The Billionaire and Me - Complete Series: BWWM Alpha Billionaire Romance (11 page)

“
I
’
ve been planning a new venture for us,
”
Blake said.

“
What venture is that?
” 
I asked.

“
Well, it
’
s more something that
you
will be doing.
”

“
Me?
”

Blake nodded,
“
I know how much you want to do things to help underprivileged children.  We have enough money to last at least another lifetime if not more!  Working with you has really taught me a lot about other people and how they work.  Before I probably really wouldn
’
t have thought about it because I never lived in that type of situation. I never struggled the way a lot of people have and working with you has taught me about that.  I have so much to learn about it and I
’
m not sure that I can do it.  You have the experience and the know how to reach these people better than I could.
”

“
What are you suggesting?
” 
I asked.  I had an idea of where Blake could be going with this but I was not certain and needed to hear the words from him.

“
I want to start something up to help low income and disadvantaged boys and girls be able to get an education,
”
Blake said. 
“
If we start with them then that gets kids off the street and helps them become successful in life.  If they can be helped then who knows who else they
’
ll go on to help?  If we did something who knows how many others will be positively affected?
”

“
Are you certain?
” 
I asked Blake. 
“
This is a big step to take.
”

“
I
’
m certain and it
’
s a
good
big step to take.
”

Setting the tablet down I got off my seat and hugged Blake tightly.

“
If I knew I
’
d be getting a greeting like this I would
’
ve said it sooner!
” 
Blake joked and wrapped his arms around me.

I smiled at him,
“
How are we going to get started with it?
”

“
Well, we
’
ve got to go through the legal red tape.  There
’
s no getting around that.  After that
’
s done, we can find a good sized building, apply for programs, and hopefully get started.
”

“
How long do you think it will take?
”

“
I can
’
t say for sure but hopefully not too long.  There are a lot of questions and ideas that you need to write down so that we can get started.
”

I nodded.  There were a few that I had thought of but even more that I hadn
’
t considered.  Would it be for profit or non-profit?  I didn
’
t want parents to have to pay to send their kids to this place.

“
Where do I begin?
” 
I asked.

“
Start at the beginning,
”
Blake said. 
“
Think about it over night with what you have in mind and wish to do.  It
’
ll take a lot of planning so sleep on it and see what we can come up with.
”

“
We?
”

Blake grinned,
“
What kind of husband would I be if I didn
’
t help my wife in this effort to help people?  It
’
ll be largely your project but I
’
ll be happy to help you with it where I can.
”

Blake was right that planning these sorts of things could be time consuming and it was up to me to research and bone up on what I needed to know.

It didn
’
t take me long to sort out a list of what I did and did not want.  To me it was fairly simple but to others it would be terribly complicated to figure out.  Funny how things like that work out.

Blake was there to help refine ideas and even to get in touch with a lawyer to make sure that everything I had hoped for was legal and doable.  There was a lot more into starting a program than I thought there was!  It
’
s funny how things are like that.

What we would think as the
“
simple
”
ideas were the most complicated ones.

I think during that time I learned more about the law and programs than I thought was possible.  I really began to wonder if even the rules had their own set of sub-rules and if those sub-rules had their own sub-rules?  Sub-sub rules?  How far could this even go?  I began to feel like Alice who was about to enter Wonderland.

Blake originally had the idea of my idea being a little sub idea of his so that if it didn
’
t work out I wasn
’
t out a lot of money but only time.  I did appreciate the thought an idea.  Finding building space was not cheap and if it were done by my own money it would take far, far longer than I could hope for.  I needed the help and I was grateful to get it.  I knew Blake meant well and only wanted to help me.

Still, I was bound and determined to make this happen and I wasn
’
t going to let some small roadblock stop me.  I was going to see this through or die trying.  I realized how clich
é
that was but that didn
’
t matter.

I liked it that our relationship was on not just a physical state but also a mental and emotional.  I liked it that we thought alike and were able to communicate on more than one level together.  There was that maturity moment again
…

So far I had been able to successfully navigate through difficult family members and old girlfriends.  It was tempting to tease Blake over the fact that that we have had so much happen to us in such a short time by certain people.  I knew he would take the ribbing good naturedly, and would probably come back with a few of his own words, but maturity again kicked in so I decided not to discuss it.  Maturity certainly was beating me over the head today.  Bad maturity!  Bad!  Down!  No cookie!

I was still at the desk when Blake came in.  I felt him put his strong hands on my shoulders and I knew he was smiling despite my not yet looking up at him.

“
Anything exciting?
” 
He asked and bent over to kiss the back of my head.

“
Here are my plans!  Care to read them?
” 
I asked.

“
How about tomorrow?  Tonight is for the two of us.
”

As honey moons do end and plans were beginning it was time to get down to business.  It did feel a bit of a pity that the honey moon had ended.  Blake and I did enjoy our time when we were enjoying and experiencing our time together.

It was really a pity that that wonderful time had ended and now it was back to hard work at our plans.  Dad always did say anything worth having or doing was worth working hard for.

Days before I had spent time in the well-lit dining room with written out plans.  To one side of me had been the ones that had been reviewed and the non-reviewed on the other side.  At first I wondered how Blake was able to do this and keep his mind?  It was hard at first but I had remembered being told to start at one part and slowly work my way across the work.

Between planning for the program to help the kids real life decided to get in the way.  It was good at doing that when one least expected it.

Lucky for us it wasn
’
t someone from the past trying to wreak havoc and mayhem.  I think Blake and I both had enough of that in the past and probably even enough to last into the future as well.

It did seem, however, that someone in the family was causing it.  Or more accurately put, someone soon to be
in
the family.

I stared at the home pregnancy test with wide eyes.  Two pink lines stretched out across that white oval as clear as day.  At first it appeared to be just one line until the second came into view.  It was then I was thinking I should have gotten one that had clear text about what my current state was.  The first test I had ignored and rejected thinking I had been given a false positive.  There were or even are plenty of conditions that could create these.I didn
’
t think it was disease that could have created the signs.

In the very beginning I had feelings of nausea and vomiting.  After a few days I felt fine, and blamed it on a case of the flu that had been going around.  It seemed everyone Blake and I knew lately was busy bent over and hugging a toilet while paying their homage to the porcelain altar. 

So far I had been lucky enough to be able to escape it.  I had gotten my flu shot and washed my hands after each activity and it really helped cut down on the amount of times I got sick.  Yet all that protection wasn
’
t a guarantee that I would be able to escape the flu.  It
’
s a good thing to remember and get into the habit of kiddos!

Now I stood in the bathroom, still in my night clothes, and staring at a pregnancy test.  Truth be told, I never imagined it would turn out that way.  Really, I didn
’
t!  I suppose I always had that romanticized idea that I would be learning about the baby at the doctor
’
s office or through some other setting.

Mom had called me her
“
love goblin
”
because of how active I was when she was expecting me.  She later said that I would have a baby just like me.

I think it was time I owed her an apology.

It certainly wasn
’
t the most romantic way to take Blake that I was now pregnant but it was time.  He should know and it was about time I needed my mother
’
s advice on what to do and what to expect.

I really didn
’
t want to become one of those helicopter parents that researched every little detail about what would be happening to my body, but I sure did want to know about it.  I had the feeling my sister might be most interested in what was going on as I was the first of the two of us to get married let alone have a child.

When should I even tell them?  Mom didn
’
t tell the rest of the family until she was in the second trimester as she had been told doing so sooner could cause harm to the baby.  I had no idea if it was true or not or if it were even a religious thing that she had been told.  Still, I wondered what she would think if I told her ahead of time?  I certainly couldn
’
t lie and end up having one of the longest human pregnancies on record!

The first thing to do would be to tell Blake.

I was going to do so had he no rushed past me.

“
Clear the way!  I
’
m gonna
—”

It didn
’
t take long to realize what was happening and what he was about to do.  I stepped aside very quickly to avoid him and stepped out of the bathroom.  Even when sick people still deserved their dignity.

I did suppose the news could wait as I wasn
’
t completely sure that I was truly expecting.  I should at least see the doctor first as home testing kits could be wrong.  I wasn
’
t sure why I was being so paranoid about it.  What reason did I have to be paranoid about?

Once I had news one way or another I
’
d see about telling Blake the news.

“
Are you alright?
” 
I asked Blake.

“
I
’
ll be fine once this passes,
”
Blake replied. 
“
I
’
ll get something to eat and drink when I
’
m feeling better.  I
’
m hoping to be able to keep something or another down.
”

“
I
’
ll get some lemon-lime soda for you,
”
I offered.

“
Thank you,
”
Blake moaned lightly.

I went out to the kitchen and found a bottle of unopened soda.  I had also noticed a can ginger ale next to it.  I had decided maybe I should have the ginger ale and would let Blake have some soda.

Reaching out I pulled two cups from the cabinet and placed them on the counter.  I didn
’
t bother pouring any soda out for Blake but would wait for him to meander on out to come and get it.

I had decided to drink the ginger ale and made myself a mental note to see the doctor.  The sooner I knew if I was expecting the better I could prepare and tell everyone the news.