All Chapters of The Billionaire's Baby Bargain: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Almara’s Pov We’re about to dock at Azaela National Park. It’s noon, the sun is shining bright, giving Arthur a warm glow to his skin. We stand at the front of the boat with Arthur’s arm looped around my waist and Grace seated on my hip. I can’t believe how big she’s gotten over the last few months.We stand united soaking in the ethereal beauty of nature. The air is crisp and cool, and the only thing taller than the trees that line the permitter of the water are the mountains in the distance.

Almara’s Pov I stomp my way through the jungle, pushing foliage out of my way and cursing through my blurred vision. I know I’m not being the most effective searcher right now, but I can’t seem to get my emotions under control. So, I stop trying to.I sink down onto the sand and let the softness hold me. Bringing my knees up to my chest, I burrow my head into my hands letting my hair fall down and weep. I cry uncontrollably and just allow myself to feel every anxiety, every worry, and every concern.

Almara’s Pov The next thing I know I’m being shaken awake. “She’s here.” I hear a voice say in my dream. Wait, that voice is Arthur’s. “Almara, she’s back.” I shoot my eyes open and sit up in such a rush my head spins, but I can see her.“Grace.” I gasp and reach my arms out to her. Arthur hands her over to me and instantly tears are flooding down my cheeks and pouring all over Grace as I smother her in kisses. “Where we’re you?” I ask her in between wet kisses. “Where was she?&

Almara’s Pov We make it back home in once piece. The three day cruise ride back was better than every other day spent on that Island. It was the vacation I knew we could have. We played different deck games, enjoyed our fair share of cocktails and sunsets, and Grace was always in our sight.When we finally got service we answered all the worried texts and calls from our parents who heard about the ship that sunk. Still, that didn’t stop them from waiting outside the font door with worry lines creasing their foreheads when we stepped out of the car.

Almara’s Pov “Here they are!” Arthur exclaims while slapping a stack of papers down on the elegant office desk.“What is this?” I ask, more so out of habit but my eyes can already see it’s a list of addresses and houses. I hand Grace to Arthur so that I can flip through the different sheets.“My realtor just emailed them over, she gave us a good mix.” Arthur says running a hand through his still wet hair from his shower. He smells like pine and eu