The Billionaire’s Risky Pregnancy

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Blurb:

An interracial pregnancy, billionaire, whirlwind romance book. For schoolteacher Tasha, her students are everything. So when billionaire Smith Heller threatens to replace their cherished playground with a pharmacy, she’s determined to stop the arrogant yet attractive man.

But her plans falter when she falls in love with him instead. The two go from despising each other to being in love quicker than they realize… And amid it all, Tasha finds herself pregnant!

Tasha’s love for children is unwavering… But can Smith move on from his traumatic past and be there for his child? Or will he abandon Tasha once the baby is born? Find out in this pregnancy romance story by Angie Scott.

Chapter 1

Tasha Finn always got out of bed well before dawn. She relished the quiet moments and laced up a ratty pair of sneakers, broken in and unbelievably comfortable despite the tiny hole just over her little left toe. Tying her braids over her neck in a messy bun, she left her second story apartment and made for the woods behind the complex. After pushing through a few trees, Tasha found the well-worn path and started to jog as the dark sky began to glow with a gray light. Her blood pumped along with her legs as the birds started to sing and several squirrels came out of hiding in search of their breakfast. The pastoral scene made Tasha long for a simpler life without asphalt and concrete at every turn. More than once, her sister, Lynette, had extended an offer. What was to stop Tasha from packing it all in and joining the girl and her husband in Vermont? Tasha loved the long weekends and the lazy summer days when she left New Jersey behind for Lynette’s quaint cottage bordering a bubbling stream.

But her life was not entirely her own, and one glance at Tasha’s watch told her that it was time to get back and prepare to meet the day.

Showering quickly and then wolfing down an energy bar and two hard boiled eggs, Tasha selected a pencil skirt and a navy blue sweater from the clutter of her closet. She lined her eyes and coated her lashes in mascara before giving her face the once over and stepping into her pumps. With her shoulder bag pressed close to her side and her keys in hand, she climbed down her stairs for the second time that morning.

Now the world was starting to come to life. Regina from across the way was dressed like a professional in a maroon suit and black heels.

“Morning,” Tasha said with a quick wave. “Look at you! What’s the good word, Regina?”

“I’m temping for an estate lawyer this week,” she said with a heavy sigh as she flicked a few loose strands of silvery hair over her shoulders. “They say it might turn into something permanent. But that would mean that they’d have to offer me benefits.”

“So you’re not holding your breath,” Tasha said with a sad smile.

“Count your blessings,” Regina said. “That’s one thing that you don’t have to worry about.”

Tasha didn’t miss the bitterness in the older woman’s voice. Maybe Tasha was the lucky one and she was grateful and anxious to get on with her commute when she spied Jonathan in the parking lot trying to wrangle his three small girls into his SUV.

“Need some help there?” Tasha offered. He gave her a desperate smile, and Tasha lowered her bag beside her car as she rushed to the man’s aid.

“Where’s Karen?” Tasha asked as she tried to buckle the youngest child in as Jonathan ordered the twins to stop picking on the runt of the family’s litter.

“Hospital has her on nights,” Jonathan said as he gritted his teeth and gave into the losing battle with a frustrated groan and the crash of his palm against the hood of the vehicle. “If you kids don’t shut up I swear to God I’ll—”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tasha soothed as she lightly touched his arm. “You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

“Listen to Mary Poppins,” he muttered under his breath. “You gonna make dresses out of the curtains next?”

“Um… that’s The Sound of Music,” Tasha offered. “You’re mixing up your Julie Andrews.”

He stayed silent as Tasha snapped her fingers to capture the freckled children’s attention.

“Would you like to see something special?” Tasha asked. Three pairs of eyes and ears perked to attention, and Tasha moved quickly around the moment of silence and reached into her bag. Pulling out a slim enveloped, Tasha waggled her eyebrows and narrowed her gaze.

“These are rainbow stickers,” she started. “You can put them on your backpacks and they’ll never fall off.  Even when it rains. Isn’t that neat?”

The little heads nodded, and Tasha smiled. She had them on the hook; all that was left was to reel them in.

“I know,” Tasha said “Now I’m going to give this to your Daddy. And when you get to school, he’ll give these special stickers to whoever was the quietest for the whole ride. Do you think you girls can do that?”

Right on cue, they turned into church mice and sat on their hands as they fixed their eyes forward and held their tiny tongues. Taking advantage of the silence, Tasha finished fastening the seat belts and closed the door with a smile.

“That’s some trick,” Jonathan said as she passed the envelope into his hand. “Only one problem with your plan.”

“What’s that?” Tasha challenged.

“How do I keep them calm when only one of them gets the reward?”

“Jonathan…”

Linking her arm in his, Tasha guided him a few inches away from the vehicle and stretched to the tips of her toes to whisper into his ear.

“There are three strips of stickers in the envelope,” she assured him. “Everyone will get a prize, and then you can head to work with a happy heart.”

Jonathan stared at her with wonder in his eyes, and he slipped the envelope into his breast pocket as he patted her shoulder.

“Thanks,” he said. “You really are a lifesaver.”

“More than happy to help,” Tasha said. She waved at the little girls and started for her car when Jonathan arrested her movements and tilted his head to the side.

“You should really have a few of your own,” he said. “You’re so good at this.”

Tasha sighed and absentmindedly laid her hand across her belly. The thought had crossed her mind more than once. But she had to find the right man to make it work.

And it wasn’t as if her life lacked for children.

“See you later,” Tasha said as she sat behind the wheel of her Civic and pushed the gear into drive. Turning out onto 46 and catching one red light after another, Tasha tapped her fingers to the console and futilely hoped that the traffic might thin as soon as she hit the highway proper. The few minutes with Jonathan’s girls could not have set her back that much, and her blinker clicked as she headed up the ramp and had to brake.

Gridlock. In spades.

Tasha tossed her head back with a sigh and cranked up the Sirius as she settled in for the long haul. Sometimes it was an accident; more often than not it was four lanes reduced to one in the service of patching up potholes or painting fresh lines onto the asphalt. In Jersey it was always something, and life with Lynette seemed like the best of ideas when she pictured Jonathan’s girls delighting in the stickers. She wasn’t Mary Poppins of Maria von Trapp. Singing was never her thing, but there was a school full of little girls and boys that needed her to stay the course, and right on cue the traffic started to thin and she got off at Exit 28 and passed through a series of green lights before she turned into another parking lot.

“Hi, Miss Finn!”