My Baby's Daddy

“I want to take charge of Bourgeois,” Anastasia said as she looked up at Elliot. Francis initially wanted her to continue managing Tillman Constructions, but she had no interest whatsoever in building materials, so he decided that he would hand the business over to Elliot after retirement.

“Alright, then. You’ll be the commander in-chief for Bourgeois from tomorrow onward,” Elliot said. He couldn’t care less about profit margins and operating costs as long as his wife could amuse herself. He would always be there as a safety net for her.

Warmth surged through Anastasia when she heard this, but before she could thank him, he added, “Go and do whatever you like. Don’t you worry about a thing. because I’m always going to be here to catch you when you fall, okay?”

In that quiet room, Elliot’s tender love

and indulgence for Anastasia seemed audible in his words. He sounded firm and assuring, making her heart skip a beat. Upon hearing the solemn promise underlying his bold statement, she felt like she was in the safest harbor, protected by some great, universal force.

She could do whatever she liked, and if she messed things up, he would always be there to help her get through it. She did not need to worry about a thing, because he was the fort that would keep her shielded from the brutal consequences of failure.

That said, Anastasia knew taking over Bourgeois was not just a game she decided to play on a whim. Now that she had voiced out her desire to run it, she would have to make her words count and show him she was not just doing it out of fun.

She had a duty to be a better version of herself, because how else would she live up to the name of being Elliot’s wife?

falling asleep after binge-watching several episodes of a new hit drama through the night. She got out of bed and padded out of her room to get a glass of water, hoping that sleep would come

floor while Arthur and Emily were resting on the second. While heading downstairs, she kept her footfalls as quiet as possible, so much so that

into the kitchen, following the low hum of the refrigerator. She thought a cold drink was suitable

up behind her. “What

up bumping her head against the door of the freezer compartment. The loud thud resonated throughout the kitchen

not creep up on me like that? For heaven’s sake, you had

to death” she snapped, rubbing. the sore spot on her head as she shot Arthur

a drink as well. The refrigerator light cast at warm glow on

reached up to grab it. However, her fingertips could barely brush it. She was just about to give up when a large hand easily grabbed it and handed it to her. As she

before coming. downstairs. His ink-colored hair was currently tousled over his forehead, unlike during the day. He was peering into the fridge

He looked breathtaking.

staring at him, and he looked down with narrowed eyes as he demanded. “What are you looking

uh, nothing.” Sophia muttered lamely, breaking eye contact. Her heart was beating so loud and fast that it was a wonder he didn’t hear it.

immediately in the absence of the refrigerator light, and Sophia, who was hardly paying any attention while walking, accidentally slipped on one of the steps. There was a thud as she fell, bashing her knee on the steps as