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Blurb:
A BWWM, billionaire, marriage and twins pregnancy romance.
Through their work at an attorney firm, Chelsea and Matt have known each other for a while, and have been dating for the last 6 months.
Now Chelsea is ready to take things to the next level.
Marriage and kids are things they both want, and she’s ready to make that commitment to her man.
But by Matt showing his commitment to her, is Chelsea letting herself in for more than she bargained for?
Soon discovering there’s more to Matt than meets the eye, it seems committing herself to him will bring up complications that could actually threaten their future together.
Can they overcome obstetrical and surprises, both good and bad, to create the family they both so badly want?
Find out in this interracial romance by Stacey Pond.
Chapter 1
Chelsea pulled up to the restaurant just as the time flashed 7:00 on her dash. She pulled down the mirror. Her hair was pinned up for the night, an elegant necklace draped around her neck and a gold and diamond bracelet on her wrist. They were gifts from Matthew, along with the dress. She was in love with it. It was short, pearl colored pink and looked soft and delicate against her skin. The shoes were a gift too, a matching pair of pearl pink heels. Matthew had planned every single detail. On her bed there had been a note: Get dressed, look amazing (as always) meet me at La Blue.
She reapplied a layer of lipstick, smacked her lips together then took a deep breath. There was no way she could be totally sure, but she had that nervous feeling she sometimes got in her gut. She and Matthew had been dating for six months now. What had started as an office rivalry had quickly turned into a passionate romance. Sangi swore this was the night he was going to propose. Excitement tore through her, quickly followed by the nervous knot in her stomach. She forced herself to step out of the car and onto the pavement.
Her tall heels clicked against the concrete loudly. She gripped her small, white clutch a little harder and took her time walking into the restaurant. La Blue was one of Chelsea’s favorites. It was a small french restaurant with excellent cuisine and a relaxed atmosphere. It was a Saturday night however and the place was packed. She walked up to the small brown podium and spoke to a man wearing a white shirt under a dark blue vest.
“Rawlins, Matthew?” She asked as if she’d suddenly forgotten who he was.
“Ah yes, follow me.”
Chelsea made her way through a group of standing people waiting on a table and through the restaurant. Matthew was sitting at a small table in the middle of the restaurant. His black suit and red tie all the more appealing as he stood when she approached. She knew what was under that suit. A hard body, all muscle and tanned skin she loved to lay against. She smiled wider at the thought.
He pulled out her chair and she sat down. There was a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket. Three little candles floated in a wide, glass bowl giving the table a little more illumination. The dark blue tablecloth brushed against her legs. Matthew looked stunning, his deep blue eyes captivating hers. He flashed a smile at her and she felt her knees go weak. Thank God she was already sitting.
“You look beautiful, babe,” he said with his eyes still glued on her.
Chelsea couldn’t help but to feel heat rising up through her body. “Thank you. You look really good too.”
When the food arrived, Chelsea barely tasted it. She knew the food was good, but she was too nervous to enjoy it. The nervous energy must have been coming off of her in waves, because halfway through dinner Matthew gripped her hand and didn’t let go. Just as they were finishing dinner, she began to think she’d been wrong. He wasn’t going to propose. That made her both disappointed and slightly relieved. There was some small part of her that was so nervous about the possibility of getting married. That’s when it happened.
Matthew stood up and she thought he was leaving the restaurant. When she stood up however, he dropped down to one knee. It was swift, effortless. His hand reached into his pocket and came back out with a baby blue box. He popped the lid open and Chelsea covered her mouth in shock.
“I knew you’d been waiting for it all night. So, I kind of had to make you wait a little longer. I wanted it to be a surprise,” he said with a grin.
Chelsea felt tears forming in her eyes, her vision was getting a little blurry. “You jerk.”
“Chelsea Ayers, I have fallen in love with you in a way I didn’t even think was possible. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
Her voice wouldn’t work. The words caught in her throat as tears ran down her face. She nodded, hard. He stood up quickly. Holding her hand he slipped the ring onto her finger. The restaurant burst out into applause and sounds of congratulations as he hugged and then kissed her.
“So, was that a yes?”
“Yes, definitely yes.”
*****
Six months later.
Chelsea rolled over in the sheets and groaned. Her fingers reached out for Matthew, but came up short. She raised herself up on one elbow and peered around the room through narrowed eyes. He was gone. She sighed and buried herself back into the sheets. She procrastinated for another five minutes before she slipped out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, the floor was warm against her feet. She turned on the shower watching the clouds of hot steam rise. Turning slightly, she saw a note halfway tucked beneath the yellow soap dish. She pulled it out gently.
Good morning, babe. I had to leave early to work on the Donovan case. You take care of yourself and have fun planning the wedding. I love you.
It was signed with a little smiley face and Matt scribbled hurriedly on the bottom. Chelsea grinned. As much as she loved the fact that she was getting married, she also couldn’t be more stressed out. The cake, caterers, wedding hall, dresses, everything was on her now. On top of that there was still the fact that she still hadn’t met Matthew’s mother. The woman was on a safari in Africa and wouldn’t be back until the next month or two. It was concerning, but also a relief for Chelsea that she didn’t have to meet the woman just yet.