All Chapters of Bride Of The eccentric CEO: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

She shifted to the side and I sat beside her, wrapping my arms around her body, spreading my hand wide across her stomach, and rocking her gently until I felt her relax.“Someone is anxious to meet you.”She laughed softly. “Meet us. It’s your voice he or she reacts to the most.”I smiled, dropping a kiss to her hair, then stroked her swollen belly.It had felt odd the first time I talked to her stomach. I felt like an idiot, lying beside her with my hand on her skin, muttering about silly things. Except, I liked it. I started reading books, humming music, talking about how much fun we were going to have when he or she was born—anything to connect myself to the life growing inside Katy. The first time I felt the push of a hand or foot against my skin, I actually wept. And for the second time in my life, I knew I was in love. Boy or girl, I would love and protect this child with everything in me. Knowing I would hold them in the next few hours, made my chest ache with a sweetness I sti

Richard VanRyan has it all.A loving wife, a beautiful family, great friends, and a career he excels at.He's riding high on the crest of life.What happens when the ride stops?When the unthinkable becomes reality and life may never again be the same?The Contract has changed.Can Richard and Katy overcome The Amendment?1RICHARDIt was late when I finally pulled into the driveway, sighing with relief at being home. I used to love traveling for work, but now, I found Idreaded going. I hated leaving Katy and my girls.My flight had been delayed leaving Toronto, then again departing Calgary, and it had been a long day. I reminded myself to speak to our travel specialist who handled our bookings. I wanted direct flights—no more stops.I noticed although the house was dark, two lights shone in the night. The one over the front door for me and the muted glow coming from the nursery window. That meant Katy was awake with Heather, no doubt feeding her.I pushed open my car door and stretc

3RICHARDThe next morning, a knock at my door diverted my attention from my laptop. I glanced up to see Graham leaning against the frame.“May I come in?”With a grin, I saved the work I was doing on my computer. I indicated the chair in front of my desk. “It’s your company, Graham. I think you can go anywhere you damn well please.”He smiled and sat in front of me. “I didn’t want to interrupt. You looked very intense.”“Tightening up an idea for the BAM boys. Becca had a great concept, but it needed a little tweaking. I think they’ll like it.” BAM was one of our largest clients and based in Toronto. Although Becca was their point person and brilliant at her job, Bentley, the owner of the company, liked me to stay involved. Given his status with our firm, and the relationships I had developed with the men at BAM, I was happy to do so.“I have no doubt. You seem to thrive on their campaigns.” He shifted and ran his fingers down the perfect crease of his pant leg. It was an uncharacter

I could do this.shut my office door with too much force and whirled around, furious.Brad shifted on his feet, shoving his hands into his pockets since his phone wasn’t within reach. I had thrown it against the wall in frustration.So much for patience.“If you ever do that again, I don’t care who the hell your uncle is, you areout of here.”“I was trying to make a point,” he mumbled.I slammed my hands on my desk. “By interrupting and speaking over a potential client and telling him he was wrong? You never talk down to a client—ever!”“But he was wrong. His ideas were crap!”“That is our job!” I roared. “Taking his crap ideas and making them better! Letting him think he has something to do with the plan—keeping him involved and engaged. You fucking talked over him and made him angry. Wewon’t even get a second shot at the campaign.” I sat down, my chair rolling back into the wall. “Your attitude has undoubtedly cost us that chance.”I had left the boardroom for five minutes to grab

6KATYI tucked Heather into her crib, brushing my fingers over her fat little cheek. Her lips pursed in sleep, and she looked so much like Richard, itmade me grin. She had his eyes, full lips, and his smile, although she was more laid-back like me. Both girls had his cowlick—a fact that he found amusing, knowing how annoying he found it to be. Gracie had Richard’s temperament, although she resembled me more, unless she was frowning. Then she looked like him, right down to the furrow between her brows. I had a feeling they would keep us on our toes for the next twenty years or more.I peeked in on Gracie. She was sprawled out on her bed like a starfish, sleeping hard. I glanced at my watch, knowing I had thirty minutes of peace at the most. Probably more like twenty if I was being realistic. Heather would sleep a little longer, but Gracie would be up and raring to go in no time. She had been that way from day one. Down fast, up quick.I walked downstairs, listening to the sound of th