The Self Centered Billionaire (Stepdad)

47⚜️ The Appointment

I got up super early to thinking I'd have to drag Damion to come with me to my doctor's appointment. But to my lucky he went with the flow, wow I see he's all grown up now. I'm so proud of you Damion I said to myself and ofcourse dying with laughter inside.

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I was practically bouncing in my seat, my big belly jiggling with every hop. Today was the day! The day we’d find out if we were having a little football player or a tiny ballerina. I glanced at Damion, who sat stiffly beside me, looking every bit the brooding billionaire stepdad turned baby daddy. He was trying to read a financial magazine, but I knew better. He was just as excited as I was, even if his stoic face didn’t show it.

“Hey, Damion,” I poked his arm. “What do you think it’s going to be? Boy or girl?”

He sighed, putting down his magazine. “I don’t know, Cassidy. A healthy baby is all that matters.”

I rolled my eyes. “Come on, where’s your sense of fun? I bet it’s a girl. And she’s going to have you wrapped around her little finger.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And if it’s a boy?”

I grinned. “Then he’ll just have to compete with me for your attention.”

Before Damion could respond, the nurse called us in. I waddled down the hall with Damion trailing behind me. As we entered the examination room, I couldn't help but crack a joke.

"Do you think they'll be able to tell if the baby inherited your grumpy gene?"

Damion smirked. "Let's hope not."

The ultrasound technician, a cheerful woman named Linda, greeted us warmly. "Are we ready to find out the big news?"

"Ready as we'll ever be," I said, lying back on the table. Damion stood next to me, his hand squeezing mine.

She looked over at Damion and questioned, "Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"I don't think so." Damion replied dryly.

Oh crap I said inwardly.

Linda spread the cold gel on my belly and started the ultrasound. As the screen lit up with the blurry image of our baby, I couldn't help but make a joke.

"Hey look, Damion, it’s your mini-me! Already frowning."

Damion chuckled. "Or maybe it's just confused, like its mother."

"Hey!" I swatted at him playfully. "I resent that. I'm not confused, just... selectively perceptive."

"Oh now I know where I've seen you before, you're the Damion Pryce, always on magazine cover." She said.

Linda laughed. "You two are a riot. Okay, let's see if we can get a good look at the baby's gender. Oh, and it's nice to meet you and your lovely girlfriend."

I held my breath as Linda moved the wand around. The tension in the room was thick, but I couldn’t resist one more joke.

"If it's a girl, I hope she doesn’t inherit my sense of direction. We'll be lost forever."

Damion squeezed my hand. "If it’s a boy, I hope he doesn’t inherit your sense of humor. We’ll never hear the end of it."

Linda’s eyes lit up. “Okay, I think I’ve got it. Are you ready?”

I nodded eagerly. “Hit us with it!”

She smiled broadly. “Congratulations, it’s a girl!”

I whooped in delight, squeezing Damion’s hand so hard he winced. “See, I told you! A little ballerina!”

Damion smiled, a rare genuine smile that made my heart melt. “A little girl...”

I grinned mischievously. “You’re going to be wrapped around her finger, just like I said.”

He sighed, shaking his head but still smiling. “She’s going to be a handful, just like her mother.”

Linda cleaned up the gel and handed us a printout of the ultrasound. As we left the clinic, I couldn't stop making jokes about our future daughter.

"I hope she doesn't inherit your love for boring magazines. Poor kid will never make it through bedtime stories."

Damion smirked. "And I hope she doesn't inherit your terrible taste in jokes."

I laughed, leaning into him as we walked to the car. "Admit it, my jokes are the highlight of your day."

He sighed dramatically. "If by highlight you mean the cause of my daily headache, then yes."

I giggled, knowing full well that he wouldn’t have it any other way. As we drove home, I couldn’t help but feel a bubbling excitement for the future. Our little girl was going to be the perfect blend of sass and seriousness, and I couldn't wait to meet her.

And if she happened to inherit my sense of humor? Well, Damion would just have to brace himself for a lifetime of laughter.

As we drove home, our laughter echoed through the car, filling the air with joy and anticipation. We found solace in each other's company. As Damion pulled into the driveway, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Damion's presence and support.

As we stepped out of the car, Damion wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. "You know," he said, his voice soft, "I may not always show it, but I'm grateful for moments like these."

I smiled up at him, with my heart swelling with affection. "Me too, Damion. Me too."

"Damion?" 

"Yes Cas?" He responded.

"How far are you willing to go for the three us?" I asked. Yes I'm also including the baby, he could pop out any minute.

"Hmm let's see, I'm ready to conquer the ultimate challenge: mastering the art of baby talk. Get ready for some seriously silly conversations with our little one! I'm prepared to embrace my inner superhero alter ego: Super Dad! I'll don the cape, wield the bottle, and swoop in to save the day whenever our little one needs me. Up, up, and away... into parenthood!" he said, Damion is quite the handful, now I'll not only be raising one child but two.

We stood there for a moment, basking in the warmth of each other's embrace, before heading inside, hand in hand, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Little did we know that our happiness was about to be tested in ways we could never have imagined...

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