Not your typical baby mama

Chapter 45 Richard The Beast

Zach found his attention drawn to a blonde haired woman in the taxi moving in the opposite direction. He strained his neck to get a better look at the woman's face but held himself back.

'Why would you look at other women?' he shook his head in disbelief. He leaned back in his seat and quickly returned his attention back to his phone. There was no word from Amy.

Could something have happened to her?

He could rule out the possibility because she was a careful woman; this he had learned about her. But he could not help his worry. The fact that she was not by his side and had no knowledge of her wellbeing ticked him off. He really needed to find her sooner.

"We're here, sir", George spoke from the front seat when the car came to a stop. He stepped out before jogging to Zach's side to get the door for him. When the man stepped out, George gulped when he saw his boss's expression.

'His mood keeps changing these days', he mused. He pitied the construction team awaiting them. Zach arched his perfect brow when he caught his assistant's gaze.

George only gave a sheepish smile before politely gesturing with his hand, "This way, sir."

When Amy got home, she went straight to her room and lay in bed. She didn't have the energy to do anything and simply took a nap. The girl was tired; from hardly getting a shut eye the previous night and receiving the biggest shock of her life today.

She felt guilty, for instantly thinking she shouldn't keep the baby. She was financially capable of raising the baby but her life was on the line. No one close to her, as far as her real identity is concerned, was safe. Not at the moment. The baby coming into her life, it was a huge blow for her. At the same time, she didn't want to end such a precious gift; a gift that she and Zach had created together.

Zach, if she told him, he would surely want to find her. But she was not sure if those people had overlooked the 'coincidental' interception during Dylan's escape. She didn't want them to target him. She wasn't that heartless. But now she was carrying his baby, how would she handle this? That was one of the reasons she cried.

Amy fell in such a deep sleep she did not hear the email notification of Zach's message or Stella knocking when she came back from the gym. The older woman sighed and went back home.

Later that night, Stella failed to catch any sleep. She tossed and turned on her side of the bed. She let out a heavy sigh. Richard sighed internally. How could he get any sleep with her constant tossing and turning? And he knew she wouldn't sleep until she gets it off her chest.

'What stories did her lady friends sell her this time?' He groaned internally.

"Alright, talk to me", he turned on the lamp on his nightstand.

Stella immediately jumped on the opportunity and turned to face him and scooted closer. Her face portrayed the deep worry she had been feeling since afternoon.

"It's about Emily. Richard, I'm worried."

He took in her beautiful features that were pulled into a frown. He tucked her curls away from her face and silently egged her on.

"I think, no, I'm sure, she's pregnant."

"And that's.... worrisome?" Richard raised his brows in confusion.

"Not really. Um, you know how when you walk into someone's house and their home tells you a story? Not Emily's."

She thought back to the excuse Amy had given her of not having a single picture of her husband or anything that showed his presence in her life. For some reason, she felt that the young woman was lying but she was not sure. Something felt off but she could not pinpoint it.

That feeling resurfaced when she saw how shaken Amy was upon learning about her possible pregnancy. And for someone who was married for two years, there was no mark on her ring finger when she took it off. She explained all of this to her husband.

"There could be something we don't know. But that's her business. Don't lose sleep over it."

"But Richard, the girl is alone and pregnant... I feel like she's going through a rough patch. I just can't leave her alone. I.. I.. I've made up my mind. Let's do it! Let's do it!" She silently conveyed her message with her eyes a little too eagerly.

'That escalated quickly! Who am I to complain?' Richard grew excited at his wife's forwardness.

He liked it when she was like this and didn't waste time in positioning himself on top of her. Stella giggled when she felt his feathery kisses and hands roaming and groping her body that always excited the butterflies in her stomach.

"What are you doing?" She gently pushed him away.

"What are YOU doing? Didn't you just say you want to do IT?" He emphasized the last word as he complained. Stella broke out in a laugh as she shook her head.

"We're clearly on different pages."

"That was so vague, what did you mean by it?" He chuckled.

His eyes reflected that the woman beneath him was his world. Thirty eight years of being married and he still found her charming. Except when she interrupts his game time or tells him to take out the trash. Nobody likes to take out the trash; especially if your wife nags you into it. Still, he loved her nonetheless.

"Promise to agree to it?" She gave him a sheepish smile after winking at him. Richard fell silent in thought before his lips stretched into a sly grin. Stella's heart started pounding hard in anticipation. She knew that look and it was never good.

"Only if you pay your wages."

"How?" She asked with caution though not helping her bashful smile.

"How about you show your dear husband some new moves you learned at the gym today?" He wiggled his brows at her when he suddenly pulled her legs up . Stella was blushing as she squealed, "Richard you beast!"