All Chapters of Your Lips to Mine #4: The Billionaire's Heartbeat: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

It’s hard to believe that it’s been a year already. A whole year since James and I exchanged vows, promised each other forever, and started this journey together as husband and wife. Time moves quickly when you’re constantly busy, and when you’re deeply in love, but looking back, it feels like both a lifetime and a blink of an eye. This first year has been everything I imagined, and more. We’ve built a life together, not just as a couple, but as partners—personally, professionally, and emotionally. We’ve faced our fair share of challenges, but we’ve always emerged stronger. Sometimes, I still pinch myself when I realize that we’re here, living this life together, making decisions as a unit, and navigating all the complexities that come with being in a relationship like ours. I woke up this morning with the sun streaming through the curtains, and the first thought that crossed my mind was how grateful I felt. Grateful for everything we had been through and for everything we still ha

I never imagined that the words "You’re pregnant" would hit me like a ton of bricks. And yet, as I sat there staring at the small white stick in my hand, the realization was slowly sinking in, each passing second heavier than the last. I was pregnant. It wasn’t just a fleeting thought or a potential future, but a very real, very present fact. And the truth was, I didn’t know how to feel about it. James was in the other room, finishing up a few things for work. The irony of it all wasn’t lost on me—here I was, trying to process the biggest news of my life, and he was buried under emails and meetings, as if his world wasn’t about to change forever too. I had wanted to tell him in a way that felt special, something we could look back on with joy, but at that moment, I didn’t even know where to start. I took a deep breath, holding the pregnancy test like it was the most fragile thing in the world. After all we had been through together—after the emotional rollercoaster of our relationsh

The moment I found out I was pregnant, everything changed. It wasn’t just the obvious shift—the growing belly, the endless discussions about baby names and nurseries—but something deeper, something I hadn’t expected. It was a part of me, a quiet, underlying uncertainty that started to swell within me. The excitement, of course, was there. The joy of knowing that James and I were about to bring a new life into the world was almost overwhelming. But alongside that joy, there were fears—silent whispers in the back of my mind that I couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard I tried. Would I be a good mom? Could I balance this new responsibility with my career? Would I lose the part of myself that I had worked so hard to build, the part that had always been me—Olivia, the woman who prided herself on independence and strength? As I stood in front of the mirror one night, my hands gently resting on my rounded belly, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the questions pressing against me. I had

The sound of baby laughter filled the room, a sound that still had the power to make my heart flutter. Our son, Noah, was sprawled out on the blanket we had set up on the floor, surrounded by colorful toys that I’d picked out, each one carefully chosen with his future in mind. Every moment with him felt like an awakening, a deep-rooted understanding that nothing could matter more than this life we were building. James was sitting across from me, his laptop open, fingers flying across the keys. Even now, after everything we’d been through, after the whirlwind of pregnancy and parenthood, he remained the tireless, driven man I’d always admired. His mind never stopped working, always calculating, always strategizing for the future. But there was a softness to him now, a tenderness that made it clear that no matter how much he worked, Noah and I were always his priority. I watched him for a moment, taking in the way the sunlight filtered through the windows, casting golden hues across t