
Now, we’ve been sitting here for over three hours, and my little one is hungry. “It’s okay, baby, mommy’s coming.” I coo softly, as I sit back into my seat and try to breastfeed. Yes, I said try, because at this point that is all that I can do. I’ve not had the money for a decent meal in days, my savings dwindling to hardly anything. I lost my cell service two weeks ago and decided that using what is left for food and gas is more important than speaking to anyone right now.
Even Stephanie, my best friend. She’s always too busy anyway. Better me focus on this little one and make sure she’s okay than anything else. I’m hoping the answer to my prayers will be the man that I am waiting for to return home.
I’ve given Jasmine as much milk as I can and fortunately, it’s enough for the time being. I lull her to sleep, and recline my seat.
“It’s okay, baby. Everything will be okay. Mommy will make sure of it. Hopefully, daddy will too,” She whispered. “Now…we just have to wait.”
When Jaafar, a successful businessman, least expects it, a mysterious woman named Journee arrives at his doorstep with a shocking secret: a baby girl they share. Initially resistant, Jaafar is drawn into a world of love, responsibility, and unexpected passion. As they navigate the complexities of their newfound family, a love story blossoms, challenging their preconceived notions and forcing them to confront their pasts and embrace an uncertain future.
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“Have a seat,” I watch her as she settles in a single large chair in my living room.
The baby looks like her; beautiful, but she has my eyes, those freckles, and that hair. Unmistakable. She is one beautiful baby. And so is her mother; large, doe-like eyes with a color similar to the whiskey swirling in my glass, her hair, raven dark……
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