Twin Babies For My Boss

Twin Babies For My Boss An Age Gap Billionaire Romance SUMMER JAMES This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Copyright © 2023 by Summer James All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents 1. Chapter One Scarlett 2. Chapter Two Conrad 3. Chapter Three Scarlett 4. Chapter Four Conrad 5. Chapter Five Scarlett 6. Chapter Six Conrad 7. Chapter Seven Scarlett 8. Chapter Eight Conrad 9. Chapter Nine Scarlett 10. Chapter Ten Conrad 11. Chapter Eleven Scarlett 12. Chapter Twelve Conrad 13. Chapter Thirteen Scarlett 14. Chapter Fourteen Conrad 15. Chapter Fifteen Scarlett 16. Chapter Sixteen Conrad 17. Chapter Seventeen Scarlett 18. Chapter Eighteen Conrad 19. Chapter Nineteen Scarlett 20. Chapter Twenty Conrad 21. Chapter Twenty-One Scarlett 22. Chapter Twenty-Two Conrad 23. Chapter Twenty-Three Scarlett 24. Chapter Twenty-Four Conrad 25. Chapter Twenty-Five Scarlett Epilogue Conrad About the Author Also By Summer Damaged Professor - Sneak Peek - Chapter One Chapter one Scarlett Brody is in the kitchen, standing in front of the sink, both chubby hands pressed to his face.“Hey, Brody.” I lean down and wrap him in a hug. “What’s wrong?” He sniffles before turning to look at me, his eyes red and lips puffy from crying. Even though his mom has tried explaining things to him, at six years old he’s too young to understand why so much has changed these past six weeks. “Nothing. I’m— I’m just hungry,” he says but his bottom lip remains jutted out. “That’s what I’m here for, buddy. I’ll make you a sandwich, OK? And mommy will be here soon, and she’ll tell us all about the cute little animals she saw today.” That seems to cheer him up a bit more. “Do you think she’ll save any birds today?” he asks, his dark brown eyes glimmering both from the tears and with excitement. I shrug. “I don’t know if mommy will see any today but—“ I crouch down beside him and point at the double glass doors on the other side of the kitchen. “There is one on the fountain.” The little guy loves birds. He turns around, his tears finally stopping, just as Gracie walks into the kitchen. “What are you two doing?” she asks at the image of us embraced like that. Brody frees himself from my arms and gives his mom a quick hug before grabbing her hand with both of his tiny ones and dragging her closer to the door. “Auntie Scarlett found a bird, Mommy. Look!” “Why don’t you go look at it together while I make that sandwich,” I suggest but Gracie shakes her head. “I’ll do that, Scarlett, you’ve done enough already,” she almost whispers before turning her attention back to her son. She plants a kiss on the top of his head and says, “You go see the bird, sweety, and mommy will make your favorite one.” Brody beams and I take hold of his hand, leading him over to the double glass doors, giving Gracie a few minutes to change and catch her breath. From here we have a perfect view of the stone bird fountain in the middle of the backyard. Brody's dad had the ornate fountain put in when Brody was a toddler and his passion for birds became relentless. There’s a small red cardinal sitting on the edge of the fountain, head tilting this way and that. “Wow,” gushes Brody, pressing both hands against the glass. “Look at it!” “Remember, you have to be really still and quiet when you watch birds, or else you could scare them off,” I say, softly. I press a hand to the back of his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. Brody is a cute kid. He’s got olive skin and hair just like his mother's; a mop of curly black that can never quite be tamed down. Behind me, I can hear Gracie finishing with his food. Before long, there’s the click of a glass plate being set down on the large oak dining room table. “Come on, Brody. Come eat your sandwich,” she says. “Look at the bird, Mom!” Gracie steps over to him, looking out the window. “That’s a cardinal.” “It’s so bright! I love him,” Brody announces. He turns to go help himself to the peanut butter and jelly sandwich that’s been cut into triangles with the crust removed, just the way he likes it. Gracie smiles at me. “He loves him.” I laugh. That’s Brody's favorite way to describe something that he likes. “He’s so cute.” Then I turn to my best friend and put both hands on her shoulders. “How was your day?” She’s changed into her loungewear, ready to resume her routine for the past few weeks. “It was good.” Her eyes dart to Brody and back at me. “What about you two?” Brody is perfectly happy at the moment but the changes in his mood still worry Gracie. “Did he ask about his dad or Becky again?” “He hasn’t asked about her in weeks,” I point out. He still asks why his daddy isn’t coming around anymore but I’m pretty sure his nanny’s disappearance is no longer something he cares about. “And I’m sure that if Brody sees you in a better mood, he’ll also feel better. Gracie, you need to get out of the house for a bit. Look at you.” I really don’t want Gracie to keep worrying about this. That’s the whole reason I’m here; to give her some sort of support. “That’s why I decided to go back to work full-time,” she explains. “That’s not what I meant.” I check her up and down. “This is about the mom clothes?” “This is about the mom clothes.” Gracie laughs. “I don’t know. I’m tired. And bringing another babysitter might confuse him even more.