Sophia’s POV
His words after our moment this morning felt like a barb that wound through me.
“Mr Prescott-” I began to say but he walked out of the room before I could finish my sentence.
I didn’t go after him. What could I say to him? He was right, we were just business partners who didn’t owe each other anything.
That was what I reminded myself of when I took a cold shower to wake myself up.
Mr Prescott’s words shouldn’t have hurt me.
No, there was nothing between us even though I could still feel his phantom touch on my hair.
Focus Sophia.
The doctor dropped by as Mr Prescott had said and after examining me with Nana hovering about like an anxious mother hen, the doctor declared I was fine and suggested a date for my first ultrasound as well as some ways to ease my morning sickness.
I couldn’t help but feel guilty about how much Nana seemed excited about the baby especially when she began to cry after the doctor left.
It was quiet and I might not have even noticed if she wasn’t right in front of me.
“Nana, what’s wrong?” I asked worriedly.
“I’m just overwhelmed,” She sniffed. “I can’t believe everything is panning out like this.”
She flashed me a bright smile oblivious to the guilt growing inside of me.
“You know, Reid never wanted kids. He hated his father so much, he didn’t want to have a child that would share Baxter’s blood.”
Her smile turned sad and slightly inwards.
“There was so much resentment eating my poor grandson up. But now I know he has gotten over it.”
Her eyes latched onto me with gratitude. “You helped him get over it, thank you Sophia.”
If only she knew the truth.
But she didn’t and now I didn’t have the guts to tell her the truth.
I forced a smile on my lips before taking Nana’s hands in mine.
“Reid is my husband and you are my family. You don’t ned to thank me for anything.”
Calling Mr Prescott by his first name felt strange but it was a small thing compared to the immense guilt in my chest as Nana pulled me into a comforting hug that reminded me of Mom.
Mom who was in the hospital receiving treatment and one of the main reasons I had agreed to this deal with Reid Prescott. I couldn’t wait for her to get better so that I would know for sure that all of this was worth it.
I spent the rest of my day studying and catching up on my assignment and classes I had missed yesterday in my time doing to the Baxter board meeting.
I was still in the study when our butler cane knocking.
Initially, I felt he had come to me with instructions or food from Nana but to my surprise, he held a bouquet of red roses.
“Mrs Prescott, some flowers have arrived for you.” He said.
I took the bouquet, my mind still processing the fact that someone had gotten me flowers.
There was a note in the flowers that read.
“I’m sorry for lashing out at you. Thinking of you with someone else is driving me crazy.”
Wait what? Mr Prescott sent me flowers and an apology that set my heart racing anew.
Was he apologising for this morning or for last night when he had backed me up against the wall?
And more importantly, did the second line mean what I thought it did?
I read it again just to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating anything.
‘Thinking of you with someone else is driving me crazy.’
It was a profession of his feelings for me.
I thought of him calling the doctor for me this morning. Thought of the look in his eyes when he found out I was pregnant for Jerry, the way he had backed me up against the wall, his hand on my belly. I thought of the kiss we had shared at the Baxter Shareholder gala that I still caught myself having stray thoughts about some times. I thought of the way he seemed softer and more approachable of late.
Good Lord. Was this even possible? That Mr Prescott was having feelings for me and if he was, what on earth was I going to do about this?