All Chapters of HAVING HIS BABY: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The limo stopped in front of Kieran’s loft in the Greenwich Village, or the Village, a neighborhood on the west side of Lower Manhattan, the heart and soul of the American bohemian culture. They stepped out of the car and Paxton practically dragged her towards the main entrance of the building. Rhiannon chewed a nail as he jammed the key into the door. Maybe if she deliberately irritated Paxton, he’d decide looking after her wasn’t worth it after all.“I can’t believe, that as frequently as you saw your brother, you’ve never been inside his place before now,” she said. Paxton’s mouth tightened.“Shut up! You know nothing about our relationship.” ‘A small victory,’ Rhiannon thought and smiled.“Oh? Did I hit a nerve?”“Kieran used to have me to his place on the Upper East Side all the time,” Paxton snapped, “but for some reason, he didn’t want me dropping by anymore when he moved here. Usually, we met at my penthouse or somewhere in the city

When Rhiannon cried out again and then, drawn by his warmth, cuddled against him, Paxton hardly dared to breathe for fear he’d startle her. Then, her hand slid across his thigh and a flame went through him. In an instant, he was as hard as a rock. With her soft body lying against him, it was much too easy to forget why he should dislike her, much too easy to remember the heat of her response.“Pax…” she whispered. “Pax...”“I’m here,” he said, worried that he’d awakened her somehow.“I’m... pregnant... I wanted to tell you... but I didn’t know how. You were mad…”“It’s okay.” He looked down at her. Her lashes were shut. Paxton relaxed when he realized she was only talking in her sleep.“I know about the baby, darlin’,” he whispered near her ear. “It’s alright. Everything is going to be alright. I’ll take care of you.”“Oh, Pax… I wanted so much to tell you… I wanted you to be happy about it. As I am…”“I am happy about it.” Paxton was happy his

The moment she found herself in front of the “King’s Wish” main entrance, Rhiannon knew asking Paxton to take her there had been a huge mistake. She felt an intense wave filled with rage, frustration, pain, and sadness hitting her, submerging her soul, mind, and body. Was she trapped in a strange time loop, doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again? “Oh, God…” she whispered, feeling a little dizzy. “Are you alright?” he asked slowly and placed a hand on her arm, trying to give her his support. “Is it the baby? Do you need something? A chair? A glass of water?” Her breath had locked in her throat as Paxton watched her closely. A bit annoyed by his sudden care and concern, after the bad things he kept telling her since the night of the accident, Rhiannon nodded and took a little step away from him. “Don’t do that, please. I’m fine. I can take care of myself, dammit. I don’t need a babysitter.” “Rhiannon,” he warned in a low growl, “stop acting lik

“Are you nuts?” As Paxton’s gaze followed the steep staircase up several stories into the gloom, he heard Rhiannon struggling to get her key out of the heavy interior door that had closed behind them. When she caught up with him, he whirled on her.“There is no elevator in this damn building.”“This is one of the reasons I chose to live in this Victorian brownstone… Besides, there are only three flights…”“‘Only three flights,’ she says… Do you hate elevators?” Paxton asked, remembering their last ‘trip’ straight to his penthouse.“I’m not very much into small spaces or boxy rooms…”“How come?”“When I was a kid, an older cousin had locked me in a closet and left me there while he went outside to play with other kids. He also turned off the light, so… this is why I hate dark, small rooms.” She could still remember John’s gloating smile right before he’d shut down the door. Paxton’s mouth tightened.“I’m sorry, Rhiannon…” he said calmly. “I understand your reluctanc

He was once again back in that damn place. At the entrance, he found a tall, thin guy, probably the maître d’ judging by how he was dressed and his behavior.“I’m looking for Rhiannon. Where the hell is she?” he asked in a growling tone.“And who wants to know exactly?” the man arrogantly asked Paxton.“None of your fucking business!” he exclaimed. “Where is she?” he demanded again, entering the dining room. The maître d’ placed a hand on his arm, trying to stop him. Paxton almost pinned the man to the wall. He looked at the man’s hand, then at his face.“Gabe, right? Look, man, you have two options: you can show me exactly where I can find Rhiannon or you can lose your hand,” he said in a menacing voice. “The ball is in your court. What’s it gonna be?” He gave Paxton a frightened look.“Maybe she is either in her office or in the kitchen…”“Thank you,” he replied coldly. Paxton entered the noisy, crowded dining room of “King’s Wish”,