Page 135 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

The moment we stepped into the villa, I felt like I’d been transported into a different world. The air was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the salty sea breeze outside, and the scent of lemon and jasmine wafted through the open windows. Kaisen set our bags down by the door and took my hand, guiding me through the space with a proud smile on his face.

“This is the living room,” he said. “And over here,” he continued, pulling me toward a set of French doors, “is where I spend most of my time when I’m here.”

He opened the doors to reveal a sunroom filled with lush greenery. Potted plants lined the walls, their leaves spilling over in every direction. A small fountain trickled in the corner. The room was bathed in natural light. I could see why he loved it so much. It was peaceful, almost magical.

“Kaisen, this is stunning.”

“I agree,” he said. “I hope we can come here a lot more often.”

“We will.” I nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Why don’t you lie down for a while?” he suggested gently. “I’ll grab you some water and see if I can find something to help with the nausea.”

I nodded, sinking onto the bed with a sigh. “Thanks, Kaisen. You’re the best.”

No matter how hard I tried to fake it, he could see through my facade.

He smiled, brushing a strand of hair out of my face before disappearing into the kitchen. I closed my eyes, trying to will the queasy feeling away, but it was no use. My stomach was in knots. I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

A few minutes later, Kaisen returned with a glass of water and a plate of pastries. “I brought you some of those pastries you couldn’t get enough of last week,” he said, setting them down on the nightstand. “Maybe they’ll help. Get something in your stomach.”

I smiled weakly, reaching for the water. “Thanks. You’re too good to me.”

He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on my thigh. “Dorie, have you noticed that your period is a few weeks late?”

I froze, the glass of water halfway to my lips. “What?”

He nodded, his expression serious. “It’s kind of one of those things I know. I know it’s probably nothing, but I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”

I set the glass down, my mind racing. My period was late? How had I not noticed? I’d been so busy with the move, the wedding, and everything else that I hadn’t even thought about it. But now that he mentioned it, it all made sense. The nausea, the fatigue, the mood swings.

“Kaisen,” I said and then had to stop to gather my thoughts. “Do you think…”

He didn’t answer right away, but I could see the concern in his eyes. “I don’t know. But I’ll be right back.”

He left the villa, leaving me alone with my thoughts. My mind was spinning, a million questions racing through my head. Was I pregnant? Was this really happening? And if it was, how did Kaisen feel about it?

We had talked about having a family, but I think we were both thinking in the future. Not today. We were on our honeymoon. This was the time we were supposed to make the baby.

I paced the room, my heart pounding in my chest. What if he was disappointed? What if he didn’t want this?

Before I could spiral any further, Kaisen returned, holding a Gatorade, some crackers, and a pregnancy test.

“I brought supplies,” he said.

“You bought a test?”

“I thought we should check,” he said. “Just to be sure. And the crackers will settle your belly.”

“You’re too sweet,” I said nervously.

“Take the test and then we’ll figure it out,” he said.

I nodded, my hands trembling as I reached for the test. “Okay.”

“Dorie, if you are pregnant, how would you feel about it?”

I looked at him and considered my answer for a split second. “I’d be happy,” I admitted, my voice breaking. “I’d be so happy. But what about you? How do you feel?”